Every time he called upon the heroic realm, it was inevitably that same character who appeared, eager and bounding like a child too restless to sit still. It seemed as though no other Heroic Spirit from the vast Hall of Valor cared to answer his calls, only this playful spirit who seemed more jester than hero.
Whenever he thought of this spirit, a wry thought crossed his mind: "Lance, save me." If Lance dared appear once more during tonight's summoning of Sophia, he vowed to give the mischievous spirit a swift punch as soon as he materialized within the spectral formation.
Beside him, the young dragon Lucia, nestled next to an ominous evil dragon, found the whole scenario rather absurd. It was one thing to summon undead minions from the depths of hell, but conjuring Heroic Spirits was something else entirely , how did he even meet such stringent summoning criteria?