Derrick seemed to see a towering, deathly figure standing beside Mr. Fool, flickering with a ghastly pallor that seemed capable of turning all things in the world ash-gray.
Behind Him were pairs of enormous wings—twelve pairs in all! A great angel!
Derrick recalled the relevant lessons. The colors flickering around this great angel resembled the radiance possessed only by powerful Undead—terrifying, capable of stripping away all joy. Could this be a great angel of the God of Death pathway?
Sure enough, angels served beside The Fool.
The towering angelic figure took a step forward and seemed to vanish into the void.
Derrick immediately found himself possessing knowledge of many Undead creatures' weaknesses, as well as Undead Magic.
There was also knowledge he could not comprehend, such as towering, secret pyramid-shaped tombs.
As he savored this knowledge, an image appeared in his mind.
Though the image was somewhat blurry, Derrick could still tell that the person within it was himself.
His gaze sharpened. What is that blurry figure wrapped around me? How did I fail to notice it? A black classical robe and a pointed hat, along with a crystal monocle! It's Amon—more precisely, one of Amon's avatars! Immediately afterward, a towering angelic figure radiating deathly aura pounced upon Amon's phantom. Amon's illusory figure rapidly lost its vitality, its flesh began to rot, and at last even its bones crumbled as though they were fragile, leaving nothing behind.
"That Amon wasn't dead! He evaded the attention of the Sealed Artifact beneath the Round Tower and the Chief, then parasitized my spirit body!" Derrick's eyes suddenly widened. "Mr. Fool discovered it and dealt with him!"
Only then did Derrick's suspended heart settle. "Praise You, great Mr. Fool!"
Then his throat began to feel a little uncomfortable. Drinking several mouthfuls of water did