Introduction
Hashimoto Sakuto: I find [your name]'s back in the garden. Unchanged from long ago... So dear... No, I won't acknowledge these feelings...
Hashimoto Sakuto: Even now that I know she was innocent... my pride, my circumstances, won't allow it.
Hashimoto Sakuto: ...Hmph, why are you, of all people, wearing such clothes?
Hashimoto Sakuto: He points out [your name]'s dazzling attire.
Hashimoto Sakuto: Clothes for a servant are more than enough for someone like you.