Watching Klein leave the Café "satisfied," Adam took a sip of cola to suppress the curve of his lips.
Having silently watched the entire process of Klein being tormented, the Goddess of the Night quietly took a sip of caramel macchiato and revised her inner assessment of Adam from "normal" to "normal?"
The Goddess of the Night had not originally been so idle, but Adam's effect in anchoring her humanity was absurdly good, so whenever she had nothing to do, she would come sit at the Café.
Even a little help was good.
Besides, these days, there was truly no other place where one could drink such authentic prehistoric beverages and eat prehistoric pastries.
Unexpectedly, she had also stumbled upon an extra gain. She had barely sat down before witnessing Adam torment Klein, making Mister Fool's already meager wallet even worse off.
As though he had heard the Goddess of the Night's inward grumbling, Adam smiled and turned his head.
"Every gift fate gives has long since had its price marked in secret. And right now, I am collecting the price for the gifts to come in advance."
The Goddess of the Night could not help revealing an expression that said, "Do you hear yourself?"
Was a gift whose price had been collected in advance still a gift?
Unlike Adam, who was in high spirits, Klein was utterly numb.
This was already the second time!
"He definitely isn't Sequence Nine!"
Though Klein did not know much about the realm of Extraordinary beings, he could guarantee that much.
As a Sequence Nine with no enhancement to actual combat ability, a Seer gained greatly enhanced spirituality, divination abilities, and mystical knowledge.
If the other party had been Sequence Nine, beating him up would still have made sense. But there was no way