What Noah said sounded incredibly high-end, carrying that aura of something impressive beyond comprehension.
Normally, Klein would have savored it and studied it carefully, but right now, all he wanted to know was what Noah had discovered about their transmigration.
No, what he cared about was something further, something more crucial...
"That's great, then. So what did you find?"
"..."
After a silence that made Klein's heart tremble, Noah looked at him with a complicated expression.
"I found that there might be some discrepancies between transmigration and what we originally imagined—Zhou Mingrui, what kind of transmigration did you think you experienced?"
"What?"
Klein was still confused, along with being irritated by Noah's failure to answer his question directly.
However, hearing Noah call him by his original name, Klein felt that Noah was still talking about something serious. They simply had not reached the important part yet.
So, after calming himself down, he thought for a moment.
"What else could it be? I came from Earth to this fantastical other world."
"Another world?"
"Y-Yes. What about it?"
Looking at Noah's strange smile, Klein's heart shuddered as a faint sense of foreboding emerged.
"An... other world with three hundred and sixty-five days in a year, twelve months, the same number of days in each month as Earth, twenty-four hours in a day, a sun, a moon, and even several other planets?"
Klein's face grew paler and paler with Noah's words. His eyes widened slightly, but his gaze did not focus on anything.
"If the era and technology here feel familiar, that can be explained by Rosell the Great Emperor also being a transmigrator. After all, you have read his diary. He really was a transmigrator."
"But calendars are based on astronomy—on the relationship between the planet one inhabits and other celestial bodies.