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"Your Highness, Angel of Fate."
Colin Iliad, the Chief whose hair and beard had already turned gray, found Uno walking alone in a corner of the City of Silver.
Uno stopped, but did not look up at him.
This solitary child had already displayed too many miraculous abilities and had witnessed the promises of two gods. He could walk wherever he pleased in the City of Silver. No one dared stop him, nor would anyone take the initiative to seek him out.
Even his young mother was gradually becoming unsure how to face the child she had given birth to.
The average height of the City of Silver's underage children was around 1.8 meters, but that had little to do with Uno, who was only a little over a year old and looked three or four at most. He was only 1.2 meters tall. Standing before Uno, Colin Iliad made the angel look like a tiny bean completely enveloped in a giant's shadow. The Chief also felt that looking down at him like this was somewhat impolite, so he dropped to one knee, finally standing only two heads taller than Uno.
"Your esteemed Highness, Angel of Fate."
Colin called out his honorific title again, his tone more devout. "I beseech you. I hope to receive your help."
Uno remained motionless, his eyes half closed, his gaze fixed on a crack in the ground.
The sounds of the City of Silver seemed far removed from this alley. Colin and Uno faced each other in silence, as though even the air had frozen.
Colin pressed his lips together slightly. As time passed, he increasingly felt cowed by the silent Angel of Fate's presence, yet he remained composed and calm, still the Chief whom the people of the City of Silver trusted