While Sno was plotting a coup, Klein controlled his marionette and met with Nast.
The marionette, barely two fingers thick, sat in its seat. Facing Nast, who stood over six feet tall and carried himself with imposing majesty, it showed no weakness whatsoever. After a brief verbal exchange, Nast seemed to confirm something and looked down at Klein as he said:
"My impression of Emperor Roselle is very simple:"
"No one was more suited to become the Black Emperor."
There was no explanation, and the words sounded somewhat abrupt, but Klein, who possessed the Black Emperor card, immediately understood what he meant.
Although The Great Emperor only resolved to leap onto the Black Emperor Pathway in his later years, before that, the articles he copied, the machines he designed, the industrial revolution he initiated, and the countless legends he left behind... it could be said that the name of that era was Roselle. Only the name Roselle could encompass that era.
All of this had, without anyone noticing, accumulated the requirements for the Black Emperor ritual. Even Solomon, the famed Black Emperor of history, had fallen far short of the order Roselle left behind.
Klein did not know how much of it was coincidence brought about by Roselle's plagiarism, and how much had been planned in advance. But as someone who already knew of the Sunset Shut-in Group, Klein had always been somewhat allergic to the word coincidence.
At that moment, he suddenly recalled Senior Perrdax's description of the Creator's son. He suspected that the continent's history in the Fifth Epoch had been a ritual that person prepared to become a god, and Roselle's appearance had disrupted his ritual. But if that was true, didn't it mean that The Writer was also a transmigrator? Yet there were only three Cocoons