They were just like father and son. There wasn't a single doubt about it. The two of them were basically a copy of one another. And the other thing that was clear as day was that his father was also a Siglius. There was no doubt about it based on his appearance and behavior.
"So, my son took on a protégé like you, huh?" His father, Daimon, muttered with a slight frown on his face, looking at my body from top to bottom. "I wonder why he took on a little sissy like you. There better be some good explanations apart from the fact that this was charity work."
Caliste raised an eyebrow at those words. He already knew that he wasn't particularly liked by Daimon, but to call him charity work? Come on now, it wasn't actually that bad.
"An old friend of mine asked for my help on this matter. I couldn't refuse," Albert explained, to which Daimon nodded his head, respecting his choice.
"Whatever. It's not like it matters; what has happened, happened."
