"Black Emperor? I'm not quite sure what you mean." Klein shook his head, though a hint of vigilance rose in his heart.
If he admitted it, he would face a problem—why had the Black Emperor left behind Emperor and Judgment, rather than World?
Though it might not seem like a big deal, it would inevitably give people the strange impression that Mr. Fool's Blessed was playing several roles by himself. At the same time, Sherlock's disguise would grow thinner and thinner.
Yet just as he denied it, he heard words from Mr. Devil that sent his blood pressure soaring—
"I see. Then forget it. I was originally thinking that if you were the Black Emperor, I'd give you a share of the wealth confiscated from Kapin Mansion."
Can't admit it! I can't admit it! Klein forcefully restrained the urge to speak. Though he knew it was a huge sum of money, admitting it after already denying it would undoubtedly damage the image of Mr. Fool's Blessed. Nor could he claim it through Mr. Fool, because Mr. Fool would not care about such "small money." And since the Black Emperor, as a powerful Beyonder, had not taken it away at the time, there was naturally no reason for him to ask for it afterward.
He could not even suggest that Mr. Fool transfer it on his behalf. That would inevitably make it seem as if a Blessed was privately demanding offerings from believers.
Sno crushed the caviar in his mouth one grain at a time, savoring the salty freshness bursting between his lips and teeth as the corners of his mouth rose slightly.
Yes, he was corrupting Klein.
If Klein abandoned his disguise and admitted that he was the Black Emperor, it would mean he had been corrupted by money, and