"That scene felt oddly familiar—the Madness Ring's negative effects piling up, a gravely wounded Pleasure Demoness... Hmm, at least there's no misunderstanding about their identities this time. And perhaps this is also an excellent opportunity for Shermane to digest her potion."
Within the Mirror Tunnel, Angel's figure flickered in and out of view as she drifted toward the East Borough, lost in thought.
She promptly recalled her misunderstanding with "Sherlock Moriarty," her reunion with "Klein Moretti," and the passion of that night.
In a daze, she arrived at an apartment in the East Borough and returned to the Physical World through a mirror.
Klein, still dressed as the Mad Adventurer, was waiting there with his newly acquired marionette, Saint Tenebrous Kisma. Down on the street were several rats Klein had temporarily converted to provide camouflage, deceive the enemy, and relay his ability to control Spirit Body Threads. Their mission complete, they scurried into trash cans or sewers and died in corners no one knew about.
Only after finishing all this did Klein turn his attention back to himself. He looked at Angel and asked with a smile:
"How did things turn out on Leonard's end?"
"The Red Gloves shouldn't be in any danger of dying, and Shermane has woken up too. The biggest problem will probably be explaining all this to the Church, but with Pallez's help, I think Leonard should be able to come up with a reasonable explanation."
Angel settled into the armchair specially prepared for her and crossed her legs. Looking languidly at Saint Tenebrous, who stood nearby with an indifferent expression, she asked curiously:
"What souls did he graze? Any that interest you?"
Klein glanced at his marionette and had him speak for himself, answering in a low, hoarse voice:
"A Shaman King of the Moon