"One condition?" Emlyn echoed the mysterious man's words as he stared at him.
"Who are you?"
The bearded man smiled. He adjusted his glasses and said, "Yes, one condition."
"As for who I am, consider me a messenger, a blessed of my Lord."
Emlyn scoffed, "That certainly is interesting. But I'm not interested."
"Again, my faith will always lie with the Ancestor as a noble Sanguine."
The bearded man chuckled. "Heh. What if I told you that my Lord gave me a revelation that you will be a key in the upcoming Apocalypse as the messiah of the Sanguine?"
Emlyn's red eyes widened. He immediately knew what this meant!
In his head he said to himself, "Wait. If this guy's Lord gave him a revelation that I was the messiah, does that mean that his Lord and the Ancestor are allied?"
"After all, there's no other reason why he would suddenly come up to me and know about my status as the messiah. I mean, all I've done was take care of my dolls! Unless he's an expert in divination, there was no other way he would know…thus it's very likely that he got a revelation from an ally of the Ancestor!"
The bearded man continued after allowing Emlyn's thoughts to run wild.
"You should expect to see a 'revelation' from your Ancestor soon enough if you don't believe me. I can tell you the name of my Lord now, unless you choose to wait."
Emlyn crossed his legs as he put his hand on his chin. With a smug smile, he responded, "I'd rather wait for my Ancestor to give me a revelation. Even if I'm stuck inside here till then, it will all be worth it in the end!"
"After all, long periods of time are nothing for the Sanguine."
The bearded man smiled in kind. "That's expected of you, Mr. White."
Emlyn's eyebrows perked up with the mention of his name, but they immediately relaxed as he naturally understood that this man was able to find out such trivial things.
He then asked, "What's the condition, though? You never told me."
The bearded man adjusted his brown coat. "The condition is simple:"
"Chant the honorific name of my Lord."
Emlyn chuckled. "Hehe, okay."
"But like before, I will only do this until I get a revelation from my Ancestor that you are who you say you are. I don't trust any existence except for 'Her'."
The bearded man nodded. His lips curled up as he replied, "Fine by me."
And with that, he is figure gradually disappeared, leaving Emlyn alone in the basement of the cathedral.
As such, Emlyn laid back, feeling quite proud of himself.
…
In Bayam.
Derrick Berg sat on his living room chair, one that was so graciously provided by The Fool.
Actually, Derrick had received an entire new house. It wasn't the most luxurious, but it was clearly a lot more comfortable than his previous home—being fully modern and having all of the proper necessities for him and his family, such as two bedrooms, two baths, a living room, a dining room…
The house would probably come up to around 200-300 pounds in Backlund.
The Fool had done this for all of the Moon City and City of Silver residents, practically transforming the entirety of the settlements.
While Derrick was seated, he was reading The Fool's Bible that was now the most read book in all of the New City of Silver. However, unlike the Bible that was from the future, this Bible never mentioned any specific angels.
Instead, 'They' were treated as mysterious beings of The Fool, and should only be pried into unless 'He' allowed it.
Nonetheless, pretty much everything else was the same. The commandments hadn't changed, either.
As he read through the multiple scriptures and verses that detailed the adventures of a wonderful magician, he suddenly got inspired feeling as if he should also go on missions for The Fool who brought him and his people out of the forsaken land.
In doing so, he went into prayer, bowing his head and clasping his hands—towering over the table.
He chanted The Fool's honorific name, later saying, "I wish for you to increase my strength and bravery."
"I wish for you to help me become a shining beacon for my peers. I wish for you to allow me to do your will as much as I could."
Soon after those words exited Derrick's mouth, a grey fog suddenly emitted from the Bible.
It washed through, covering the entirety of Derrick's body in an instant.
Immediately, Derrick knew what this meant as his eyes widened, stepping back.. At the same time, he wasn't sure what to feel.
