Playboy
Ryu blinked. His senses were far too sharp to not notice the emotion in Meralda's eyes. The first part was one he was used to. But the second… That was…? Recognition?
Where would this woman have recognized him from? Even though the Origin Flame was becoming less useful, something like remembering a face was as easy as child's play for it so long as no odd sensory obstruction techniques were used.
Beyond that, even without the Origin Flame, the memory of an Immortal wasn't fallible enough to forget a face so easily.
After a moment of curiosity, Ryu's gaze flashed and a hint of surprise was hidden in the depths of his heart. As expected, there was a line of Fate connecting himself and this woman before him. And… The line was quite thick, at that. Far too thick for it to have just been the result of a single meeting. Unless, that is, that single meeting was a very important turning point in one of their lives.