"Ding-ding..." The doorbell rang slowly. Sno, who had been teasing the cat, gave Lily a look. She immediately jumped out of his arms and ran all the way to the entryway.
Sno, meanwhile, unhurriedly straightened his clothes before slowly making his way to the living room. Before long, he saw Lily cheerfully leading Klein inside.
Well, she no longer disliked him—
Ever since Klein had spent a thousand pounds on those sun earrings, Lily had stopped disliking him. A thousand pounds—that was a whole lot of dried fish!
However, Klein himself seemed not to have realized why the cat's attitude toward him had improved. He walked into the living room, looking rather solemnly at Sno as he said:
"Mr. Devil, there are some things I want to ask you."
Hearing the rare hint of forcefulness in Klein's tone, Sno froze slightly before smiling.
"As Mr. World, or as Sherlock Moriarty?"
"As a Fool's Follower." Klein forcibly maintained a serious expression. He was not good at this sort of pretense, but fortunately, the Clown Potion made up for his shortcomings.
That was also why he had come to see Sno despite being ill, even though tomorrow was the Tarot Club gathering and he still had to attend a "blind date dinner" that evening.
At the Tarot Club, with Mr. Fool present, he, as a follower, was instead unsuitable to ask. He had to limit the matter to "a follower's personal actions" in order to avoid the possible question of, "Why doesn't Mr. Fool know?"
"Oh?" Sno gently pinched the bridge of his nose, and his expression became steadier along with the motion. He stood up and quietly looked at Klein, as though waiting for the "Oracle's" "lecture."
Seeing Mr. Devil looking like that, Klein felt somewhat embarrassed for a moment. Still,