After leaving Backlund, Bernadette found a deserted corner and began reciting the Fool's honorific name, but received no response.
Having long obtained the relevant intelligence, she took out the Magic Wishing Lamp and quietly waited for a change.
Sure enough, not too long afterward, a patch of grayish-white mist suddenly appeared before her eyes. Then, the mist took on a golden hue, as if coated in a layer of sticky syrup.
Above the Gray Fog, within the ancient, mottled palace, beside the Fool's seat, the prayer light point belonging to Bernadette—which had already swollen to the size of a human head—was instantly occupied by a distorted, blurry pale-golden figure.
Its gaze passed through the light point, through the grayish-white mist, and looked toward the worm vortex that seemed about to destroy everything around it.
Its voice immediately echoed through Origin Castle, majestic and imposing:
"Loss of Control?"
Its mocking tone reverberated through the palace. But at that moment, above the already collapsed Fool's seat, a strange Gate of Light composed of countless spheres of light emerged.
It flickered in and out of sight, scattering radiance as it outlined a complex symbol in midair.
It was precisely the symbol behind the Fool's seat, composed of half a Pupil-less Eye and half Contorted Lines.
As it took shape, the strange light grew fainter and fainter. The next second, Klein's voice came from within that symbol—
"Genie, I want to make a deal with you."
The blurry, distorted pale-golden figure immediately burst into laughter:
"Haha, I told you that you would agree eventually!"
But then, as if asking casually, he said:
"Aren't you afraid I'll raise the price at the last minute?"
"This is only one of my preparations, but for you, it may be your only chance. Of course, you can