After discovering that Mother Tree of Desire's target was himself, Klein's thoughts immediately became much clearer.
The other side's design had been flawless, and because every executor believed they were targeting Emilius, my solid Faceless acting had not revealed a single flaw. Instead, it had become my own shackle; even divination failed to uncover the problem... As he reflected on the past few days, a chill ran down his back beneath the general's formal uniform.
Before accepting this commission, Klein had, as usual, performed a divination above the interference-free Gray Fog. The result had been that impersonating Emilius would not endanger him, so he had gladly come to earn the 1,000-pound reward.
Was the Gray Fog interfered with, and in a way I failed to notice? Or did becoming a minion of Mother Tree of Desire not count as "danger"?
Most importantly, had Angel and he really resolved this matter so easily, without suffering any harm?
Of course, part of the reason was that I was no longer as naive as when I first came to this world. I hadn't fallen for Cynthia's temptation, and had even ignored her in the dreams brought about by the influence of desire...
And Angel's swift arrival, along with the Anne's Blood in her hand, had turned this contamination plot devised by Mother Tree of Desire into a joke.
Judging backward from the outcome, the divination result above the Gray Fog—that it "would not cause danger"—had indeed been correct. Aside from the minor wound on my shoulder and failing to retain the precious Ninth Law Charm, I had suffered no losses at all. I had even deepened my experience in acting as a Faceless...
If some force had interfered, then... had Angel and I been "arranged" by someone again?
His mind gradually filled with