So he considered asking the Tarot Club members for help by praying to himself, but even after performing divination Above the Gray Fog countless times, he still had no idea where he was. Klein, the Chosen, could be ignorant, but if Mr. Fool did not know either, it would only destroy the image he had worked so hard to establish without helping their situation at all.
He could only put the idea aside for now.
On the second day, with the help of divination, they found a way to evade their pursuers: break into a resident's home before dark, kill the owner, and take their place. Then they could safely stay inside until dawn.
But early the next morning, the residents they had killed would return completely unharmed. They had forgotten being killed and still wore those strange smiles as they warmly greeted and entertained them.
On the third day, they searched every corner inside and outside the Small Town, finding nothing.
Now it was the fourth day, and they still had found nothing. But after several brushes with death together, the two had developed quite an understanding.
Klein swallowed hard, trying to create even the slightest sense of fullness. "At this rate, we won't last much longer."
He took out a map of the Small Town he had found in a resident's home and spread it on the floor.
"Have you noticed? The area shown on this map is larger than the Small Town we've seen."
Fors pointed to the spot marked as a church on the map. "Yes. So far, we haven't seen this church anywhere in town."
"I think it must be the key to leaving this place."
"But how do we find a place that 'doesn't exist'?"
Klein shook his head. "Maybe it only doesn't exist