He remembers his vow—if it may be called that, that is. In the height of battle, he had been asked for his name, and he declined to answer, because any lie would remain unsustained.
(Which is to say—so long as the necromancer remained within hearing distance, his lie was to be upheld; but Minerva knew Maria, and Maria knew that he was not the ‘Mad Dog.’)
So introductions were bade to wait until after the gauntlet was over, and as the people file out, keen to retire for the night: Valter waits for her, eye out to make sure alabaster was absent.
“ You asked for my name, ” he remarks plainly, nothing else offered by way of greeting (if that was even necessary given the circumstances). Gaze shifts from an absent-minded stare at nothing to one that locks eyes—
“ It is Valter. ”
(And so he turns to leave.)
The event was an incredibly funny for the Macedon princess, who, in the end, managed to make some new acquaintances and actually enjoyed the course of the battles: she was used to aim for the victory, to destroy the enemy no matter what it takes, just for reaching the end of the battle, but this time… it was different; she felt a connection, especially in between the most fiery and demanding ally in her team –the unknown knight.
His piercing gaze always raptured the red-haired woman’s attention, making her feel in awe but at the same time, she kind of feel attracted by the intense passion he put into each single fight he staged inside the fictional arena: he was good and confident –she kind of liked a person like that. Yet, the horrible decision he took before wiping out the life of her fake sister did make the Macedon princess waver a little, since the strong bond in between she and Maria was very important to her, even though she perfectly knew it was a mere copy.
It took her a little while before accepting the fate of her fake sibling, but after that she began to trust more the unknown knight, even asking out for his name just to receive a plain silence from him, not sure if he disregarded her or he simply didn’t like giving off about his personal and private information. She recognised his aloofness and she did respect it.
Yet, as she was approaching the tent for finally have some proper rest, a voice called out for her, she immediately recognised the tone and as she turned, she face the knight; he gave out his name, Valter, and he immediately turned away, probably going towards his tent as well. Minerva didn’t even make it to smirk, but she abruptly replied back, “Let’s have some fun at the Training Hall sometimes, ..Valter!” she limped on her words, but she couldn’t hold the enthusiasm in her tone, since she really did not expect such appearance from him.
“I’ll be waiting” she lastly added, watching his slim silhouette getting absorbed by the darkness.