Of course, Klein would not simply tell Chariot the truth about the apocalypse.
Besides, that would also depend on whether he wanted to know.
So he made the World, Gehrman Sparrow, look around.
"You can give some serious thought to what you intend to do next, and how you plan to do it."
Everyone nodded slightly.
After another ten minutes or so of discussion,
this week's Tarot Club gathering drew to a close.
Back in the real world,
Fors's mood gradually grew somber.
The apocalypse...
There are only a little over ten years left.
Sigh, I thought that once the war ended, the suffering would pass.
Given enough time, life would slowly return to the way it used to be.
I could travel everywhere, experience the scenery in different places, and write a few bestselling novels.
But now the apocalypse is coming.
In the end, I still have to raise my level of existence.
A demigod? No, I'd have to become an angel at the very least.
After all, even gods might die in the coming apocalypse.
Can I become an angel?
I think I'd struggle even to become a demigod.
Having barely managed to muster some motivation, Fors entered the corridor and saw Xio emerge from her room as well.
They spoke at the same time. "Where are you going?"
Then both fell silent.
Just then, a delicate-looking boy emerged from another bedroom and rushed toward the stairs, completely ignoring the two ladies.
He was Xio's younger brother, who had just enrolled at a school that prepared students for the preliminary law examinations.
As she watched her brother run downstairs,
Xio smiled and said, "I'm going back to MI9 to work hard."
Is this the apocalypse's influence?
Fors said as well, "I'm planning to visit my teacher."
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