Back at the Date estate, Megohime was lounging with Masamune, laying in his lap while he smoked his pipe. This time he had filled the pipe a bit too generously, and a bit of hot ash fell on Megohime’s cheek. She didn’t flinch, in fact, she didn’t even seem to mind, simply brushing it away and stealing a glance at Masamune. There wasn’t a single mark on her face from the hot ash.