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Alice did not answer Klein's question.

If she really had to say it, she felt that the Lord of Storms might indeed already know, but... what could he do even if he knew? Come beat her up?

No, it seemed like he really could come beat her up. After all, in a sense, Klein already counted as his enemy...

While Alice was lost in wild thoughts, Klein had already appeared at the entrance to the Land Abandoned by God. Looking at the sealed entrance, he seemed stirred. He lowered his head and asked:

"Do you... feel anything?"

"Something is going to happen here," Alice replied. "What, are you going to save your lover, Mr. Fool?"

Klein's expression twisted for a moment. In a feeble voice, he stopped her. "Alice, you know perfectly well what that was about..."

Alice clicked her tongue. She indeed did not continue dwelling on the subject and said:

"Wait a while."

The surroundings fell silent. Neither of them spoke again as they watched the golden sea before them.

After an unknown amount of time, on a mountain peak in the Land Abandoned by God, a faint shadowy curtain emerged on the surface of the enormous Cross. It split open, and a man walked out.

He wore a simple white robe. His beard was golden, but only the roots of his hair held a faint golden hue; the rest was entirely black.

His eyes were deep and viscous black, like tiny whirlpools.

He raised a hand and adjusted the Monocle over his right eye. Only then did he grasp the silver Cross before his chest and say in a low voice:

"Without using the Dream Weaver as the foundation, there does seem to be some effect.

"However, it appears our helper has arrived."

His gaze turned in