"Proud?" Vol said, frowning strongly at the word. "I do not need you to be proud of me, woman. You'd make me even less likely to spare lives in the future."
"Huh? Wait, wait, that's not what I want at all!" Penelope said, looking desperately at Vale. "What did I say wrong?"
"I believe the Lord Commander is the type of man that does what he wishes to, Princess," Vale explained patiently.
"I don't understand at all," Penelope said, her shoulders slumping.
Ignoring their bantering, Vol began taking off his gauntlets, setting them on the table one by one.
"That prophecy of yours, was that what we faced today?" He asked Penelope.
"Prophecy?" Vale said. "You have not spoken to me of such things."
"I didn't want to worry you…" Penelope said apologetically. "I am not even sure if it is true. It might simply have been a dream after all. Even if it was a prophecy, who is to say it's something that will happen in the near future?"
