The crowd watched in astonishment, taking pictures and recording videos as if witnessing the arrival of a prince or a king.
Upon arriving at Azrael’s residence—a massive villa guarded by hundreds of A-rank guards and a few S-rank ones to protect his family in his absence—the guest’s identity was immediately verified.
After passing the security check without issue, they entered the villa and stopped in front of a door.
Dav: (exclaiming) Where the hell is that lunatic? He’s not planning to jump on me with a hug, is he?
[Lucian chuckled, then pointed the way to Azrael.]
Dav: (looking at Lucian) If you don’t mind, could you assign some bodyguards to Dante during his stay?
That way, he can enjoy this little vacation in peace, away from our business.
Lucian: (smiling) No problem, sir.
(Stopping in front of a door) Our lord is waiting for you inside. I will wait outside.
Good luck with whatever it is you came to ask him.
Dav: (nodding) I appreciate it.
[Opening the door, he saw Azrael standing by the window, sipping from a glass.]
Dav: (chuckling) It hasn’t been that long since we last met, yet you look really happy to see me.
Don’t tell me you need a favor more than I do? Ha ha.
Azrael: (laughing and standing up) That’s exactly why I like you so much! No need to say it out loud, AHAHAH!
(Walking over, he hugged Dav like a brother.)
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Let’s take care of your request first, then we’ll talk, okay?
Dav: (uncomfortable with the giant man’s embrace) Fine, fine! But now let me go!
[Azrael poured two drinks—one beer, one wine.]
Azrael: Let’s talk about the great mage. Later, I’ll introduce you to him so you’ll have some information beforehand.
(He sat down, his expression turning serious.)
His name is Solomon Whitmore. He’s an incredibly old mage, and no one knows his exact age or origins.
He has studied and created absurd spells over time, desperately searching for a way to live forever.
By appearance, he seems to be in his fifties, but in reality, he could be 300 or 350 years old—maybe even more.
I don’t know how he managed to live this long… maybe he found a way, or maybe there’s something else behind it. Who knows.
He doesn’t talk much about himself, but he’s incredibly powerful and wise.
Sometimes, he’s so eccentric that he ends up blowing things up or creating bizarre objects just to test new spells.
I think he wants to meet you too. After all, what better time than now?
Dav: (thinking) A centuries-old mage, huh?
(Looking at Azrael) Maybe he already found his fountain of youth… who knows.
Anyway, shall we go meet him?
Azrael: (annoyed) So impatient… I wanted to show you my beautiful weapons and my family…
(Dramatically) But if you don’t have time, I understand… I won’t judge you… I’ll understand… No need to change your mind just for me…
Dav: (with an irritated, deadpan expression) Alright, no need to get dramatic…
Azrael: (laughing) Thanks a lot, then! AHAHAH!
Name: Solomon Whitmore
Age: Over 300 years old (exact age unknown)
Nationality: American / ???
Title: The Most Powerful Mage in the World
Traits: Wise, eccentric, determined, benevolent
Solomon Whitmore is a living legend, universally recognized as the most powerful mage in the world.
A man of unknown but undeniably ancient age, he has accumulated centuries of experience, arcane knowledge, and power surpassing every other spellcaster of his era.
His wisdom is vast, and his mind is an endless archive of spells, forgotten secrets, and theories about the nature of existence.
Despite his immense wisdom, Solomon is known for his eccentricity—he alternates between moments of absolute clarity and unpredictable, bizarre actions that make him sometimes enigmatic, sometimes just plain strange.
Yet, behind his apparent madness lies a calculating and relentless mind, driven by a single obsession: finding a way to live forever.
His pursuit of immortality has led him to explore every form of magic, from the purest spells to the darkest arts.
However, despite his determination, fate has shown him that there are forces far beyond his understanding.
During the cataclysmic battle with Azrael, Solomon witnessed an event that shattered his beliefs:
Dav, with a mere wave of his hand, defeated Azrael with a single magic circle, and The Great One simply collapsed under the pressure of his magic.
For the first time in centuries, Solomon felt a deep sense of admiration and absolute respect.
Instead of envying Dav, he acknowledged his superiority and chose to observe him with keen interest, fascinated by what makes him so unique.
From that day on, he decided to support Dav in his goals—not as a servant, but as a scholar seeking to understand the true essence of power.
Despite his age and status, Solomon remains a good man—a true sage who, while desiring immortality, has never succumbed to absolute corruption.
He helps those who deserve it and intervenes when his wisdom is needed, always with his unpredictable personality and eccentric ways.