"Her name is Tarte Alpha, a member of the Vectors."
My ears felt like pierced by a flung javelin. My entire body stunned as if struck by lightning. At high noon, we all discovered that the one pulling the strings was a revered member of the Vectors.
"A member of the Vectors? That fox lady?" I struck a question swiftly.
"Yeah," Guildmaster James nodded.
Asfi who had been keeping herself reserved suddenly marched forward, all the while instilling a pair of scrunched eyebrows.
"Pardon the interruption, but are you gentlemen absolutely certain that she is Lady Tarte Alpha?"
"Yes, Miss Asfi. It is without a doubt."
"I cannot accept it. What proof do you have that she is Lady Tarte?"
"P-Please, calm your nerves, ma'am. Allow us to explain. …Eric, if you please."
"Yes, cousin. I saw a gear cog and multiple arrows circling around it—that's the mark on her back. We all know that symbol very well. It's the mark of the Vectors."
