The first time he had pulled something like this in front of regular troops, Klein's heart was still beating a little too fast.
Perhaps because he had sat in the same position for too long, his hands and feet felt somewhat numb.
"Pah, what am I thinking? It wasn't like my physical body entered the gray mist."
Klein patted his face to clear his head, then began reviewing everything.
"There shouldn't be any problems. I didn't say much from beginning to end, only sent an invitation. Even if I threw out any premises, they were all at the supervisory level and couldn't be objectively falsified."
For example, that cryptic "this is an experiment" he had mentioned. It had worked rather well on Miss Justice and the others at first, so he had used it again. As for what exactly the experiment was, he had never explained.
"What did he mean when he asked for my codename at the end? Did he simply want to know whether I was part of the gathering? Then why mention it at the end?"
Klein thought about it for a long time and felt that he was probably being overly sensitive.
After all, his Fool codename had also come from the Tarot Club and blended in perfectly with everyone else's.
Even if, as regular troops, they gleaned some deeper meaning from that title, could Mister Emperor really accuse Mister Fool of having a problem?
Wait!
Klein's expression suddenly changed.
Just because there were no flaws on his side did not mean there were no flaws elsewhere.
Miss Justice had previously regarded him as some hidden existence that had just awakened from slumber, and he had tacitly accepted that premise. At the same time, both Miss Justice and Mister Hanged Man knew that he had called