The end and the aftermath

Angel had barely emerged from the mirror in Klein's bedroom when she saw the Word of the Sea cane, inlaid with silvery-white metal, swing hard at Leonard's head.

Smack.

It struck not Leonard's head with its tousled black hair, but the hand he had raised to protect that vital spot. The member of the Red Gloves angrily grabbed the Mystical Item he had bought for ten thousand pounds, suppressing its resistance as he whispered:

"Old Man, hurry up and calm it down!"

A moment later, he tilted his head to listen to something, then looked disappointed. His gaze fell on Angel, whose figure was taking shape beside the mirror, and he gave an awkward smile.

"That elderly gentleman is checking whether all of Amon's avatars in Backlund have actually been eliminated."

Klein, dressed formally and wearing Dwayne Dantès's appearance, explained from beside him. One of his marionettes, the Winner Enyouni, stood in attendance with a monocle over his right eye, making Angel's heart skip a beat.

Fortunately, a closer look revealed that it was merely an ordinary lens, not one polished from crystal. She breathed a sigh of relief, then realized something and turned to Klein.

"Your marionettes were 'stolen' by Amon too? What about the Hell Admiral?"

"He's still feeding pigeons in the square outside Saint Samuel Cathedral." Klein smiled helplessly and looked northward, toward the largest Church of Night in the North Borough and all of Backlund. "As planned, I sent him to stand by at the cathedral so he could report the situation if necessary, or serve as a location I could switch to. But Amon's avatar stole him on the way. Like the Winner, he became Amon's marionette. Fortunately, after that person's Reboot reversed the state of Amon's avatars, ownership of the marionettes also reverted to