572 The Hero's Father

The young hero's father simply scoffed upon seeing Eiro's armor, instead of being surprised like the demon expected, "You think that would impress me? I have travelled through the continent, and I've seen stage actors change their appearance in a more impressive way than that. Not to mention that this ridiculous armor is not a good fit for you. White with a golden shimmer? What do you think you are, a holy paladin?"

"Hm, true, these colors are quite similar to that of holy energy..." Eiro muttered, looking down at his armor, "But actually, this armor was made with the scales of a Dragon of Truth."

"And you expect me to believe that?" 

"I expected nothing in particular, truthfully. But it is true that I did not expect you to be so critical of everything I say or do."

"Oh, are you sad about that? I'm sorry, I thought I was talking to a man."