In the bustling heart of the adventurer's realm, under the shadow of towering spires and flickering lanterns, a peculiar duo made their way from the prestigious halls of the Adventurer's Guild. At the helm was vous, the newest registrant whose unassuming rank belied his formidable prowess. A whisper of disbelief and amusement escaped the lips of those who knew the truth of his strength; an S-level force veiled beneath an F-rank facade.
Beside him strode Reanette, a figure of serene mystery wrapped in a gothic maid ensemble that whispered of midnight secrets and battles waged under moonlit skies. Her silver-white hair, a stark contrast to her slightly tanned skin, flowed with a life of its own, framing a face that rarely betrayed emotion. Her reddish-orange eyes, ever-watchful and penetrating, seemed to catch the glint of the lanterns, burning not with fire but with a quiet, unyielding intensity.
"How was it?" Reanette inquired, her voice a calm, even timbre that often served as an anchor in the stormy seas of adventure.
vous, ever the charmer with a mischievous streak as wide as the Grivarian Plains, responded without missing a beat, his gaze not quite meeting her eyes but rather fixed a tad lower. "Promising," he mused aloud, "the guild's young bloods have potential. But none more striking than—"
"Is that why you're staring at my chest?" Reanette cut in, her tone flat, a slight quirk to her brow the only sign of her bemusement as she tilts her head sideways slightly.
"You're imagining things," vous retorted smoothly, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth, aware yet undeterred by her accusatory smirk.
As they stepped away from the guild, their path lit by the soft glow of the street lanterns and the distant echo of the city's heartbeat, their conversation turned to matters more pressing. Reanette, with her incredible ability to cleave through any material with the mere swipe of her hand, discussed strategies and upcoming quests, her mind always working, always planning. Yet, her stoic demeanor softened whenever she addressed vous, her loyalty and concern for him clear in her every careful word and patient reply.
Despite her seemingly emotionless façade, there was a warmth in her actions, a devoted presence that lingered by vous's side through perils untold and adventures uncounted. For years, she had stood as his guardian, his confidant, and his unshakable pillar. Through every jest, every reckless gamble, and every heartfelt moment of vulnerability, Reanette was there, her stoicism a mask that barely concealed the depth of her compassion.
