To wait for news, Klein had barely slept all night. Just as he finally could not hold on any longer and fell asleep, he suddenly heard layers upon layers of prayers.
Though he desperately wanted to sleep a little longer, he still endured the discomfort radiating from his swollen head and leaped out of bed. He took four steps counterclockwise to arrive Above the Gray Fog, where he saw Mr. Devil's Crimson Star continuously contracting and expanding...
"What the hell, it's actually Mr. Devil..." Klein shook his head weakly and reached out to touch the star. Immediately, he heard that familiar prayer:
"O Fool who does not belong to this era; You are the mysterious ruler Above the Gray Fog; You are the King of Yellow and Black who wields good fortune. Thank You for Your grace, which has allowed me to have such a wonderful morning..."
"Your morning might be wonderful, but I'm dying of sleepiness right now!"
Klein curled his lips, but then he noticed something was off—
"Mr. Devil's prayer sounds a little weak today! Oh, right! Miss Justice praying to me in the Lord of Storms' prayer hall last night seems to have caused him quite a bit of trouble... Looks like I really do need to remind the members of The Tarot Club. Fortunately, the essence of my previous prayer was stealing the power of the Eternal Blazing Sun's divine blood. The Goddess probably won't blame me for that, right?"
Klein comforted himself as he returned to the real world. At that moment, he was immensely grateful that, at the very least, he had not prayed to himself directly before the Evernight Goddess' holy emblem last time.
"It's only six in the morning. I'd better sleep a little longer. After all, I'm a 'freelancer' now."