Leon looked over there.
He saw a middle-aged man, holding a peculiar hammer-headed staff and dressed in half robe armor, staring intently at him.
"This is my Magician advisor, Hilgard, who comes from the Northern Society," Trosa introduced to Leon.
Magician?
A Mage?
This was also the first Spellcaster from the Otherworld Leon had met, aside from Miss Lora.
However, looking at that burly figure, draped in thick armor, carrying an all-steel Nail Head Hammer staff, and with a face full of tough flesh,
Leon felt there was quite a gap between this image and that of the popes he had in mind.
Without being told, he would have thought this hulk was a warrior who swung a War Hammer at people's heads.
"Unfortunately, my lord, that little wooden cage fell apart as soon as it left the forest," Leon shook his head.
This wasn't entirely true. The structure of the Spirit Lamp was indeed not sturdy, but it wasn't broken; it was just temporarily useless without a soul as its wick.
