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There was a fact Charlemagne knew well; out of all the Servants Hakunon had formed a contract with, he was the one to spend the least amount of time with her. From the memories made in SE.RA.PH, he could recall stories from the others talking about their adventures with the brunette—adventures that were long-lasting and brought them closer to her, unlike his.
He didn't mind it much. The old man wielded too much power for Charlie, whose Saint Graph was extremely flawed at the time, to take on by himself. Strategy meetings were crucial and many Servants joined their ranks, thus Hakunon had to divide up her time efficiently between them all. There was barely any room for interaction with her, but he cherished what few moments they had to themselves. Whether she was supporting him out in the field or relaxing with him in My Room, each second spent was dear to him.
Perhaps it was when they said their farewells to each other that his opinions shifted. Or maybe their reunion in Chaldea? In any case, something started nagging at him from then on. It started off small that he could shrug it off without a problem, until it festered and forced him to acknowledge it. He wanted to be closer to Hakunon—to become someone important to her like the others are.
He attempted not to indulge in those desires. Whenever he was free and noticed she had nothing important to take care of (no, even when she had a mission to do for Chaldea), he would seize the chance to hang out with her. His usual demeanour led to his requests rarely being rejected and had them spending hours together, yet he knew when to wrap it up. He didn't want to suffocate her and take up all her precious time, that was wrong and unlike himself. But those desires would not leave him alone, and he refused to say anything about it.
The young man now finds himself sitting in a field of flowers as per her request. His former Master had sought him out at the break of day and told him to use the simulator.
"I have something to give you there." she said with her familiar small smile. He could never tell the intent behind it; it was her default for politeness, mischief, and calculating.
Charlie takes a deep breath among the sea of vivid reds and yellows in his wait for her. A light, almost subtle weight on his head has him looking behind to find Hakunon leaning over him. He reaches a hand of his own up to feel what it is, the soft sensation of petals meeting his fingertips. She put a flower crown on him?
"It's not just Christmas, you know?" she chuckles. "This day marks another special event—one you would know well. The colour of the flowers might help you recollect."
Huh? He hurriedly takes off the crown to inspect it despite being surrounded by the same flora. Red and yellow… the 25th of December… What the hell could she be alluding to?
Just then it hits him. A flower crown. Today was when he—
Before he could realise it, tears begin to gather at the corner of his eyes and blur his vision. She remembered that? Why? He never bothered to say anything about it, an important event in his life, so why is she bringing it up?
His body worked faster than his own mind. There was a reason she did this, and it soothed those negative thoughts he'd been harbouring for a long time.
As the coronation was to him, Charlemagne is important to Hakunon.