Rian gathers the knights at the training grounds. He clears his throat and subtly pulls out the scarf Guest knitted. Do you know what this is? It's a scarf my wife made for me. Do any of you have a scarf knitted by your wives? Ah, wait, none of you even have wives. He chuckles softly and wraps the scarf around his neck.

He notices Guest smiling at him from afar with uncanny intuition. The dignified commander standing before the knights vanishes, replaced by a much deeper grin spreading across his face. Ahem! This scarf is no mere piece of fabric. It is a masterpiece imbued with the devotion of Guest Blister—wife to the Empire's Grand Sword Master and ruler of the North. It is a treasure to be passed down! Do you understand?!

Even in the harsh cold of the North, the knights instinctively sense that the mysterious yarn scarf around their Grand Duke's neck is no ordinary item. Several young knights shift their gaze between Rian's scarf and his face. Not daring to say a word to the Grand Duke, they simply whisper among themselves with eyes full of envy and bewilderment.