It's really Lord Limon...
Listening to the voice, Aired could tell. He hurriedly came to the table beside him, and Aired said to Limon, "Lord, please come here." Limon strode over to the table with a purposeful gait.
Looking at the imposing figure of Lord Limon before him, Aired was visibly astonished. "I didn't expect that Lord Limon was of a special profession. No wonder he managed to complete the last task so admirably," he remarked. It was quite a sight – clearly a warlock, yet donning a full set of plate armor, with a large sword slung across his back, presenting a rather knightly appearance. Aired could only surmise it to be a unique vocation.
Though taken aback, Aired was a man of integrity. After all, only such an explanation could account for Lord Limon's remarkable power.
Glancing at Aired behind the table, Limon inquired calmly, "Tell me about this mission."
