Early Tuesday morning, before the sun had risen above the horizon, Abner, who had spent the latter half of the night aboard the Black Death to create the impression that he attached sufficient importance to Vice Admiral of Ailment, was awakened by Mr. Fool and arrived Above the Gray Fog.
Within the eternally unchanging grayish-white fog and the grand, majestic ancient palace, Mr. Fool's "true body" was nowhere to be seen. Only "The World," whose temperament was somewhat different from before, sat at the lowest seat of the Bronze Long Table.
Abner carefully sized him up for a few moments. His expression gradually turned strange before he revealed an amused smile and repeatedly said, "Congratulations. Congratulations."
Those congratulations choked back all the questions Klein had been about to ask. Perplexed, he said, "Didn't you already congratulate me on becoming a Demigod?"
Abner smiled and shook his head, giving him a wink. "I'm not congratulating you on your advancement... As for what exactly it is, I think you know perfectly well."
Klein froze. Only after a long while did he touch his face and say incredulously, "With the Gray Fog concealing me, and with me using the Clown's abilities to maintain Gehrman's 'persona'... How did you see through it? Don't tell me you can make Prophecies even inside Mr. Fool's divine kingdom."
"Observing Fate within Sefirah Castle is naturally impossible..." Abner replied first, then stared at Klein's face beneath the Gray Fog and teased with a smile, "But your mental state betrayed you!
"Haven't you noticed that your entire state is a little floaty?
"This can't possibly fool someone experienced, much less me!
"You're too green, Mr. World."
Hearing that, Klein looked enlightened, then replied irritably, "Fine, I get it, you're experienced. No need to keep emphasizing it..."
"So, how far