Reciting an Honorific Name

Who? Mr. "The Tower"? Or Mr. "The Hanged Man"?

The illusory prayer made Klein's mind go blank for a moment.

Dunn, who was sitting opposite him, saw him stop halfway through his report. He frowned and asked in a deep voice, "What's wrong?"

"Huh? Nothing. I just suddenly felt like going to the washroom..." Klein came back to himself. He temporarily set aside the matter of the "prayer" and quickly recounted the key points of his and Leonard's investigation in Lower Street.

Dunn occasionally interrupted with a question. Once Klein finished, he abruptly stood up and headed for the door.

"I almost forgot. You can go to the washroom now, then come with me... Heh, based on the latest information about the 'Demoness' sent from Backlund, along with my judgment, the one there should be a 'Witch.' She's very likely performing a ritual to curse you! To curse everyone protecting the Clover survivors! Otherwise, you wouldn't have suddenly become dazed just now." Just as they were about to go downstairs, he suddenly stopped, put on his hat, and spoke to Klein, who was standing by the door.

"All right." Klein's expression immediately turned solemn as he nodded. Although that wasn't why he had become dazed.

In the washroom, Klein used Spiritual Lock to seal the room. Then, he walked counterclockwise four steps and entered Above the Gray Fog.

However, this time, he didn't see any illusory star expanding and contracting with crimson light. At the side of the Fool's seat, at the far end of the ancient, mottled Bronze Long Table, clear light rippled outward in circles.

"A prayer from someone who isn't a member of the Tarot Club... Is this the reliable friend 'The Tower' mentioned before? Could it be the 'younger sister' he planned to give a