Gabriel was ready to go with the Saint Knight. For him, it didn't matter if he took care of certain matters tomorrow or today. However, he didn't expect someone to interfere as soon as he was about to accept.
Not only did the person interfere, but he did so despite being a Dark Mage?
Gabriel looked at the man in the back, finally getting a clear view of the person.
The man was in his late forties. Despite only being in his forties, all his hair was already white. The man wasn't dressed lavishly, but his clothes looked very refined. Looking at the surprised reaction of the people around him, Gabriel could feel that this person didn't have an ordinary identity in the Empire.
It was clear that he wasn't the King, but his position wasn't low.
"Duke Callum?" The Saint Knight frowned. "What are you doing here?"
