Later that day, Angel met the "real" Klein in the palace above the Gray Fog.
She called him real because the blank-faced Klein who had previously sat in the Fool's high-backed chair, his body hidden in the Gray Fog, had actually been some worms of spirit in disguise. He could respond to simple prayers from believers, blessed ones, and Tarot Club members, such as bestowing blessings, providing protection, or raining down divine punishment on some strange creature wearing a monocle over its right eye, but he had no conversational skills.
After responding to Angel's secret signal and pulling her above the Gray Fog, this "Klein" had merely smiled sheepishly at her and kept repeating, "Please come back later." Angel had felt she was being toyed with and suspected Klein had prepared this especially for her. After all, no one else could possibly have the privilege of being pulled directly above the Gray Fog by worms of spirit to face a fake Fool.
Just as she lay across the long bronze table, half her body already in front of the Fool, ready to yank his face off, the expression of this endlessly repeating puppet suddenly came to life.
Then his face was pinched, distorting all his features. Wriggling, transparent worms of spirit fell from the spot Angel had grabbed and crawled all over the table.
"Ow, ow, ow—"
Klein cried out as though waking from a dream, yet the Gray Fog around him, which should have protected the Source Castle Master, remained deathly still and showed no reaction.
Realizing that even Klein's pain was an act, Angel lowered her hand in disappointment, climbed back into the Empress's high-backed chair, and said with her mouth twisted to one side:
"All right, I'm not angry anymore."
In a flash, the worms of spirit