Outside the Dockworkers' Union building, Closia frowned, unnoticed by the passersby. She murmured to herself:
"Those people seem to have completely forgotten the Giant existed...
"Did Lanevus borrow the True Creator's power?
"Or was this Pride's doing...?"
Closia thought it over. If Pride had plotted this, given his personality, he would surely boast about it at the next Supreme Council meeting. She would find out then...
For now, the urgent matter was helping Dunn remove whatever the True Creator had left inside Lanevus. That would require the authorities...
Honestly, becoming a competent Manipulator isn't easy. Directing a Drama and manipulating someone else's Fate without using my abilities to alter their thoughts... There are always too many surprises. The feedback has been quite good, though...
Closia sighed, then searched her memory for acquaintances in Backlund. She needed a reliable channel to report this—one that would not arouse Pride's suspicion.
Soon, she had someone in mind.
Not long after Closia left, Klein managed to get into the Dockworkers' Union with a fake press pass and finally confirmed that Lanevus was there.
He forced himself to endure his trembling until he reached the washroom. Then he doubled over, his mouth spreading into a silent laugh. He laughed so hard he could barely straighten up, and a shining drop of liquid fell to the floor.
His trembling came from instinctive dread and fear!
His emotional collapse came from terror and grief buried deep in his memory!
For he had once again sensed the True Creator's aura!
Klein splashed water on his face and steadied himself before leaving the union building.
Only after reaching his newly rented Safe House did he take four steps backward and ascend to the Gray Fog Palace. There, he passed what he had learned to Justice and Judgment and