By the time we left the Kovis embassy, the hour was approaching dawn. Although the sun had not yet fully leaped out from the horizon, many people in the city of the Western Port had already begun their day's toil under the faintly dim sky.
Walking down the street, listening to the rising clamor of rotating axles and horse hooves. Leon's brows remained tightly locked with unresolved confusion.
Why did Galliard specifically seek out Kovis six years ago in this world, leaving behind that ambiguous, mysterious "greeting"?
— Lord Pandora?
Diving deep into countless clear memories in his mind, Leon dug up this playful jest about his own nickname from the sea of consciousness.
That was when he had once more unexpectedly encountered the digging Minstrel during his infiltration of Felcon Castle, and the other party seemed to forget Leon's surname, Pendragon, instead blurting out this mistaken name.
