Boom!
Amid the rumbling thunder, bolts of lightning lit up one after another across this land of darkness, briefly and alternately illuminating the earth.
Klein was walking through a river valley when illusory pleas sounded in his ears once more.
This time, he heard a man speaking in Jotun and mentioning matters related to a "ritual."
A ritual in Jotun... That was Little Sun's side.
Uh, the Chief wanted Mr. Fool's blessing?
Klein tugged at the corner of his mouth and looked at Amon, who wore a pointed soft hat and a monocle. "Can I return to Sefirah Castle to answer the prayers?"
Amon paused, then asked with amusement, "What do you think?"
Klein had long anticipated that answer.
Still, he said, "Since you're going to play this game, why not make it more exciting?"
Klein did not give up and continued provoking him.
As long as Amon could not stand the provocation and let him return to Sefirah Castle, he could use the power Above the Gray Fog to initially escape his predicament.
Besides, even if Amon refused, he could use this to open up further conversation.
Unfortunately, Amon remained unmoved.
He adjusted his crystal monocle with a finger and chuckled.
"As the God of Mischief, I've lived from the Third Epoch until now. What do you think that means? I believe you should understand very well.
"Well? Is there anything you want to ask?"
Although Amon had accurately grasped his mindset and thoughts, Klein was not discouraged. He asked, "Why did you parasitize the City of Silver exploration team back then and patiently remain in the dungeon for decades?"
"I had a premonition that I would obtain extremely important intelligence in the City of Silver. Now, that prophecy has come true, hasn't it, Mr. Fool?"
Amon answered casually