At night, in the master bedroom at 160 Böklund Street.
Klein suddenly became lucid in his dream. An "outsider" had arrived.
The Nighthawks? But Dwayne, as a Nighthawk's husband, must have been investigated long ago... He looked around and found himself in his second-floor bedroom.
Then he heard a knock at the door.
"Come in..." Klein tried to make his voice sound like he was talking in his sleep.
The handle turned, the door opened, and a familiar figure walked in.
He wore a black trench coat and red gloves. With dark hair, green eyes, and handsome features, he was Leonard Mitchell—Klein's "poet classmate."
"Dwayne, we meet again." Leonard sat casually in a bedroom chair and took a sip from a teacup.
"What is it, Leonard?" Klein played along.
He knew that under the influence of Nightmare's power, he ought to act naturally.
Leonard set down the cup and asked in a low voice:
"Why did you invest in Abner Brain's territory?"
So that's what this is about... I thought you'd come to confront me! Well, even if we're going to lay our cards on the table, it'd be better to wait until I pass the Goddess's test and enter Chanis Gate. Otherwise, something else might go wrong.
Klein's thoughts raced. Then he answered "honestly":
"I knew Viscount Braine before I came to Backlund. Yes, he helped me quite a bit with my business in Bayam..."
Klein had asked Lina to fabricate that part of Dwayne's background, so he knew it by heart.
Abner had dealt with plenty of merchants at Bayam's Scented Leaf Bar. There was no way to verify the story.
As for whether this might expose who really owned the Scented Leaf Bar... Abner no longer cared about such a small matter.
Klein briefly recounted his fabricated