"The one leading them was a tall, thin man in a blue-black robe named Camilo."
Through a voice transmission, Angel described the Travelers coming in to Luigi, who was in the courtyard.
"He was tall and very thin, with slightly curly hair, gray-green eyes, and prominent cheekbones..."
Features like those could make a man look either harsh or noble. Camilo fell somewhere between the two.
He had an aloof air, but also a scholar's gentle refinement.
"That robe of his looks rather like a classical court mage's robe," Angel murmured. "Could he be a spellcaster?"
"A spellcaster?" Luigi said. "Then we'd better be careful with him."
An NPC spellcaster could certainly cast spells.
Unlike them, who had to rely on Wonderland items or the enchanted scrolls Angel had brought into the Crystal Plains of Dreams...
So it was best not to act rashly around a spellcasting NPC.
If the highest threat level was five, Luigi put this "mage" named Camilo at level four.
"Behind Camilo is a man wearing nothing but a gold vest and trousers," Angel said. "He hasn't even fastened the vest properly, apparently to show off his muscles."
Compared with Camilo, though, the man was undeniably far more imposing. It would take nearly two Camilos to match him.
He was not only tall; his muscles were enormous.
Whether it was the color of his vest or something about his physique, a faint oily sheen seemed to glimmer across them.
"His name is... Sun," Angel said. "If he's trying to imitate a sun god, the name actually suits him."
Luigi nodded to himself. Muscular men like this were generally all brawn and no brains.
For Sun, he set the threat level at two.
A muscular man ought to have some strength, at least.
"Behind Sun is a petite