"No, I don't think I do. Again, it's been decades since I've spoken to him." Armodeus replied. Eiro let out a deep sigh, rather disappointed that he wouldn't be able to find that man so easily. And that was when Eiro remembered something.
"Armodeus... How old are you again?" The Demon asked, and the Elder Dwarf crossed his arm, "Somewhere around three hundred years. Stopped counting. But why, lad?"
"Well, was that 'kid's' name Merlin, by any chance?" The moment that Eiro mentioned this name, Armodeus raised his brows, "Yes, lad! Yes it was! How did you know?"
"Because that 'kid' is now an old man working for the Academy. He's the head of the magic departments." Eiro explained, "This can't be called a coincidence anymore, now can it?"
