The abrupt and excited old voice had just finished speaking when a robust figure, at some indistinct point, had already stood beside the wolf-shaped fountain, spreading out his arms.
The old voice immediately sounded again: "My son, come over quickly, let your Father King take a good look at you."
In disbelief, Leo Ray held the sword horizontally in front of his chest, focusing his mind as he gazed toward the owner of the old voice.
He saw the other person dressed in a simplistic silver armor, draped in a red velvet robe, with a face glowing with kindness and gentleness despite the old age.
Most strikingly, on top of his head was a golden crown engraved with the emblem of a wolf's head, shining with brilliant radiance.
Along with the prior sightings of the group, it was not hard to deduce that this sudden appearance of an old king was indeed the owner of this Ancient Castle of Darkness, you could even say the master of the entire lost ancient kingdom.
"Protect the Lord!"
