Lynn shook his head and said earnestly, "Definitely not. I've only been summoned once, and that was with a general-purpose Summoning Magic Array."
Sir Awen frowned.
But that wasn't right.
He had just tried to have this world register the array, only to encounter unmistakable resistance.
The only explanation for something like that was that Lynn already had an exclusive Summoning Magic Array pointing to him, preventing the Dark World from registering him again.
He paced back and forth.
Then he shook his head and smiled at Lynn. "It's all right. Perhaps you unwittingly came into contact with something in the past that bound you to a Summoning Magic Array. It's no major problem, though. If I trace it backward, I should be able to manifest that array."
Lynn looked utterly pained. "So someone stole my identity and registered it?!"
Sir Awen smiled and shook his head. "That's not quite how I'd put it..."
But he didn't dwell on the issue.
His body rose again, floating into the air like a ghost, and he closed his eyes.
"Wait patiently. I'll give it a try for you."
Once again, he recited obscure, incomprehensible incantations, and as he cast his spell, the dense darkness around them began to surge.
The Dark World was so mysterious that something like this was hardly a rare occurrence.
So he wasn't particularly surprised.
In a case like this, a little tracing would yield a ready-made Summoning Magic Array, sparing him the step of imprinting a new one.
And judging by this young man's strength, any array bound to him clearly wouldn't be a large one.
With that thought in mind, he acted.
He abruptly opened his eyes and thrust a hand toward Lynn.
Bzz-
Almost instantly, Lynn looked down and saw blood-red lines slowly emerging beneath