That night, Cyril and Klein ran into each other in the Dock District.
Klein: "What are you doing here?"
Cyril: "Same as you, I'm curious. I came to see the show."
Klein: "...I'm not curious."
If not for confirming Lanevus's death, I wouldn't have come here at all. Getting caught up in the supernatural world's excitement could get me burned sooner or later.
In the end, Klein kept those thoughts to himself. Cyril, who could flee through the Mirror World at any time, really did seem to have a knack for watching the action.
After a moment of silence, he raised a hand to straighten his flat cap, then turned and headed toward the clock tower at the East Balam Docks, not far away.
When he'd come by that afternoon, he'd noticed that it was an excellent place to watch from.
Two minutes later, two blurry figures appeared on the top floor of the clock tower, above the enormous clock.
The night around them suddenly deepened. A lightless "Black Curtain" appeared out of nowhere and settled over them, concealing their figures.
Klein reached out and touched the thin, almost imperceptible "Black Curtain" draped over him, then remarked, "That's a convenient ability."
Cyril gazed toward the distant Workers' Association and said softly, "The Trickmaster Potions come with more than a dozen tricks alone. Add the tricks you can develop yourself with practice, and this Sequence takes flamboyance to the extreme."
"That sounds powerful," Klein said sincerely.
Cyril shrugged. "If you think the flashy performances at a circus are powerful."
Klein fell silent. He suddenly felt a little worried about his next Sequence.
As adjacent Pathways that could switch places at High Sequence, even their names were similar: "Magician" and "Trickmaster." He could already imagine what his days as a "Magician" would