How could Iver ignore the prayers of others?
So he remained silent and cast out a small card, manifesting Don Quixote.
"—Your knight, Don Quixote de la Mancha, has answered your call and come to fight for you!"
A passionate, sonorous voice rang out.
When she heard that familiar voice, a glimmer of light seemed to shine in the depths of the Gray Angel's dim eyes.
As she watched the handsome knight in silver armor manifest before her, Autolycus's gaze softened considerably.
"...Heracles."
She looked at her former close friend and student, who had manifested before her, and could not help murmuring softly.
—When she first met Heracles, the child had been only twelve or thirteen years old.
At the time, he had just finished his introductory education under Chiron and was apprenticing himself to different mentors to learn special techniques.
Back then, Autolycus taught Heracles close-quarters combat, disguise, and theft.
Autolycus had already mastered part of the power of lies. Wanting to tease this white-haired, red-eyed boy, she disguised herself as a sly and lively young man.
Heracles, who was still a mortal, naturally could not see through Autolycus's disguise. Although he learned the art of disguise from her, he could never surpass his teacher.
She took the young and innocent Heracles on all sorts of escapades—stealing one family's cattle today, trampling another family's fields tomorrow. After causing trouble, she would imitate Heracles's voice to lure people out, then quietly turn invisible and leave Heracles behind alone, hoping to make him practice the ability to lie.
But Heracles could never learn to lie, which left her helpless and constantly forced to manifest and clean up after him.
Those had been the happiest days of Autolycus's life.
Before that, and after that, she never again had such carefree and uninhibited