"...Mr. Aiwass?"
Oswald was suddenly startled when he heard that familiar voice.
He turned around abruptly and saw Aiwass, who had appeared in the corner at some point, slowly removing his hood.
Aiwass's eyes were no longer the clear, transparent emerald green, nor did they glow with a warm, sun-like gold-red. Instead, they were emitting a bewitching purple mist.
—No doubt, it was Aiwass.
Even though he wasn't wearing the Holy Temple style of church attire at the moment, and was just in loose casual wear convenient for movement... But Oswald, who had watched Aiwass grow up, naturally wouldn't mistake him for anyone else.
He was taken aback, "You... weren't you supposed to..."
Like a wild wolf, the old butler suddenly realized something and swallowed the rest of that sentence.
"'Supposed' to what, Mr. Oswald?"
Aiwass chuckled softly, "Supposed to be in the barracks, supposed to be by the seaside, or supposed to be in the Spirit Summoning Tower?"
