Lowering the frequency of Tarot Club gatherings was, of course, just a momentary boast.
Klein was still carrying a loan.
Although he could pay it in installments, the sheer size of the total meant that even each installment was a burden Klein could scarcely afford.
Mister Fool's already meager wallet had now suffered another crushing blow.
As for where the first installment, and all the ones after it, would come from, the only avenue Klein could think of was the Tarot Club. Otherwise, he would not be able to repay it even if he sold himself.
"Look on the bright side. From now on, all I have to deal with is awkwardness."
Klein forcibly comforted himself:
"It is still better than trembling over whether I should speak up, constantly worrying about being forcibly doxxed and having an Orthodox Church come knocking to check my records."
Though he could now be said to have already been forcibly doxxed offline...
But could meeting a fellow countryman in person really be called doxxing?
What mattered most right now was obtaining information about the evil god. His spirituality would need some time to recover, and for what remained of the afternoon... he would go out for a stroll and buy some groceries while he was at it.
Thinking of what had happened at home last night and this afternoon, Klein suddenly felt almost traumatized by the thought of staying in the house.
No one had better knock on his door again.
That evening, Klein arrived just in time to make dinner and ate with his sister.
After hurriedly finishing his meal and returning to his room, Klein sensed that most of his spirituality had recovered. He walked four steps backward, arrived Above the Gray Mist, and chose Noah's corresponding crimson star to initiate a