On a stony path winding through the rough-hewn mountain cave, two figures walked side by side, their quiet conversation laced with lightheartedness and warmth, finding solace in each other's presence.
"Say, Petne," Bella asked, her voice soft but holding a hint of hesitation. "You don't actually remember me much, do you?" It was a question that had been plaguing her ever since she first encountered him face-to-face after his return to the academy.
"Mmm-mmm..." Petne hummed softly in thought, sifting through the fragmented memories of his past, the ones from before he was reincarnated. Some were obscure, lost to time and trauma, while others remained vivid, fresh as though they had happened only yesterday.
Yet no matter how hard he tried, apart from her name striking a faint chord of familiarity, he could find no deeper connection or recollection of the Royal Fox.
