A Father

Mag didn't even turn around as he responded, "My apologies, our restaurant is already closed. If you would like a spicy grilled fish, please come back for our lunch service tomorrow."

There were many customers who tried to come in even after closing time every day, and he was already used to turning them away.

However, the man refused to give up, and continued, "I'm Michael."

Mag faltered upon hearing that, and he finally turned around as he replied, "I'm Mag."

The man standing before him was very tall and broad. He wore a set of black golden robes, with a black long-sword hanging from his waist. He appeared to be about 40 years of age, and evidently kept himself very fit. His eyes shimmered with the sharpness of a brave knight, but also the wisdom of a brilliant tactician, and he gave off an unfathomable air.