BAM! The door burst open as the maids poured tea. Arad looked, seeing an armored old man with a long white beard, wrinkled face, and a golden gown above his head walking inside.
"The rumored Arad Orion, I heard tales about you, most of them seem unrealistic." He stared at Arad, standing close to the table.
"You're the king?" Arad asked, standing up and staring at the man in the eyes.
"Father, why are you armored?" Isdis asked if it was the first time she had seen him wear it in years.
The king bowed, "King Baltos Lior Ruris, named after my ancestors, but I still do not meet their standards. So thank you for saving my daughter,"
Arad nodded, "Don't worry about that." He looked at Isdis, "She's surprised to see you wearing armor. Why is that?"
"I haven't fought in years," The king replied with a smile.
Gin looked at Arad with a grin, "Don't underestimate those old bones,"
