Spitfire

"Even though you cannot recall your name or most of your memories, I know who you are. Which makes things easier for you now, dear Vinny... Or should I say, Spitfire," I murmured with a sad smile as I pulled away from the embrace.

"I'm sorry... I only knew that you were someone I used to work with, but I don't know much about what I did. I thought I was, like, a passing ally or something because I've got the impression that your parents were some noble people, and I had the pleasure of meeting you briefly."

"I never thought I was so close to you that it warrants a hug... Unless you've got the wrong guy," asked Vincent, looking apologetic.

"There's no doubt about it; You are Spitfire and the person I confided to during my starter days of being in the streets. Never knowing about my true family background, you didn't care about the small details and focused on my skills of taking down the enemies in a smooth and quick style."

"The only one who treated me like a brother in arms without seeing gender as a problem. We went for countless tasks together, especially because you don't know how to open a bottle of wine," I replied, smiling at the end.

"Hey! I don't drink wine too often, so I wouldn't know how to open cork wine bottles..." protested Vincent, getting offended by my tease.

"You were a chef... You need wine to cook, so how can you say that you don't know how to open a wine bottle?"

"Normally, those wine bottles have screw caps! And you are a waiter during the day, so you've got more experience than me!"

We both burst into laughter as we talked about our past lives together. Vincent was right, he was a passing ally I worked with for a short time span, but our time together was enough for me to register as long-term memory. Most likely because of the excellent food he cooked...

This all happened while Bryan was scratching his head in confusion and wondering if he should be in the same room as us.

"Don't worry, Bry, he isn't a hostile enemy anymore. Meet Vincent, one of my old allies in my old world," I introduced so that the Slayer would put away his scythes.

"That may be the case, but why is he here? I know you are old pals, but it doesn't deny that he has been in this world as a servant to VK, the Mafia Head, for the past year. You've crossed paths and blades against some of our members, so why should I not worry?"

"Hey! They were in my way in the first place! And besides, I wasn't the one who started the fight... They decided to launch the arrows at me first because I had my wings out during a freezing night!" protested Vincent, angrily shaking his fist.

"Uhm... Anyone with a will to live would've thrown anything at you... You look like the Mothman from behind and at the right light and angle..." I whispered, patting Vincent's head.

"Oh, come on! Not you too! Arg... Forget about it; I don't want anything to do with the Arks, so we can let that part slide. Don't worry, Slayer Verna; I'm not going to steal your position in the Barren Pillars, so you can stop looking at me like that..."

"I was just here to discuss with Elizabeth about joining me on a specific quest to find the Four Symbols. However, it would be better for me to work with someone I used to know to start from scratch," suggested Vincent.

"Huh? What do you mean by that? I thought you'd been affiliated with the Mafia. I thought you were working for VK. And you've been gone from census in my old world for some time, so you should have adjusted to this world, no?" I asked, confused.

"Well, working for someone isn't the same as working with someone. Listen, I've been doing solo Missions since I got here, and I'm getting bored traveling alone. It's not fun when you have to do everything yourself..."

"How about other folks? Don't they want to join you? I refused to believe that there weren't adventurers around here. I mean, look at this realm! It's so much more bountiful in both harvests and Magecraft."

"Legends that were nothing more than fairytales come alive here, and we can meet mythical creatures while gathering supplies. So why haven't you found more friends yet?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, and grabbed a muffin to eat.

I broke the muffin into half and offered the other for Vincent to eat, which he gladly accepted it. Bryan looked defeated as he witnessed how I became friendly with Vincent in only a few Tocks.