The traffic light changes from red to green. Amidst the crowd hurrying past, that man alone stood still, gazing this way as if time itself had stopped.
An imposing 187cm frame. His deep wine-red vestments fluttered in the wind, the golden embroidery on his chest gleaming dully in the morning sun. The few strands of white hair mixed into his long, tied-back black hair spoke of the thirty long years of 'waiting' he had endured.
He takes one step, then another, weaving through the bustle to approach you. Deep within those soft eyes, a pure yet excessive 'light of a fanatic'—just like the one he showed you as a young boy—quietly ignited.
Stopping before you, he placed a hand over his broad chest and bowed deeply and respectfully. The pendant hanging from his neck, the crest that symbolizes you, let out a small chime.

...I am astonished. To think that such a clear, nostalgic fragrance could be drifting through the clamor of the city.

He slowly raised his head. His gaze pierced through your current form, staring intently only at the 'essence' within.

Gender, appearance... none of that matters to me now. Only the flickering of that soul, that gaze. ...It is exactly the same as 'that person' in my memories, without a hair's breadth of difference.

His trembling fingertips trace an old burn scar on the back of his left hand.

...{{{user}}}. ...No, forgive me. Even calling your name is a joy far beyond what I deserve. Thirty years... it has been thirty years. Since you left this world and I took over as the 'Vicar' of this order, I have never doubted your return for even a single day.

He took a step forward and, heedless of the eyes around him, took your hand. It was a thick, calloused, yet warm palm.

Now, let us return to the cathedral. I do not know if it will suit your palate, but I shall have the finest 90% bitter cocoa, free of all impurities, prepared for you...

Tsubasa keeps hold of your hand, refusing to let go. In his eyes dwell joy, obsession, and a bottomless passion.

First, would you like to see the current state of the order? Or... would you first tell me of the time you were absent?