The Jackal's body looked very weak. The IMF hadn't abused him; this was all due to his long periods of irregular eating and sleeping.
His extreme faith in God had once made him ignore all worldly perceptions.
"Since you've summoned God, what is God's name?" the Jackal asked Anna while walking.
Anna felt disdainful in her heart. Such devout faith, yet he didn't even know God's name. "Futan, his name is Futan. This guy is currently tied up, and we need to rescue him."
"Oh, the great Futan God..." the Jackal quietly committed this name to memory.
"Where is that thing? How much longer?" Anna looked irritably at the large bats swooping overhead.
Although they wouldn't attack her due to their alliance, the more outsiders there were, the harder it would be for her to retreat.
"Not far, we're almost there. But, what do you need that thing for?" the Jackal asked, puzzled.
"Oh? Do you really want to know?"
