After Lumian recited Amon's current honorific name, a light full of redemptive power emerged from the void, from the River of Fate, condensing into the form of Amon, wearing a pointed soft hat and a monocle.
Amon glanced left and right before smiling and saying, "So, have you concluded your negotiations? Or would this be settled with a duel?
"You Hunters really have patience. This matter, which should've been discussed last September, dragged on until now."
As He spoke, Amon lightly clapped His hands in mock applause for the patience of the two Hunters.
Red Angel Medici sneered, "You've changed pathways, yet you're still cawing like a raven.
"Let's begin; don't waste any more time."