Although Klein's plan was detailed and feasible, advancing to the next sequence merely a month after consuming a potion was far too terrifying. Under Angel's persuasion, he decided to wait until the end of August—about two months after taking the Seer potion—to submit a special application.
With this genius leading the charge, Angel felt that she could submit her application right behind him.
Unfortunately, the role-playing of the Instigator was currently at a bottleneck. She already felt that a small portion of the potion within her had been digested, but ultimately she still had to wait for the Wild Bear Gang and the Labor Mutual Aid Society to enter the trap she had pre-arranged, harm each other under her instigation, and finally be arrested together by the police.
Another fine and sunny weekend afternoon, Angel sat in the entertainment room of Blackthorn Security Company, yawning as she flipped through the previous day's newspaper.
Her sleep quality had plummeted straight down these past few days. She always seemed to recall the two instances of using the Magician Pocket Watch in her dreams. Naturally, this wasn't the pleasant experience of gaining the Magician's Beyonder ability for those ten minutes, but rather the miserable, see-no-light experience of the twelve hours that followed.
In the dream, the two-story house at 6 Daffodil Street where Angel lived was brightly lit as if it were daytime, while she herself curled up in a corner of the basement, avoiding the ubiquitous light sources.
These gas lamps would even float in the air, chasing her like ghosts and preventing her from hiding in the same place for long. She could only hide here and there, running around in exhaustion.
This caused her to be jolted awake from nightmares almost every night, heading downstairs to make sure all