"Why didn't he set up a Wall of Spirituality? Was it because I was right next door, so he felt too at ease?"
Before openly admitting that he was "The World," every Tarot Club gathering, Klein would find some excuse to slip into the washroom or lock himself in the bedroom. Back then, he would usually use a Wall of Spirituality to isolate himself from the outside world and avoid being disturbed.
But after they revealed their identities to each other, Klein rarely did that anymore. Though the two still waited separately for Mr. Fool's summons, they merely stayed in different bedrooms, or one remained in the living room while the other stayed in the bedroom.
And now he did not even use a Wall of Spirituality?
Angel gave a soft laugh, stepped forward, and lightly poked Klein in the waist. She found that he did not react at all, and some invisible force seemed to be protecting his body, keeping him from falling over.
"Looks like this is protection bestowed by Mr. Fool..."
After some thought, Angel gave up on trying to move Klein onto the bed. Doing so might disrupt Mr. Fool's summoning ritual or even harm Klein.
Still, perhaps she could draw something on his face, like a cat. That would remind him to use a Wall of Spirituality to protect himself next time... Just as the thought surfaced, Angel suddenly realized that Klein's current posture looked somewhat familiar.
"I should have seen this before... a long time ago, not long after I first met him..."
Angel's eyes gradually widened. Her thoughts churned wildly until she finally unearthed a piece of information from the corner of her mind, one she had nearly forgotten.
In Tingen City's Docklands, when the Nighthawks team had used Sealed Artifact 2-049 to