Sifa deliberately put on a thoughtful expression, then smiled. "What should I call you, then? Klein? Gehrman?"
"At the Tarot Club, I am 'The World.'"
"In the real world, I am 'Gehrman Sparrow.'"
"Klein died long ago. He no longer exists."
He swept a hand over his face again, and the scholarly young man turned back into the Crazy Adventurer with his cold, sharp features.
"I lived in Tingen for a long time. It was also where I joined the Nightwatchers. If nothing unexpected had happened, I would have continued living there."
"But for people like us, there never seems to be a shortage of unexpected events."
"One day, Ince Zangwill murdered me and my captain as part of his scheme to obtain an item."
"Fortunately, I received Mr. Fool's favor. With his help, I miraculously came back to life."
"After that, I worked hard to improve myself, driven by the desire to take revenge on Ince Zangwill, while also carrying out certain commissions for Mr. Fool."
As he listened to the Crazy Adventurer's account, Sifa roughly guessed why Klein had wanted to meet him beforehand.
Klein was worried that, upon seeing the Red Priest card at the Tarot Club gathering, Sifa would connect Klein with Mr. Fool. With this groundwork laid, the natural conclusion would be that Gehrman had completed his revenge and offered the Card of Blasphemy to the Fool.
At that point, Klein paused, then asked in a grave voice, "You saw Adam at Resurrection Square, didn't you?"
Sifa's expression immediately turned solemn, and he nodded emphatically.
"Be careful of Spectators."
After offering that warning, Klein let the gray fog gradually envelop him, blurring his face until it could no longer be clearly seen.
It was three o'clock.
Crimson beams rose one after another, solidifying into different