The Tarot Club ended amid a faint gloom. Back in reality, Klein still heard Mr. Devil's final words echoing in his mind—
"Beacon of War has already arrived in Loen. Even the Gods are prepared to slaughter each other. Several Angels intend to use this war to advance further. Unless one possesses the power to fight three true Gods at once, this war cannot possibly be stopped."
"Benson, Melissa..." Klein's gaze turned toward Phelps Street. After some thought, he abandoned the idea of persuading Benson and Melissa to move.
If war truly broke out, the capital should be safer than small towns. Besides, he was here. Should anything happen, he could act at any time.
However, considering Mr. Devil's previous warning, he did not dare arrange marionettes around Benson and Melissa, fearing that it would draw the attention of hostile powerhouses.
"I have to finish acting as soon as possible and put obtaining the Scholar of Yore potion on the agenda!"
Klein took a deep breath, calming the worries in his heart before focusing on scaring people...
Meanwhile, after returning to reality, Sno quietly concealed himself and arrived at a warehouse in Backlund's docks district. A young, handsome man with a full head of red hair was already waiting there.
"You came earlier than I expected." Sno casually found himself a seat, deliberately exposing Heavenly Punishment. Seeing that Holy Relic, which had changed slightly from before, Medici, who had been about to start cursing, immediately shut his mouth. After glaring viciously at Sno, he casually tossed over a package and said in a somewhat stifled tone:
"It's not like I could really wait for those idiots to 'summon' me."
Sno caught the package, opened it, and glanced inside. He then gave Medici an expression that said do whatever you