Those capable of becoming the leader of the Silver Armor Guard were certainly extraordinary. The man felt the gaze on him and turned his eyes to the young man standing before him.
He walked towards him, stopping to scrutinize the boy up close.
"You're the one the Holy Master personally named... Bartholomew?" The man said, with a strange expression on his face as he uttered the name.
The thing was, this name is typically used to describe women in the language of Percival.
It was indeed somewhat odd for a grown man to be called by such a name.
"Subordinate Bartholomew pays respect to the leader."
The man had a distinctively oriental face, his features were cold and ruthless – just the look of someone who wouldn't hesitate to destroy what he wanted.
Upon hearing the words, he nodded slightly, "From now on, you'll follow me."
"This subordinate thanks the leader for his recognition."
