This Paladin Knight Commander, who left home at a young age and spent most of his life growing up in the Mist Monastery, doesn't understand what it means to read between the lines.
It's not that he doesn't understand at all, but when facing Ophidia, the Rusted Nail Bishop didn't even think in that direction.
In his impression, Ophidia never lies, nor does she beat around the bush.
So, he responded respectfully according to the usual way of communication.
"I forgot to tell him to come to the Knight Order at noon tomorrow; any other time will have certain effects."
"You know, that battle armor is alive, it will choose its owner by itself, I need to communicate with it first, or else I'm afraid some accidents may happen..."
The Rusted Nail Bishop was about to explain in detail when Ophidia, feeling a headache coming on, waved her hand to interrupt his long speech.
"...Alright, I understand, you don't need to explain anymore."
Shut up, stop talking.
