Between Bell Cranel and Ais Wallenstein and Hestia and Hermes as romantic.
The evening air was crisp, carrying the mingled scents of street vendors and the distant sea. Orario's Central Park was less crowded at this hour, the stars a silent audience to the city's nocturnal symphony. As night fell, its veiled embrace drew together two souls whose fates were entwined by more than just the threads of destiny.
Bell Cranel, with his characteristic white hair and earnest ruby eyes, found himself seated on a bench, his gaze lost in contemplation. The park granted him a temporary respite from the arduous trials of the Dungeon and the weight of expectations placed upon his shoulders. Unknown to him, his heart was about to experience an adventure that no level of the Dungeon could match.
A rustling of leaves announced her presence before she stepped into the moonlight. Ais Wallenstein, known as the Sword Princess, approached with a grace that belied her formidable prowess. Her golden hair shimmered ethereally, capturing the moon's glow as if holding secrets of the night in every strand.
"Bell Cranel," she began, her voice a soft melody, "I saw you sitting alone. Is something troubling you?" It was unusual for Ais to initiate conversation, but there was a warmth in her ice-blue eyes that invited trust.
He shook his head initially, the practiced denial of an adventurer not wishing to burden others. But the sincerity in Ais's gaze uncoiled the tension in his heart. "I'm fine, Ais. Just... thinking about everything. The future, mostly," Bell confessed, his voice threading through the quiet night.
As they engaged in hushed dialogue, their words undulating between fears and laughter, the distance between them shrank. It was a closeness that birthed new feelings, a realization that there was more than admiration linking their souls together.
Meanwhile, cloaked by shadows and the divine discretion granted to her, Hestia observed the scene unfold with a myriad of emotions coloring her divine essence. A twinge of sadness crossed her features, though the goddess knew that Bell's happiness was paramount above her own longings. Love, she acknowledged, was selfless.
The night deepened, and with it, so did Hermes's intrigue. The god of travel eyed the pair from his own secluded vantage point, grinning at the potential of what this newfound romance could mean for his plans. Plans that involved an ancient power lurking beneath the city, waiting to be unearthed by someone with the right touch of naivety and bravery.
Bell, oblivious to the wider machinations at play, pledged a softly-spoken vow to Ais. "No matter what happens, I'll protect you. That's what it means to be a hero, right?" The question was rhetorical, an affirmation of his resolve more than an appeal for confirmation.
Ais's reply was uncharacteristically tender, a smile gracing her lips. "And I you, Bell Cranel. For heroes walk the same path—shoulder to shoulder." It was the sealing of a pact, an unspoken promise that eclipsed the grandeur of any tale scribed in the annals of myth and legend.
For Bell and Ais, the echoes of the labyrinth had just begun to reverberate. Theirs was a journey that would challenge their burgeoning emotions while testing the very fabric of reality. A promise unbound by time, a whisper of fate that would carry through the endless corridors of the Dungeon and into the heart of Orario itself.