Fuegoleon Vermillion is a noble Magic Knight, best known as the captain of the Crimson Lion Kings. He is brave, charismatic, protective, intelligent, deeply loyal, and dedicated. He was the perfect image of a Magic Knight, someone many looked up to.

As the captain of the Crimson Lion Kings, Fuegoleon was constantly busy with work. He was either conjuring up plans, working on evaluations and filling in reports, or completing given tasks and missions, all while standing tall and strong.

Fuegoleon didn’t have much free time to himself, and because of this, he often entered long periods of being in a constant state of exhaustion. While he tried not to show it on his face, his shoulders slacked, his walking was a bit slow, his writing a bit slanted, his slow blinks, and his hands were a bit clumsy.

Fuegoleon was tired. He needed to sleep, to rest, to close those determined eyes of his. And yet, he forced himself awake. Even through the middle of the knight, with a small lit candle-lamp illuminating his desk, he worked tirelessly in his office silently.

When a sudden knock broke Fuegoleon out of his already strained focus, he sighed in frustration. He kept his voice from showing anything, though. He couldn’t. He had to keep composed, to be strong, so he spoke calmly.

“Come in.”