"Interesting..."
A single short word made Klein feel as though a roar had exploded beside his ears. That crystal-crafted monocle immediately brought a name to his mind—
Ammon!
The Blasphemer family!
The original, or a descendant?
Looking at that broad forehead, monocle, and gaunt face, Klein felt there was a strong chance it was the original.
"King of Angel!"
Klein's first reaction was to jump into the sea and flee, but in the next moment, his rationality reclaimed the high ground. He realized that even if he fled, it would be meaningless.
Don't panic. Right, perhaps this is like the one on The Little Sun—merely an avatar! So if I go Above the Gray Fog, can I use the previous method to destroy him?
No, I can't think like that. Perhaps his goal is to make me go Above the Gray Fog! Calm down! Right, the old man on Leonard also seems to be an Angel of the Thief Pathway. Angels of the same Pathway are mortal enemies. Perhaps Ammon came for him! Join forces with Leonard?
But going to Leonard now would be too conspicuous, and Leonard doesn't know this identity either. How can I prove that I'm really Klein? Even if he already knows I'm not dead, would he trust a Faceless?
Klein's mind raced wildly, while the middle-aged man in classical robes and an old-fashioned soft hat descended from the sky. Countless phantoms seemed to wander within his eyes, as though layer upon layer of chaotic worlds were hidden there.
As his gaze swept over the area, that malice receded. He stepped forward to the now-silent piano, gave a slight bow to the girl seated on the piano bench and preparing to rise, then extended his right hand and tapped his chest four times in the sequence