Magician

"That's the basic situation."

"Additionally, on an island, I saw ruins that seemed to have once been inhabited by ancient Balamese from the Southern Continent. Inside, I saw certain customs involving the worship of the Death God. I would like to learn more information related to the 'Death God' so as to enrich my mysticism knowledge and better complete the commissions and tasks you issue."

"Therefore, within the limits of your abilities, could you provide me with some information on this?"

After signing it "Duke," Sifa checked it over. Once he confirmed there were no problems, he took out a metal whistle and blew it.

A moment later, his spirituality was stirred, and he heard a knock at the door that did not sound entirely real.

"Please come in."

The exceedingly polite headless messenger passed through the door and entered the room, pressing a hand to its abdomen as it gave Sifa a slight bow.

Sifa handed it the envelope. "Please deliver this to Oswald."

The butler-like headless messenger accepted it. Unhurriedly, it first smoothed out the tiny creases on the envelope, then tucked it into its pocket before backing away and departing.

Once he had finished that, Sifa stretched lazily, intending to lie down and relax before attending the Tarot Club gathering at three.

When the hour hand of his pocket watch pointed to three in the afternoon, crimson surged from the void. A moment later, Sifa recovered from his hazy trance and once again arrived Above the Gray Fog, far above reality. He appeared once more within the ancient palace that resembled the Giant King's Court, seeing solemn ancient high-backed chairs, a mottled bronze table, and the indistinct figure at the head of the table, forever shrouded in gray fog.

Sifa noticed that "World" had arrived early. Klein