Backlund, 15 Minsk Street.
Klein had just finished breakfast and was clearing the dishes when his movements suddenly froze. He sensed an intense, suffocating malice surging toward him from every direction.
What's going on? Is someone trying to kill me?
The thought had barely surfaced when, as he considered how to cause a commotion, draw attention, and then escape, the omnipresent suffocating malice quietly vanished.
"What's going on? Are you messing with me?"
Klein blinked, feeling slightly bewildered. The next second, his spiritual intuition was suddenly stirred, and he saw a folded sheet of letter paper on the dining table before him.
After hesitating for a moment, he did not pick up the letter. Instead, he untied the Citrine Pendant from his wrist and performed a divination.
"The danger from just now has left..."
"The danger from just now has left..."
After repeating it several times, he opened his eyes and saw the pendant in his hand rotating clockwise. Only then did he relax slightly.
He then performed another divination, confirming that the letter on the table was not dangerous before picking it up and unfolding it.
At Bansy Harbor, Cyril had just finished the breakfast provided by the inn and was about to head out when he turned and looked behind him.
Edefana, his body grayish white and his face so withered it seemed on the verge of decay, appeared soundlessly in his room.
"Don't make me deliver letters to him again. It's hard for me to control my malice when I'm in front of him."
Cyril instantly understood what had happened and hurriedly asked:
"You... uh, is he all right?"
"He is." Edefana shook his head slightly.
"The gaze cast by that Evernight Goddess brought me back to my senses. Otherwise, it would have been hard to say."