Mr. Chariot has been quite active lately. First he provoked the Secret Order, and now he's discovered the Feysac Empire's military operation.
Gray fog filled the air. Seated in the high-backed chair at the head of the Bronze Long Table, Klein gently tapped its edge with his fingers. The Feysac people actually obtained an item capable of large-scale teleportation. That must be a very high-grade Sealed Artifact. Where did they get it?
No, the question now is how to stop the Feysac people's plan.
If I were a real god, I wouldn't have to rack my brains over this. Unfortunately, I'm not.
Warn members of the Loen Kingdom... Hmm, I'll pass this information on to Miss Justice. She should be able to do something.
There's also Mr. Hanged Man. He belongs to the Church of Storms, so he can do just as much as Miss Justice.
Miss Magician won't be much help, but I still need to notify her. At least she'll know what to expect.
I can go find Emlyn, that vampire, and see what the Sanguine can do. They live in Loen, so they probably don't want their lives here disrupted.
Yes, as long as we're willing to act, there's still plenty we can do.
His fingers stopped tapping. Klein extended his spirituality and made slight adjustments to the scene of Chariot praying, blurring Sifa's figure a little. Then he sent the scene into each of the crimson stars representing Justice, Hanged Man, and Magician.
Afterward, he wrapped himself in spirituality, simulated the sensation of falling, and left Above the Gray Fog.
In Backlund, in the study reserved for Audrey alone, the girl who was nearing adulthood was leafing through a book, immersed in the joy of pursuing knowledge.
Suddenly, she saw boundless gray fog and a blurred