"I-it's…it's you…!" Sultan quickly muttered. And my tail, raised in the air, naturally fell to ground level.
What…
Sultan.
Have you seen Vaniti before?
Vaniti doesn't smirk, doesn't smile, or anything. She speaks, all seriously—more than I expected.
"You remember, don't you now…Chancellor?" Vaniti asked, her grip getting even farmore tighter. Sultan grunted more in pain, but his initial shock still overode every other emotion within his body.
"Th-the ranger! You've come back? I thought…I thought…" Sultan trailed off, yet again. His eyes rolled to the ground instead. It seemed like he was trying to make every sense of this. Any sense of this at all.
Then, that's when it clicked within my head.
The Ranger Corps, the one Vaniti was apart of. Even I had forgot about that initial detail. That Vaniti was someone before I met her. Someone who was betrayed by her own comrades and companions.
But with the way Sultan looks…it makes it seem as if…
