As soon as Amiya entered the warehouse, her eyes were drawn to the sleek, streamlined motorcycle in the center.
"This… what is this?"
"It's Revy's. Ask him yourself."
Stepping from the shadows beside them was Kal'tsit, her expression tinged with irritation. Revy's "business" had already forced her to postpone at least two scheduled surgeries.
"Looks like my ride finally arrived."
Revy's face remained impassive, but deep inside, he was a little excited.
After all, owning a powerful and stylish motorcycle was a dream for many men—especially one that was, officially, the fastest in the world.
"This must have cost a fortune…"
Though she had been awestruck at first, Amiya quickly regained her composure—recognizing how expensive the bike must be.
"Well… normally? Just under 7 million Lungmen coins."
Revy kept his eyes on Shadowchaser, replying nonchalantly:
"I mean, it's built with aircraft-grade engines, after all."
"Seven… million…"
Amiya had expected it to be expensive, but the number still left her speechless.
"Revy, did you rob a bank or something? Where'd you get the money?!"
"Oh no, I didn't spend a single coin."
Revy grinned.
"Back when I was a Catastrophe Messenger, someone owed me a big favor. So I told him to have his company build me a bike.""I'm not a fan of lingering debts."
"…Fair enough."
Both Amiya and Kal'tsit nodded. It was certainly more believable than the idea of Revy being absurdly rich.
Then Revy turned toward Kal'tsit, who hadn't left.
"So, Kal'tsit. You didn't wait here just to tell me my delivery arrived, did you?"
"No. I'm here for this."
She stepped forward. Only then did Revy and Amiya notice the metal case in her hands.
"…What's this supposed to mean?"
Revy knew exactly what was inside—but that was precisely why he asked.
Because Kal'tsit also knew he had deliberately chosen to give up this weapon years ago.
She didn't answer directly.
Instead, she opened the case.
"This is…"
Inside was a short, snow-white baton-like object. A subtle seam about a third of the way down revealed that it was actually a sheathed katana.
"Your current weapons are out of commission, aren't they?"
Kal'tsit said casually, holding the case out to him.
"This belongs to you. Rhodes Island was only safeguarding it. Now it's time to return it to its rightful owner."
Revy didn't move to take it. He shook his head.
"You know I haven't used a sword since Her Highness died."
"…Because your sword failed to protect your princess?"
"..."
Kal'tsit's pointed remark hung heavy in the air. The atmosphere grew tense.
Amiya, caught in the middle, looked nervous, trying to defuse the situation but failing to find the words.
Still, Revy didn't reach for the weapon. And Kal'tsit didn't retract the case.
The standoff lingered.
Then finally—
"…Fine. Maybe you're right."
Perhaps knowing that Kal'tsit wouldn't back down… or maybe simply to spare Amiya from the awkwardness, Revy sighed and finally took the sword from her hands.
"Yukihime… Snow Princess… If I've failed you, don't hold it against me."
He unsheathed the blade.
The entire weapon—from blade to hilt—was pure white, like polished snow. It didn't look metallic at all, but it radiated a chill like frost.
A symbol of unparalleled sharpness.
"Don't worry—I've been maintaining it properly all this time."
Seeing Revy give in, Kal'tsit finally relaxed. She turned and started walking away.
"Your bike and your blade—they're yours now. How you use them is your decision. Report to HR tomorrow and wait for your next assignment."
"Kal'tsit."
She stopped at the sound of his voice, but didn't turn back.
"—Thank you."
"Keep that bike hidden, or say you paid for it yourself.""Don't let Hoshiguma or Logos see it. They'll both want one."
——Scene Break——
Revy had declined Amiya's suggestion of a welcome-back party.
Instead, he returned alone to his old dorm.
It looked exactly as it had four years ago: one bed, one window, a desk and chair. It was clear someone had been cleaning it regularly—it was spotless.
He placed the Snow Princess' case gently on the desk and walked to the window, gazing out at the slowly setting sun.
From the Rhodes Island ship docked at the border between Ursus and Lungmen, the sky beyond the porthole glowed brilliant red and orange with dusk. In the distant city, neon signs were flickering to life—heralding the beginning of another bustling night.
Revy hadn't forgotten—
In that very city, a girl still waited for him. One he had promised a new life.
(I've already told Amiya. Now we'll see what the negotiations with Lungmen bring…)
He thought it ironic.
He was the one who'd rescued her, brought her here, and arranged her resettlement. And now he had to petition Amiya to bring her to Rhodes Island?
Something felt off.
Amiya's face, when he mentioned Misha, had been… evasive.
Why had he been allowed to bring her here during the contingency contract mission?
Why was there radio silence afterward?
Why had something as simple as a personnel transfer required executive-level negotiation?
Perhaps… he'd only find the answers when the time came.
Leaving the window, he lay down on the bed. The exhaustion from the past few days hit him like a wave.
His eyes began to close.
(All right… just this once… let's rest early…)