Pray to the Blood God

Backlund, North Borough, 160 Böklund Street.

"I'll just use the washroom for a moment."

Klein wiped his mouth with a napkin and said to the servants attending him with a gentle smile.

At that moment, illusory overlapping voices echoed in his ears, carrying obvious urgency. Someone was praying to him. Someone needed him.

"Let's end afternoon tea here for today. The pastries can be cleared away."

Klein rose from his chair.

Though I really want to try the chefs' new strawberry fruit tarts... He cast a reluctant glance at the exquisite, bright-red pastries on the bottom tier of the three-tiered tray.

As a wealthy man of standing, he could not do something like eating leftovers. The pastries that were cleared away would be divided among the servants as an unspoken benefit. Conversely, if he always ordered precisely the right amount and finished every pastry, rumors that Dwayne Dantès mistreated his servants would soon spread through the surrounding neighborhoods.

Thus, despite his regret, Klein could only end his afternoon tea immediately.

He sent away his personal valet, locked the door from within, walked four steps counterclockwise in the spacious bathroom, and silently recited the four lines of "Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth for Blessings," arriving Above the Gray Fog.

Klein opened his eyes and saw that the crimson star belonging to Derrick the [Sun] beside the Bronze Long Table was emitting invisible ripples of Spirituality.

It was little Sun.

He extended his hand, and his Spirituality spread forth, connecting him to that star.

More information immediately surged out, forming a hazy screen of light in the void above the Gray Fog. The main figure in the image was naturally Derrick the [Sun], who was praying. From the direction he faced, Klein could see a pitch-black square and a woman at