"Dad, I'm back!" Aeolus, who had just been oppressed by the demonic aura but showed no sign of fear, escorted each of the girls back home before returning to his own house.
"Today I…" Just as Aeolus was about to share his day's experiences with his father, he was stumped upon seeing his father's attire.
"Dad, what is this…" Aeolus scrutinized his father, who looked starkly different than usual, and cautiously asked.
At this moment, Muria was dressed in a flashy set of gold and blue light armor, with a great bow beside him, a bloodstained long spear next to it, and a long sword laid across his knees as he sat on the sofa.
This attire was a far cry from the refined image of his father that Aeolus remembered, the man who typically sat on the sofa reading books and newspapers, giving him an odd feeling.
"Back already." Noticing his son's gaze, Muria spoke with a calm demeanor, "You're curious about my outfit, aren't you?"
