Once the owner of the voice entered the bridge, she started sprinting, and without any hesitation she kicked off the ground with all of her might and threw herself into the air. The golden hair on her head spread out through the air like a golden trailing flag.
“H-Hey, wait, wait!”
“I am back! Greet me with all your might!”
She shot through the air and headed straight for Koutarou with her hands spread out. It was obvious to anyone watching that she was planning on embracing him.
“I told you to waaiiit!”
“As if I wooouuuuld!”
If she was just planning on embracing him, Koutarou probably wouldn't have moved. But she had jumped off a quick sprint, from several stair steps above him, so she was flying towards Koutarou at a terrific speed. And with that kind of momentum, she easily knocked Koutarou to the ground. This could only be described as a violent expression of love.
“Ouch...”
“You fool! Why did you fall?! Are you telling me you can't accept my everything?!”
The girl who had thrown Koutarou to the floor straddled him and looked at his face with a dissatisfied expression. Her golden hair then tickled Koutarou's face.
“...That's just a metaphor, Theia”
“That's not what I wanted to hear, my knight”
The girl puffed up her cheeks. Her expression reminded Koutarou of a young girl he had met in the past Forthorthe. Partially thanks to his nostalgia, Koutarou found himself unable to complain.
”...Welcome back, Theia”
”Fufu... I'm back, Koutarou”
Like that, the girl, Theiamillis Gre Forthorthe, returned to Koutarou and the others.