Just as Sno had expected, Klein fell into intense conflict the moment he heard Sno's proposed method. If not for the Clown's assistance, his face would probably have twisted beyond recognition.
But in the end, Klein was a qualified Seer. After everything he had experienced, he understood that he could not cling to luck. After mentally preparing himself, he finally gritted his teeth and accepted the second option—but not today.
Though some things were bound to grow more troublesome with time, there were still two days until the next Tarot Club gathering. He restrained himself, because no one knew whether this adventure would succeed. Even if it did, whether he could survive afterward and how long resurrection would take were still open questions.
Announcing a suspension of the Tarot Club at this point would seem rather undignified. It would be better to issue the order directly after this gathering, making it seem as though Mr. Fool had "everything under control."
Fine, Klein admitted that this might be a little self-deception. But even if it was only a little, he still wanted to maintain the Fool's persona.
Watching Klein teleport himself home, Sno stretched hard, returned to his room, prayed to Mr. Fool, and used meditation techniques to help himself sleep.
Normally, with the aid of meditation, he could enter deep sleep in just a few seconds. This time, however, a full minute passed without the slightest hint of drowsiness.
Realizing that something was wrong, Sno grabbed the clothes by his bed and put them back on. As he prepared to teleport, he said:
"Come out."
As soon as the words left his mouth, vines suddenly descended. Sno sighed helplessly. Though his current strength was enough to break free from this kind of mystical magic, he gave up resisting and allowed