Klein had been unable to sleep before, but once he started thinking about it, sleep became even more impossible.
Not to mention his past acts of disrespect toward the gods; compared to what he was about to do next, those were nothing.
—You know, he was planning to steal something from beneath a church.
The Evernight Goddess's gaze was by no means good news for Klein at this moment. The main problem was that he did not know why the Evernight Goddess was watching him.
Because of Alice? Because he was a Transmigrator? Because of the thing on him that Alice called the Castle of Origin? Because of his experience of dying and returning to life? Or rather...
It seemed that these matters were not isolated. They were connected to one another, and the reason he was being watched was precisely the part that tied them all together.
Klein's thoughts stirred, and he could not help but consider his next move.
His original plan had been to enter beneath the church and steal that notebook, but upon suddenly learning that the Goddess's gaze was upon him, he inevitably hesitated over such blasphemy.
But he quickly recalled Alice's words—if the Red Moon Alice spoke of referred to the Goddess, then she had clearly meant for him to seek the Goddess's help.
In other words, the Goddess was very likely tacitly allowing this?
That makes sense... Whatever the reason, the Goddess must have noticed me long ago. If she didn't allow it, I probably wouldn't still be here...
Thinking of this, Klein sighed and lay back down on the bed.
...He might as well sleep a little more before dawn.
Wednesday morning, at a manor in the outskirts of Backlund.
After breakfast, a maid retrieved a newspaper from the mailbox outside