The nearly three-meter-tall giant expressed regret, "The six-member council mandates that we can't discuss matters not mentioned in the Holy Bible. As a believer of Mr. Fool, you must be familiar with the sermons and official statements. I can't share anything beyond that, just as I can't claim to have personally seen the Angel of Redemption and received his assistance."
Attempting to tap Lumian on the shoulder, the "giant" found Lumian deftly dodging the gesture.
"How should I address you?" Lumian, feigning reverence, inquired, not fully convinced.
The "giant" responded, "Livalie.
"A toast to the newborn of the City of Silver!"
Lumian raised his massive beer glass, clinking it against the other party's. Then, he downed the remaining golden liquid.
Rubbing his bulging stomach, he gestured towards the washroom, indicating his need to relieve himself.