After leaving Sno's house, Klein looked at the excited Emlyn, his expression slightly strange.
Emlyn glanced at the Great Detective who had rescued him from Harvest Church, raised an eyebrow, and said in a faintly mocking tone:
"What? Curious why I signed the contract so easily?"
"You're nothing like Mr. Sno when you imitate him." Klein rolled his eyes at Emlyn's mocking tone, but still nodded.
"You said it yourself, he's a demigod-level powerhouse. Do I have any reason to refuse?" Emlyn looked at Klein as if asking how he could fail to understand something so obvious. Klein merely grinned, then frantically complained inwardly:
I had Spirit Vision on just now! There wasn't even a trace of rational blue on you! Those dolls have completely blinded you! You're just making excuses for your earlier irrationality! You want me to think you're not that stupid!
Of course, Klein had no doubt that saying such things aloud would make this Vampire, who still owed him carriage fare, fly into a rage from embarrassment. So he chose to change the subject:
"Aren't you worried there might be something wrong with the dolls?"
"Please, it's only a demigod. Our Sanguine aren't lacking in those!" Emlyn raised his head and struck a proud pose, wearing an expression much like the "I'm totally awesome" meme Klein had seen before transmigrating:
"At the next gathering, I can have an elder of the clan appraise them under the pretext of checking whether the dolls are cursed. That way, I can bring them along reasonably enough. If there really is a problem with them, then he violated the contract first, and Dorothy will belong to me! Oh, right, before that, I need to collect my reward! Hmm, what should I call her? Alice? Zelda? Loramia? Hmm, they're all too