Clock-Ringing Angel Amon

Derrick was somewhat ill at ease. Although he often saw Justice and the others at the Tarot Club, they were separated by a layer of Gray Fog, and he could only vaguely make out their clothing.

Donna, neatly dressed, rosy-lipped and fair-toothed, carrying a faint fragrance, stood right before him.

The people Derrick had dealt with before were the "Divine Envoy" Danitz and workers from all walks of life. This was the first time he had seen a beautiful young woman in the outside world.

Seeing that no one answered, Donna asked again, "May I ask which one of you is Mr. Derrick?"

Hobart had told her that Mr. Derrick understood Ruen Language.

"I am." Derrick cleared his throat. "Thank you for the things Mr. Hobart sent. Um, we... we have some Extraordinary Characteristics that we can..."

Donna interrupted him with a smile. "The Grand Duke specifically instructed that these are gifts for you, free of charge."

She examined the sunny-looking young man before her, who was two heads taller than she was. Is this the Giant bloodline Hobart mentioned? He looks like he's still growing, yet he's already much taller than Tyrone, the tallest among the three of us.

"Thank you." Derrick thanked her again, then remembered to explain to Chief Colin in Giant language, "She is a Blessed of the 'Creator'... um, the angel who opened the door to the outside world for us.

"She sent people to bring us food and daily necessities. Um, the 'Creator' and Mr. Fool are allies. We are currently in the nation where the 'Creator' resides, and the Fool Church is the main faith here."

Recently, everyone Derrick had encountered had belonged to the Fool Church, so he had assumed that the Fool Church was this country's state religion.

Colin nodded, telling