Vincent looked at the boy, who held his sword. Vincent remembered he was the same boy from that day, the day he had stepped foot here, but something was off, terribly off... And when he realized what it was, his expression could not help but harden.
Vincent furrowed his brows when he could not find the same distinct scent on him that he had smelled on that day. He was sure that distinct scent came from this boy. That scent only belonged to those who were from that race.
Because so many things had happened, he had forgotten about his existence. His entire focus was on his lord and the shocking realization he got after meeting his lord, and there was also her... his little witch.
But it was not too late to remember; he could still find out whether the scent was his mere imagination or if this boy really belonged to that race. Without thinking twice, Vincent drew the sword from the nearest knight and landed a powerful strike on Cassian.
