"Thump! Thump!"
After returning to the cabin with Darkwill, Klein tried hard to calm his violently pounding heart.
Though he still maintained Gehrman Sparrow's cold and grim persona on the surface, inwardly, he was panicking beyond measure.
Darkwill flopped his fat body onto the sofa and cast a disdainful glance at his owl, which had no idea what terrifying things had happened aboard this ship. Then, nervously, he directed a question at the Madness Adventurer, who likely knew some of the inside details. "Um, is it really all right? Why is this thing still playing dead?"
"It should be all right, shouldn't it?" Klein glanced at the Dice of Probability, which was still pretending to be dead. He was equally uneasy, but considering that only an Angel or an even stronger powerhouse could frighten a uniqueness, after thinking it over several times, he finally fixed his attention on the Old Man attached to Leonard.
"When I gave Leonard guidance from above the Gray Fog before, the Old Man on him had needed to receive the information through passive dreams. He probably couldn't detect the power I exerted on Leonard, or even if he detected it, he couldn't make a specific judgment. In that case, I could pull Leonard into the Gray Fog alone, or even let him join The Tarot Club..."
Klein muttered inwardly, but decided to wait and see. After all, they had just gone through a major incident. Given the Night Watchers' habits, if anything happened to Leonard, it would be easy for them to notice.
As a former Night Watcher, Klein understood the internal inspection procedures of the Night Watchers, and the Red Gloves were certainly stricter than ordinary Night Watchers.
I'll wait until the ship docks...
As Klein muttered to himself, he suddenly felt that something