The Bizarre

In World Calendar 668, a new Pirate King named Rochy appeared, ruling the pirates across the four seas.

And it was in that very year that the entire world fell beneath the shadow of an eerie darkness.

Ingsman.

The sky remained overcast, exuding an oppressive, chilling air.

"Truly... this weather is enough to make your heart skip a beat..."

Donald climbed down from the carriage and gazed up at the sky, lost in thought for a long while.

Pitter-patter.

Before long, a fine, steady drizzle began to fall, growing heavier by the moment.

Donald pressed his lips together, finally making a move. He opened a long-handled black rubber umbrella and slowly stepped into the rain.

He turned into an alley and walked a little farther before arriving at a huge wooden house.

The house was black, with a red roof that set it apart from the others nearby.

"Mr. Donald... I'm truly sorry, but I couldn't think of anyone else who could solve this problem..."

A middle-aged man with a red nose and wine-red curls stood in front of the house, nervously rubbing his hands together.

"As fellow believers, their troubles are my troubles. I had to come! What exactly happened, Lucius?"

Donald glanced at the man.

A year ago, he had already built the core of the church of the Lord of Dream Soldiers.

Those who joined first naturally became believers. The next rank up was the "Gobbi," who served as priests.

Above the Gobbi in each region were the Kshatriya, usually those in charge of a city, with a status similar to that of a Cardinal.

Donald himself was, of course, the Pope.

"The family living in this house are Pasi and his kin, believers from this district! Pasi is a paleontologist who specializes in marine life... but