You Even Dug Up Amon's Tomb

In the portrait, the black-haired, black-eyed young man wore a cheerful smile as he looked through the paper at Luther and Klein.

Amon.

Blasphemer, Angel of Time, second son of the Creator of the City of Silver!

Alarm bells immediately rang in both their minds. Being noticed by such a mysterious existence, the danger involved was obvious. Yet at that moment, they were standing before Sharron and the others, and with each of them hiding secrets of their own, neither wished to reveal their unease.

"All right, I understand."

Thus, Klein merely chuckled, acting as though he did not know the person in the portrait. As for Luther, he only glanced at it before looking away, as if he had no interest in it.

"I'll contact you soon."

Luther bade the two members of the Temperance Faction farewell and left the Bravehearts Bar with Klein.

Both preoccupied with their own thoughts, they walked along the avenue for some distance before parting at an intersection and taking separate carriages away. Throughout the walk, perhaps wary of Amon lurking somewhere unknown, or perhaps concerned that their disguises might be exposed, neither of them spoke.

But not long after Luther returned to his residence, a mysterious mist appeared before his eyes.

"Honorable Mr. Fool, I request to speak with [Temperance]."

Deep within the mist, Klein's bowed figure appeared as he prayed.

That was right. There were too many restrictions in the real world; they could discuss things peacefully once they reached Mr. Fool's Divine Kingdom.

Naturally, Luther did not refuse and swiftly answered Mr. Fool's summons.

Above the eternal Gray Fog.

"I really didn't expect Amon to come."

Luther frowned.

The suddenly appearing Angel of Time, Amon, and Adam, the Angel of Imagination who had been secretly watching him for who knew how