In the City of Silver, Derrick returned to the top of the Round Tower and saw Chief Colin Iliad once again.
"Chief, I've obtained the promise of a blessing," Derrick said frankly and directly.
Colin Iliad, whose hair had grayed and whose face bore old scars, breathed a sigh of relief and slowly nodded.
"That's good. That's good."
He rarely repeated himself, but he did so this time.
Before Derrick could reply, Colin the "Demon Hunter" left the window and said calmly:
"You should go back first. I'm going to begin preparing the advancement ritual."
Derrick looked at the Chief and said sincerely:
"You'll definitely succeed!"
After that, he didn't linger. He immediately left the Round Tower and returned home.
Meanwhile, after rearranging the ritual and placing the remains of the six powerful creatures he had hunted in their proper positions, Colin Iliad began concocting the Potion.
Once everything was complete, the Chief of the City of Silver closed his eyes, lowered his head, and chanted in Jotun:
"Fool that doesn't belong to this era, mysterious ruler above the Gray Fog, King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck..."
The next moment, Colin Iliad saw light.
Amid the holy and clear radiance, a sacred Angel with twelve pairs of illusory wings suddenly descended. As pure-white feathers fluttered down, layers of wings of light wrapped around the "Demon Hunter."
This was a blessing from Mr. Fool.
In the ruins within a certain hill in the Forsaken Land of the Gods.
After some thought above the "Gray Fog" and reporting to Sharron that he was safe, Klein had just returned to reality when he stared blankly and saw, in disbelief, a delicate and beautiful three-story villa appear behind Abner, completely out of place with its surroundings.
The villa came with