After hearing Angel’s explanation, Lyon was thrilled. As someone passionate about the knight’s path, this armor was the epitome of a knight in his eyes, not to mention its impressive functionality.
Most importantly… it was incredibly convenient to put on! Even more so than his chainmail!
“Are you sure this is for me?” Lyon asked again, his voice brimming with excitement and satisfaction.
Angel nodded.
Lyon’s gratitude went without saying.
“As for weapons, I’ve given you one before, so I didn’t forge another.” Angel had given Lyon a Tang Blade when he returned to Pat Manor previously, so he did not craft another this time.
“I’ve reserved a clip for the cape; you can add it yourself if you like.”
Lyon was smitten with the armor, not wanting to take it off after putting it on, eager to show it off to anyone. Fortunately, everyone in the manor was his subject, and no one would spoil his moment… well, not quite.
There were indeed spoil-sports.
Like the former Loomer Prince, now a full-time silk spitter, Nami.
“The style is barely passable, but the colors, too monotonous,” Nami critiqued without hesitation upon seeing Lyon while visiting the Kulakuka Tribe. “The armor should have yellow stripes with a red background to look better. Of course, the helmet must be lush green to truly highlight one’s character.”
Lyon ignored Nami’s words outright.
Accompanying Lyon around the manor, Angel watched as Lyon loudly announced the fine weather and his intention to inspect Gru Town.
Seeing this, Angel took the opportunity to make an excuse and leave. ‘Inspecting’ was just another way for Lyon to boast elsewhere… That joy, let Lyon have it to himself.
As for whether Lyon would participate in the upcoming competition, Angel did not ask. Though he could quite likely guess that Lyon would agree, he respected Lyon’s decision, even if it were a refusal.
Because of crafting the armor, Angel hadn’t been to the Wilderness of Dreams. Now that he finished, he planned to visit Originheart City.
“Illusion Demon Lord visited two days ago,” Frode said immediately upon seeing Angel.
Two days ago was exactly when Angel had started forging the armor.
“Did he say anything?”
“Nothing much, just inquired if you had returned. Oh, and Illusion Demon Lord mentioned his matters were nearly settled and he plans to return to Pat Manor soon,” Frode said.
“When?”
Frode: “He said in a couple of days. Considering the time, he might arrive today?”
He’s coming back today? Angel was also surprised.
Upon receiving this news, he didn’t stay in the Wilderness of Dreams but returned to reality.
He was originally planning some meditation and to see if Sanders would return that day.
But before he could settle down, he felt intense spatial fluctuations from outside.
Stepping onto the balcony, Angel looked up to see a black crack suddenly appear in the clear sky, and as the crack widened, a figure stepped through.
Backlit by the sun, the newcomer was encircled by an aura of light.
Even with his eyes struggling against the brilliance, the illusions emanating from the visitor made him instantly recognizable to Angel.
It was, indeed, Sanders!