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It caught her off guard with what the boy said, as to a common townswoman like her—that phrase sounded it carried with solid certainty of what he was talking about, that there was something he knew what the swordswoman had not figured out yet.
There was another half a minute pause, her gaze fixed on the blond’s face, searching for any clues to respond with. Eyvel’s eyes landed on the noble bow, a bow far grander than any she had seen and she had only seen a couple of archers in her lifetime here, though the craftsmanship was nothing like the one before her. Must be one of the Holy Crusaders’ weapons… It was the only scenario that made sense to her with that bow’s presence, but the focus wasn’t supposed to linger on that.
The sense of sincerity within this stranger wasn’t something Eyvel could simply ignore, however she had no recollection of ever knowing who the bowman was upon first glance.
…There’s something off about this meeting…
“Is there any significance to what you’re asking…?”
That question unfortunately told him more than he needed to know. When she saw him, she saw a stranger and nothing more. For a time, Faval had hoped a person of direct descent from the same god would be able to recognize another even at so much as a glance. That was likely just a fantasy though, and his only real hope lied in the wait that she would be able to recognize his features.
Apparently not. It wasn’t that she was trying to sound rude or intended to shatter the hope he’d clung to when he’d heard from Fin that his mother was undoubtedly in this place, but he couldn’t help feeling as though it had been an effort in vain. He couldn’t simply openly tell her the truth... On top of it all, from what he’d heard, this woman had adopted a daughter since she’d gone missing after the Battle of Barhara. How was he supposed to admit the truth to her in a situation like this...?
He couldn’t. At first, he’d expected he’d be able to have the heart to say it, to at least tell her the truth and walk off and move along. Now even the first half of that seemed difficult, and it wouldn’t be fair to separate those two, would it? It wasn’t that she’d thrown him and Patty away, after all. She had forgotten them, and not by choice.
A small, though clearly disheartened laugh came out before the blond managed to speak again. “Ah, it’s... It’s fine. I guess you can say I wouldn’t have asked if it wasn’t important, but if you don’t know the answer now, then I shouldn’t bother you with it. I’m just glad I met you. A kind knight in the army I fight with told me about you being here, so I wanted to see you for myself... That’s all. I know you don’t have memories of your past, but I guess I came to say I’m someone from that past and wanted to see you, you know? I’m sure you’re busy guarding this area though, so I’ll let you get back to your business.”
