Earlier before Dimitri's capture, Agon's trembling hand made a swift yet firm press to the caller button, connecting his call to the other line as he knelt down on the floor.
Even if his master couldn't see him, he has the tendency to kneel whenever he speaks to his master.
"What is it, Agon?" His master's voice echoed the room.
He gulped as he bowed his head, dark circles under his eyes had shown his lack of sleep during that evening. "I deeply apologize for disturbing your morning, sir."
"That is fine," his kind master said. "You always call when it's for dire situations. So, is it related to my son?"
"Y-Yes." A contempt look stared at the screen and Agon wondered if his patient master would raise his voice to him for the first time.
"M-Master Dimitri left during the Red Moon."
