Don't Mention His Sister in Front of Him

At night, 160 Böklund Street, North Borough.

Klein, asleep, suddenly felt his mind become sharply lucid.

He clearly sensed that someone had invaded his dream.

In the hazy dream world, he saw someone climb through the window and lightly leap inside. It was a black-haired, green-eyed man in a white shirt and black vest, handsome in appearance and frivolous in demeanor.

Leonard?

Had he figured out my connection to the Blood Bishop?

Klein thought.

That made sense. Luther had caused such a huge commotion before. As long as Leonard analyzed things further, he would eventually suspect me...

Still, I wonder whether the old Angel on him is watching...

Thinking of the one behind his poet classmate, Klein gradually became serious as well.

I have to maintain the bearing of a powerhouse!

When it came to pretending to be a powerhouse, Klein was a professional. He quickly reconstructed the dream, turning the surroundings into his bedroom. He himself sat calmly in an armchair, smiling at the visitor across from him.

Displaying the manner of someone completely awake, he said to the approaching Leonard, "Didn't Pallez Zoroast teach you what manners are?"

He had heard that name from Mobet in Groselle's Travels. Using it here was just enough to emphasize his own mystery.

Pallez... That was the old man's name?

Leonard's heart tightened. He immediately lowered his head in greeting. "Mr. Dantes, please forgive my rash visit. Due to a series of recent incidents, our church has begun an investigation, and you are on the list."

What he meant was that he was merely acting under orders, using the Goddess's name to protect Klein's safety. After all, if anything happened to him while investigating Dwayne Dantès, the other party would immediately expose themselves.

This kid is lying.

If there really were an