With his increasingly alert spirituality, Klein immediately confirmed that Angel, cradled in the Mirror Person's arms, was not dead but deeply asleep. Yet the changes in her features and hair color made it clear that something had happened.
"What happened? Did something go wrong when she accommodated the Uniqueness?"
He asked cautiously.
"Let's talk outside."
The Mirror Person glanced at him and took the initiative to leave. Klein immediately followed, leaving this Special Mirror World deathly silent once more.
Back on the beach where they had encountered the Mother of the Sky, Klein pulled Angel's favorite armchair out of the Historical Void. He watched the Mirror Person settle her into it in her usual seated posture before asking again:
"Was it Cheek's lingering will? Why did she have to accommodate the Uniqueness now?"
The Mirror Person brushed aside the pale golden hair draped over Angel's forehead, its roots turning black. Looking at her peaceful, sleeping face, she said:
"Because she..."
She had barely begun when a man appeared beside them, clad in a pure white robe, holding a thick book against his chest with one hand and a golden lamp in the other.
He had golden hair and a golden beard, and his golden eyes were calm and clear. It was Adam, who had once captured Klein after the George III incident was resolved and handed him over to Amon.
When did he arrive? Or had he been waiting here all along?
Klein felt his scalp prickle. His real body was here, not a Historical Projection or a marionette, leaving him at his most vulnerable. And with Angel and the Mirror Person beside him, even leaving alone to return above the Gray Fog was an agonizing choice.
Yet the Mirror Person beside the armchair did not overreact. She simply looked