Faced with Cyril's doubts and explanations, the Fool, Klein, neither admitted nor denied anything. He leaned back leisurely in his high-backed chair and chuckled.
"What else?"
Cyril: "The way you collected Roselle's Diary."
"Also, the identity your Blessed, Mr. World, used in Backlund—Sherlock Moriarty. And he just happened to be a detective."
"Besides, a person can change his appearance at will, but it's difficult to change the worldview that's taken shape over the years, or certain little habits."
"When I interacted with you before, I noticed some little habits that didn't fit this era. And earlier, when you used the identity of 'World' to guide Miss Justice into paying attention to the plight of the lower-class workers in the East District, Dock District, and Factory District, it seemed very unlike someone who had grown up in this world and become numb to such things."
After a slight pause, he chuckled.
"Of course, those are just supporting evidence. The most important thing—the key point—is that I can clearly see that Sherlock Moriarty and Mr. Fool have almost exactly the same qualities."
As soon as he finished speaking, Klein suddenly sat upright and stared at him sternly.
"So when you gave me all those copies of Roselle's Romantic Diary last time, you did it on purpose?"
"Uh..." Cyril was caught off guard by the sudden question. He hesitated, then said, "Partly, but mostly because I really couldn't find more than a few useful ones in that batch of diaries."
"Besides, don't you think those less respectable diaries are the real essence of his writing?"
Klein's mouth twitched slightly. He snapped his fingers, making the Gray Fog that had always shrouded him disappear.
Cyril stared without blinking. What he saw was Sherlock Moriarty's face.
...All right, looks like he planned to keep the