"My name is Lancelot. I am an Apostle of Aether… wielder of the Arcana of Judgement."
Ciara and Jerry's eyes widened—the latter's own being more obvious—as the man introduced himself.
His warm smile and cool gaze made it even cooler, and none of them could deny the validity of his statement.
None except…
"Prove it."
… Ciara.
"Huh?"
"Prove you're an Apostle of Aether and stuff." She emphasized, still staring at the man with suspicious eyes.
Jerry, at this point, was completely flustered—no, more like worried.
"Don't mind my partner, Sir Lancelot. She simply means that it would be nice if there was something to prove your identity and stuff. Haha…"
Ciara didn't seem apologetic, so Jerry had to prevent consequences that could arise as result of her actions.
"Oh, that. I suppose you'd like to see my Arcana."
Instantly, a brilliant light engulfed the room, and within moments, a card appeared. It hovered atop Lancelot's open palm, and the object was filled with great power.
