Chapter 186: Confidence May Be a Flaw

Chapter 186: Confidence May Be a Flaw

Above the gray fog, inside the palace supported by stone pillars.

The Sun Derrick quickly reported what he had experienced to Mr. Fool.

The Dark Angel Sasrir… The names and titles of these Kings of Angels seem to have been buried by the river of history, almost no longer known to anyone. If Little Sun and the others had not discovered them in the Forsaken Land of the Gods, if I had not directly encountered the ancient evil spirit suspected to be the Red Angel himself, I would not know even a single King of Angels. At most, I would have heard of the Amon family, but not reached deeper to the Blasphemer… Where is this Dark Angel now? Is He still alive? Is He still one of the uppermost members of Rose Redemption? Klein sighed with emotion.

Afraid that Little Sun would start asking all kinds of questions about the matter and leave him unable to answer, Klein instantly stopped thinking. Leaning leisurely against the back of his chair, he said, “Your predicament has already been resolved. Your companions are about to find you.”

As he spoke, he gave Little Sun no chance to chatter and directly cut off the connection.

As for how Little Sun should explain his anomaly if someone discovered it, Klein did not consider it worth reminding him to invent an excuse.

Was there anything abnormal about strangely reappearing after strangely disappearing, accompanied by all kinds of strange circumstances?

At that moment, Derrick was very grateful that Mr. Fool had not asked him anything further. He feared that after separating from that different Afternoon Town, his body would be exposed to deadly darkness or watched by hidden monsters. Therefore, he urgently hoped to grasp his current physical situation as quickly as possible so that he could make the most effective response. Of course, if Mr. Fool had truly asked questions, he would still have described the situation seriously and patiently.

His consciousness returned to his body, and Derrick’s senses of his surroundings swiftly recovered.

He opened his eyes and saw before him a candle almost burned to its base. Its wick supported a small flame swaying in the wind.

Immediately afterward, he discovered that the Chief had appeared at his side at some unknown point. The towering Heinm and Joshua, who wore the red glove, stood two steps behind with guarded expressions.

How long have they been watching me like this… Although Derrick had already prepared his excuse above the gray fog, he still felt a little guilty and nervous.

Colin’s face, marked by deep nasolabial folds, showed no expression. Looking at Derrick Berg, he asked in his usual voice, “What did you encounter just now?”

Derrick did not answer at once. Doing so would make it look as though he had prepared his statement in advance. Following the small technique taught to him by The Hanged Man, he deliberately paused for a few seconds before describing intermittently, as if recalling while speaking.

“After entering this basement, I saw the altar—at least, I suspected it was an altar. I tried to identify the remaining words and symbols on it and recognized three names. One of them was the Angel of Fate, Ouroboros… At that moment, the lantern light went out all at once. When I turned back to look, Heinm and Joshua had vanished too. I created a light source and went out of the basement to check, and discovered that outside was also—also Afternoon Town, except many houses still had candles lit inside, like—like humans still lived there.

“I did not dare leave this house. I returned to the basement and tried repeating what I had done before. Uh, Chief, in that Afternoon Town, the words on the altar were complete. There were three languages in total: Jotun, Dragonish, and another I did not recognize. But the first two both expressed the same meaning: the titles and names of three angels, and ‘Rose Redemption’…

“Later, I discovered I had returned here.”

Everything he said was true, and even…