46: Osiris

The man before Azekiel turned around, surprising him. The man... He was none other than the person depicted in the status. 

He was still wearing that beautiful Armor that complimented his beautiful golden eyes. The only difference was that the man wasn't holding any sword this time. Instead, there was only one book in his hand here. 

"King Osiris?" Azekiel let out. 

"You know me?" The middle-aged man smiled in response. 

"I know someone who knows you," Azekiel responded. Even though he knew that he shouldn't tell the man that he knew the Witch of Famine, but he also didn't feel like he could lie here for some reason. He didn't know what it was about this man, but only the truth came out of his mouth. 

"Oh?" The man tilted his head in confusion. "Who might that be?"

"The Witch of Famine, Lia," Azekiel explained. "I know she did wrong by bringing Famine into your Empire."