He flicked his hand lightly, catching the yellow crystal in his palm, and murmured with a frown, "Why... does something still feel off?"
This sense of unease did not stem from anything wrong with the case itself, but from a spiritual premonition.
At that thought, Klein sealed the entire room with a Wall of Spirituality, then took four steps counterclockwise and arrived above the gray fog, sitting in the bronze chair that symbolized Mr. Fool.
He conjured a sheet of parchment and wrote down the divination statement he had used outside: "The person who killed Adelaide was Olivia."
After he silently repeated it seven times, the yellow crystal once again rotated clockwise.
"So the murderer really was Olivia?"
Klein thought for a moment, then performed another divination: "The cause of Adelaide's death."
He closed his eyes and leaned back, soon seeing the same scene he had witnessed during his dream divination in front of Adelaide's corpse.
"So, was I overthinking it?"
Klein propped his chin on one hand and gently tapped the bronze tabletop with the other.
A moment later, he wrote on the parchment: "What Adelaide experienced before her death."
Then he closed his eyes again and entered the dream.
In the illusory, hazy, and indistinct world, Klein once again arrived in Adelaide's room. Just as in the previous two divinations, she lay quietly in bed, sleeping peacefully.
Suddenly, her brows furrowed. Then she abruptly sat up and began coughing violently.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough!"
After coughing a dozen or so times in succession, she seemed to lose her voice. Though she was still coughing, she no longer made a sound. She clutched her throat tightly, her face rapidly turning deathly pale as her breathing grew increasingly rapid.
Then, at a certain moment, she collapsed onto the bed, the