A Dinner Party

[Shocking! The decadent lives of the Intis Republic's upper class! Orthopedic hospitals were packed, and the reason was...]

"Even if I asked you to stay here because Amon might suddenly appear in Sefirah Castle and use the Tarot Club as leverage, why haven't you gone back yet?"

Klein watched the "Light God" sitting in Dawn Manor, reading the Loen News Paper, and quietly raised his guard. He had never hesitated to assume the worst of others—except, for now, Su Lin, Outer Deities, and Amon.

"I'm running a small operation. I can't afford to let you turn it upside down."

"Is this how you treat a friend? You use me, then send me home without even buying me dinner?"

Su Lin wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. Sorrow and melancholy lingered in his gaze.

"When friends arrive, there's fine wine. I forget the rest."

"Unfilial son! I'm worrying about the most important matter of your life!"

"Then I'll have to kick you like Ye Fan did."

Su Lin lowered the newspaper and glanced at Klein, who had grown even more wary. How to put it? He looked exactly like a startled cat, fur standing on end. Fortunately, it wasn't Spirit Worms bristling all over him; that sight would have cost a considerable amount of SAN.

"All right, I'll stop teasing you. I just came to commission a batch of dolls and look for some experimental material while I'm here."

Su Lin put away the unfinished Loen Daily. Ever since a certain Black Emperor had returned, this world's industries seemed to have grown more and more diverse. As expected of a man who had crossed over with a script that let him master both the arts and sciences.

"I want to find some Mythological Creatures. I've tried plenty of