Klein's Misunderstanding

After taking a detour to escort Audrey back to the Loen Charity Student Aid Fund's office through the Mirror Tunnel, Angel returned to Klein's bedroom.

The battle with Amon's Avatar and the "cleanup" had taken quite some time. By now, the sun was sinking in the west, and its increasingly orange light spilled through the balcony into the spacious room, illuminating two busy figures.

Angel stepped out of the mirror and looked closer, only then realizing that Winner Enyouni and Hell Admiral Raphael, who had already returned from Church Square, were meticulously cleaning the already spotless room, one with a rag and the other with a duster.

Their master, Klein, sat leaning back on the sofa, watching the bustling marionettes with an indifferent gaze, as though he were an uninvolved outsider.

You're the one controlling everything they do... Angel watched wordlessly until Klein turned toward her, gave a light cough, and asked inquisitively:

"Finished over there? Where's Miss Justice?"

Why does he seem a little unhappy? Is it because I didn't take him along to deal with the danger lurking in the parasitized people on Douton Street?

Angel pondered this, then nodded and said:

"I took her back to Phelps Street. She used up most of her stamina, so she'll rest there for a while, change out of her sweat-soaked dress, and wash up before going home."

Huh? What stamina? What sweat-soaked dress? What washing up?

Klein's brows visibly furrowed. Even Hell Admiral, who had been waving his duster over the top of a wall-mounted mirror frame, turned his vacant eyes toward her, expressing his master's feelings.

"What's wrong? She's only Sequence 6, not a demigod like you. She was very cooperative throughout, and I helped her with some Mirror Magic, but it was still physically exhausting..."

Angel tilted her