Rosell Gustav?
Was he the Rosell Gustav he had imagined?
The Rosell Gustav who was either shamelessly lewd or spoke in riddles in his diaries?
But... hadn't he already died?
Although Klein's mind raced, he had arrived too late and knew nothing about the current situation. No matter how hard he thought, he could not reach a conclusion.
"Tap—"
A middle-aged man wearing a crown stepped out through the door. It was Rosell Gustav, the legendary figure from history, Rosell the Great Emperor.
As he looked at the nine people around the round table in the center, Rosell's gaze was both complicated and wary.
Clearly, his experiences of suffering setback after setback in life—from believing himself to be the protagonist of destiny and king of the world, to becoming a circus clown and a stray mutt by the roadside—had left him unable to trust any Café.
Especially since, according to his daughter's account, their relationship with the Café had not been particularly friendly in the beginning.
Even if the Café had single-handedly brought about his resurrection, even if it had resolved the corruption within him, if its eventual gains included him, then everything it had invested was entirely justified.
But after sweeping his gaze across the room, Rosell's eyes abruptly became much clearer.
So many Sequence Zeros, an Angel King, Angels, demigods, and... huh?
Setting aside the two weaklings who stood out precisely because they were weak, this lineup was even more extravagant than any alliance of the Seven Gods. It could even be said that the Churches of the Seven Gods combined could not produce such a luxurious lineup.
Once he recognized the gap in strength, every plan that had surfaced in Rosell's mind became a discarded draft. He nodded at his daughter as she stepped through the door