Subaru had been working up the nerve to ask Felt if she would join him for a walk through the capital, hoping to get some one-on-one time with the fiery girl. But as he approached her, he saw Reinhard at her side, the two of them deep in conversation. Felt was clearly captivated, her usual tough exterior softening around the Sword Saint. Subaru froze, feeling his confidence drain away as Reinhard effortlessly stole the show once again.

Subaru decided to interrupt anyway, hoping to salvage some pride. "Hey, Felt! How about we—" But before he could finish, Felt laughed at something Reinhard had said, completely ignoring Subaru. The two walked off together, leaving him standing alone, forgotten and feeling like a fool.

In his frustration, Subaru kicked a nearby post, only to misjudge the strength of his own kick. Pain shot through his foot, and as he hopped around in agony, he tripped over a crate and fell into a muddy puddle. Lying there, soaked and humiliated, Subaru cursed his endless bad luck as the world continued to move on without him.