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On the other side, after the great war of that century, Sonja finally found herself alone with Cyclone once again.

Cyclone couldn't help but notice the same expression on Sonja's face that Eileen had when she was fascinated with him all those years ago.

Blushing, unable to make eye contact, struggling to find the right words - all signs of a budding romance.

Even though the world was still at war, Cyclone knew he should not mix personal matters with duty.

But Sonja was once his wife, and seeing her in such a vulnerable state tugged at his heartstrings.

Moreover, Cyclone was quite the charmer, with his ability to win over women rivaled only by a true master.

So when Sonja gathered the courage to ask for some time alone, Cyclone couldn't help but respond to her plea.

Taking the first step, Cyclone boldly advanced towards Sonja.

Closing in on her, until their faces were mere inches apart.

At this point, Sonja, not fully prepared emotionally, would naturally try to retreat.

Even a noble and powerful female knight like her was just a novice when it came to matters of love.

As Cyclone took another step forward, Sonja instinctively took a step back, just as Cyclone had predicted.

Each step brought them closer, making Sonja's heart race even faster.

After retreating five steps, Sonja realized she had backed into a tree.

With no escape route behind her, she was exactly where Cyclone wanted her to be.

Knowing there was no turning back, Cyclone took one more step forward.

Placing his left foot strategically between Sonja's two feet.

Thanks to Cyclone's years of combat experience, this footwork was a calculated move that would amplify his next move by a hundredfold.

At an extremely close distance, Cyclone reached out his left hand.

Pressing against the tree trunk, he had Sonja trapped in his embrace.

"Since that day, I've been thinking about our relationship..."

Before Sonja could continue, Cyclone decided to cut her off.

Because the next topic of discussion would solidify Cyclone's position in Sonja's heart, he extended his right hand.

Gently lifting Sonja's chin, he positioned it just right.

And then Cyclone leaned in for a kiss.

The impact of that kiss instantly softened Sonja, weakening her body.

Yes, that physical weakness led to relaxation.

Relaxation led to a lean.

And that lean led her to rest on Cyclone's left foot, the very one he had positioned earlier.

With Cyclone's left foot subtly lifting Sonja from below, she let him explore with his tongue while feeling the subtle touch from beneath.

As the kiss deepened, Sonja unconsciously responded by extending her own tongue.

Their tongues intertwined, passing love's essence back and forth between them.

Cyclone didn't want Sonja to easily define their relationship, preferring to keep her in a state of confusion and wonder.

After the moment of contemplation, her heart softened.

When this is over, would you like to be my wife?

After the kiss, Cyclone would say these perfect lines.

With everything set - the atmosphere, the lines - all they needed was to end the kiss, and for Cyclone to speak the crucial words.

After what seemed like an eternity of kissing, they finally parted, both feeling satisfied.

As their lips parted, a thin strand of saliva connected them for a moment.

It was time to settle this, but just as Cyclone was about to speak, Sonja unexpectedly beat him to it.

"W-would you, after this is over, be willing to... be my husband?"

Cyclone was left speechless.

What?!

Unexpectedly, he was the one being proposed to, not the one making the proposal.

In that moment, looking at Sonja's sincere gaze, Cyclone's heart raced even faster.

Facing her moistened lips that had only just been kissed, Cyclone swallowed hard.

Who would have thought that one day this question would be directed back at Cyclone to answer.