"You're Achill?!" Lahar threw back his head and roared in disbelief. His body trembled violently with excitement, betraying the shock and turmoil within him.
"Hm?" Achill paused at those words, then lowered his head in puzzlement and looked down at Lahar in the moonlight.
He had been so focused on intimidating the Magic Council members below with his presence that he had not bothered to look closely at their leader. Now that he did, even Achill was stunned!
"L-Lahar?! Are you Lahar?!" He leaped off Minazuki's back and appeared directly before Lahar with a Flash Step. Equally incredulous, Achill asked, "Y-you're still alive? What about Doranbolt?! Is he alive too?!"
"Of course! I'm Lahar! And Doranbolt's alive and well, naturally!" Lahar shouted excitedly, though inwardly he grumbled, Shouldn't I be the one asking that?
"That's good! That's wonderful!" Achill was overwhelmed with excitement too. Although Lahar and Doranbolt had been the dearest friends of this body's former owner, he had inherited all of the boy's memories, along with his remaining feelings. For instance, he deeply respected Grandpa Albert, his late relative and teacher, the former headmaster of the Grand Magic Academy and a former member of the Ten Wizard Saints!
Likewise, his affection for his two dear friends, Lahar and Doranbolt, came straight from the heart!
"Where the hell have you two been all these years? After I recovered my memories, I went out of my way to look for you, but I couldn't find a single clue. I thought you'd both kicked the bucket! You made me waste a whole lot of grief..." Achill punched Lahar firmly in the chest, sounding decidedly disgruntled.
He was telling the truth. Ever since recovering all his memories five years ago, besides searching daily for clues to the Tower of Paradise's whereabouts, the