The City of Silver.
At Derrick Berg's home, the gray fog before his eyes had only just dispersed when a knock sounded at the door:
"Knock, knock, knock."
Derrick could not help feeling surprised. Ever since his parents had passed away, he had kept to himself and rarely interacted with others. It was not time to head out of the city on an expedition, either. Who would come looking for him?
Could the Chief's research have produced results?
"Coming."
He hurried over and opened the door, but the person standing there was someone he had not expected at all: Elder Lovia Tiffany, a member of the City of Silver's Council of Six.
She was a woman in a black robe with purple patterns, with striking, dignified beauty. Yet ever since joining the Tarot Club, Derrick had always felt a strange discomfort whenever he saw her.
"Elder Lovia, what brings you here?"
Lovia entered Derrick's home. Her gaze swept quickly over the simply furnished room before settling on his somewhat youthful face. "Last time, you said you obtained that Hand of Glory after killing a monster?"
"That's right."
Derrick's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly nodded. "What is it, Elder Lovia?"
She shook her head and smiled. "Nothing. The Chief's research into the Hand of Glory has yielded preliminary results. Now, anyone holding the Hand of Glory will be surrounded by light and can avoid attacks from monsters."
Derrick immediately said joyfully, "That's wonderful!"
"Derrick, you've rendered a great service!"
He immediately grew a little embarrassed. "I... haven't, really."
"Later, the Chief should give you a reward. As for why I came today, I wanted to reward you personally." Her tone was gentle, like that of an elder. "What would you like?"
"Ah, I don't really need anything..."
"I heard