He felt happy, but also shocked and fearful. He didn't expect for The Fool to be so fast into answering his prayers. After all, he was only a teenage boy from the Forsaken Land…
As Derrick's body was washed by this grey fog, he felt as if he was being thrown upwards through an indecipherable, abstract realm. He felt as if he could've seen, felt, and heard everything all at once.
Despite this, he felt strangely calm and relaxed.
Through the grey fog, he saw seven colorful lights that appeared to rest above the entire world. They looked boundless, infinite, and conceptual.
Then instantly, he saw himself standing in a deep grey fog that covered a majestic, grand palace.
In front of him was a long mottled table that had many chairs. At the front of the table was a high back chair that looked as if it belonged to a king.
On it was a figure. 'He' had a hooded robe over his face concealed by gray mist. 'His' body—also covered—looked chaotic, as if many tentacles were squirming within.
At the same time, 'He' looked grand, omnipotent, and mysterious.
Derrick's heart dropped as he saw this sight. He immediately knew who this was.
It was The Fool!
Derrick promptly went down on his knees as he moved his head down, looking at the 'floor'. Of course, you may not look directly at God!
Then, he heard a deep but ancient voice resound through the fog.
"I heard your prayers, Derrick Berg."
Even though nothing physically happened, Derrick felt as if he had shrunk to the size of an ant.
He could've only responded, stumbling on his words, "Yes! I am so grateful ro have you respond to my prayers!"
"I hope I'm not inconveniencing you…"
The Fool only chuckled.
"You're not inconveniencing me. In fact, it is something that I've always planned to do."
Derrick's heart filled with excitement, but under The Fool's gaze, he contained it.
"Your will is my will."
Then, The Fool spoke again. "Okay, you can stand up. There is no need to prostrate yourself any longer."
Derrick's mouth widened, showing his surprise. Without objecting, he slowly stood up as he tried his best to not direct his gaze towards the figure on the highback chair.
The Fool didn't mind this as he continued, "On the table is a card. That card will reveal your position in the Tarot Gathering."
Derrick's eyes widened as he thought, "Tarot Gathering? That sounds quite important. Will I be a part of The Fool's blessed? 'His' meetings that are able to influence the world?"
Derrick then shook his head slightly, later thinking, "No, I can't have such thoughts yet. I need to be respectful…"
"Once you flip the card, your position will be revealed." The Fool said.
Hesitantly, Derrick slowly walked up to the table, being methodical as to not even have the figure at the beginning of the table enter his peripherals.
He fully approached the table. Then, he flipped the card over.
It revealed a certain Tarot Card, the Sun!
Derrick gazed at the card for a second, a little confused. But then, certain thoughts entered his mind:
"The Fool descended in the Forsaken Land like a sun! Does this mean that this card represents 'His' vision for me?"
Then, The Fool interrupted his thoughts as 'He' smiled, "Welcome to the Tarot Club, Mr. Sun."
"Every Monday at 3 PM Loen time we will have our gathering. I will remind you every time right before it happens."
Derrick couldn't help but exhale in joy. He could've only said, "Honorable Fool, this is worth as much as my life."
"And, Honorable Fool, what does this mean for my other fellow residents, my family and my friends?"
The Fool reassured Derrick. "This means that you will play a pivotal role in the Church."
"And especially with the previous guardians—Demon Hunter Colin, Elder Lovia and the like."
Derrick's chest tightened as he couldn't believe his ears. He could've only said, "Thank you, Honorable Fool."
"Your will is my will!"
The Fool Klein smiled softly as he said, "Alright, this meeting ends here."
…
In the City of Silver spire.
Elder Lovia held her head in pain as she leaned on the library walls, almost squirming as the light from the sun beamed through the windows.
In her head, countless, angry murmurs swarmed.
"Ah! No! We were already saved, why are you acting like this?" She said, as if she was talking to someone.
She pulled one of her hands down with great force, like she was trying to swat away a bee.
Then, she looked at her hand as she saw a strange symbol made out of blood.
"What? This isn't your will…?"
Immediately, Elder Lovia's hand wriggled with pain.
"Ah!" She screamed, her voices resounding throughout the room.