───As the wave hits the beach, I found a lost possession.
To think that, you, a paragon of servant who's usually honest, earnest and gentle would have dropped something, it sure is rather unusual.
They seem to have been put there, or rather, dropped there, perhaps.
They sparkle as they embrace the wave.
They glitter as they reflect the sunlight.
They are glaring, no, they are shining.
Although they look elegant, they also carry the sign that it is your belonging.
Oh well, let me pick them up.
I have to catch up to you, who had just gone off leaving me behind.
Are you having fun───?
"Oh dear, it's my Holy Knuckle.
It would be troublesome if they started rusting due to my clumsiness.
Master, what are you writing?
It sure is a great hobby to compose poetry huh.
...Why are you hiding it from me? Hey, Master. Master?"