The dusk was dim, and the setting sun was as red as blood.
To the ordinary people of the North Continent, this was an utterly commonplace sight. Yet in Derrick's eyes, it was so breathtaking.
Although he had long since learned what the outside world looked like through the "Projector," an image was ultimately just an image. It could not possibly compare with the scenery he was seeing with his own eyes now.
He stood there for quite some time. Only after the sky darkened and the countless lights in Beldan City came alive did Derrick reluctantly withdraw his gaze. Somewhat embarrassed, he said, "Mr. 'The Tower,' sorry for the wait..."
"Here, just call me Abner or Mr. Brain." Abner corrected his form of address, then smiled. "Dinner is ready. Since you rarely get the chance to visit, you must have a good taste of the food here."
"Dinner? Don't we need to hold the ritual first?" Derrick asked hesitantly.
"There's no need to hurry. After dinner, I'll arrange for someone to show you around my territory. You can also buy some souvenirs to prove to your Chief that this world really exists.
"Also, tomorrow I'll take you to Backlund. Miss 'Justice' is looking forward to meeting you as well." As Abner spoke, he Teleported Derrick into the sitting room of his residence. He then rang a bell and summoned the head maid, "Nightingale," instructing her, "This gentleman is an important guest of mine. Arrange for a few maids to take him to wash up and change his clothes."
Little "Sun" was wearing clothes made from Monster hide. Though they were sturdy, durable, and highly resilient, making them very convenient for battle, their style was completely out of place with Loen. Moreover, since they were made from something that had