Mr. Fool Regrets It Greatly

"Waaah—!"

Klein, who had been fast asleep, was startled awake by a sound that suddenly appeared in his mind. The overlapping, illusory cries, accompanied by the echo of intangible whispers, made his spirit restless and chaotic.

It was as if he had just managed to fall asleep, only to hear a fight upstairs, with someone banging tables and smashing floors...

Well, okay, he was sleeping soundly when he heard the argument.

Springing up from the bed with a thump, Klein suppressed the irritation in his heart, squeezed his temples which were throbbing slightly, and wore a strange expression. This wasn't the first time this had happened. After slightly recovering his emotions through semi-meditation, he turned his gaze to his right hand. Sure enough, on the back of his hand, four black dots had reappeared at some point.

"It's only six o'clock! Who is praying to me at this hour?"

Klein glanced at the mechanical wall clock. Although a trace of morning grumpiness lingered on his face, he quickly took four steps backward and ascended above the gray fog. His figure suddenly appeared in the majestic palace, which resembled a giant's abode. The contracting and expanding crimson star was reflected in his eyes.

Klein raised his right hand, extended his spirituality, and touched the star that symbolized "The Devil," who had joined the Tarot Club just yesterday. With a boom, his vision instantly became blurry and distorted. A man in a white shirt and black vest sat by the window, facing the morning light, his forehead buried in his clasped hands—

"Oh, Fool who does not belong to this era;"

"You are the mysterious Sovereign above the gray fog;"

"You are the King of Yellow and Black who controls good fortune."

"Thank you for your grace, allowing me to have a wonderful morning."

"Allowing me to have a wonderful morning."

"To have a wonderful morning."

Klein listened to Mr. Devil's prayer in a state of frantic and chaotic mental activity, his expression becoming peculiar:

"You're having a wonderful morning, and you've come to disturb my sleep?"

But what could he do?

As an ancient and great existence, should he tell this believer, "Mr. Fool needs to sleep, please postpone your prayer for two hours?"

Moreover, Mr. Devil needed prayer to digest his potion.

"Being a hidden existence is really not easy. But if I'm this miserable with just one believer, do those true gods with millions of believers not sleep at all?"

Klein comforted himself by mentally complaining about the true gods, then sighed softly. Following the subtle connection, he transmitted his response to the crimson star:

"I know."

"I know."

"I know."

"I know."

As layers of mist appeared before his eyes, a distorted and blurry figure materialized in the deepest part of his vision. His eyes flowed with crimson, and his voice continuously echoed in Sno's ears.

Feeling the solid shell of the potion crack open layer by layer again, Sno's face broke into a satisfied smile. He took a deep breath before standing up to welcome the day.

Although he said that, he actually had nothing to do but stay in his room and write books using Emperor Roselle's improved typewriter.

Yes, writing books. Although his predecessor's main job was a veterinarian, ever since arriving in Tingen, he had been holed up in his room. He had even let Triss handle the killing.

Under these circumstances, with plenty of free time, Sno, bored to death, could only return to his former profession and pass the time by writing.

But honestly, for Sequence Seven Triss, who possessed abilities like invisibility and curses, and was a noble Sequence Seven, exchanging the lives of two unprepared Secret Speakers for quite high-level and useful mystical knowledge was a very worthwhile deal.

As for why Triss was the one who killed people, but Sno took on the tradition of the Aurora Society and claimed responsibility for this incident...

Of course, it was to leave a good impression on Mr. A!

Yes, you read that right, a good impression!

The Aurora Society was full of lunatics and deeply hidden lunatics. The more you acted like a lunatic, the more at ease the Aurora Society would be.

Especially if you could appear relatively rational while being insane, and wholeheartedly serve the True Creator, then you would be one of your own—even if you killed one of your own.

While mentally criticizing the Aurora Society's corporate culture, he typed away on the keyboard.

Characters appeared on the manuscript paper, and Sno quickly got into the zone.

"JoJo, there are limits to human abilities."

"I learned one thing from my short life..."

"The more you play with schemes, the more you'll make mistakes in unexpected places..."

Typing the words that were almost etched into his DNA, the scene that almost appeared before his eyes was transcribed into words and recorded on paper. Sno's typing speed increased.

After he confirmed that Mr. Huang·The Taste of Witchcraft is Quite Good·Tao had left the comic as his own territory and decided to start writing something to pass the time, he had the idea of adapting JoJo.

He wasn't worried about being noticed by Klein. In fact, he hoped Klein would notice him, as he needed an intelligence source.

According to his predecessor's memories, Perrdax was indeed an ancient noble family, but not one that controlled a Sequence pathway.

To make it smoother for him to reveal various secrets, Sno was planning a rather risky scheme—

He intended to make Klein believe that an ancestor of the Perrdax family was likely a traveler, just like the Emperor!

Although he hadn't decided whether this traveler ancestor was a grandfather or great-grandfather, that was something that could be left ambiguous.

He wouldn't explicitly tell Klein how illustrious his family was, nor would he deliberately say his ancestor was a traveler. Instead, he would leave various traces in their daily interactions, allowing Klein to make the relevant judgments himself.

This was just a casual move, but it was very important.

After all, in his opinion, the traces of a traveler were very difficult to erase. Not to mention Mr. Huang, that show-off, or the Russian priest who copied scriptures, or the Goddess, even Klein himself exuded an aura that didn't belong to this era.

Perhaps to ordinary people, this aura was just a personal style, but to fellow travelers, such an aura could easily attract attention.

It was fine now while his Sequence was low, but in the future, as Klein's Sequence increased, his experiences grew, and his insight sharpened, these traits on him would become increasingly obvious.

Actually, Sno wasn't very worried about his disguise being seen through by Klein, but to make the knowledge he possessed seem "reasonable," he still decided to keep this identity hidden.