How did he die?
Who did it?
I did it?!
Right, right, I did want to lend a hand and do something, but Zaratul and Suah were hunting me from the very beginning. If I hadn't summoned that Ms. Eraser's historical projection, I'd probably have become Zaratul's marionette by now.
So George III's death definitely had nothing to do with me.
For a moment, Klein even wondered whether there was another powerful "Mr. Fool" in this world besides himself.
After a good while, Klein severed his connections to everyone one by one. He offered no response to any of their flattery, creating an attitude of neither confirmation nor denial.
He then conjured parchment and a pen and quickly wrote, "The Apprentice Pathway marionette's loss of control poses a danger to me!"
The yellow crystal immediately began spinning rapidly counterclockwise.
Does this mean it not only poses no danger to me, but actually benefits me?
After some thought, Klein wrote another divination statement: "The reason the marionette lost control." Then he closed his eyes, leaned back, and entered a dream.
In the hazy, illusory dream world, there was first pure darkness, followed by boundless grayish-white fog pouring in from every direction. He felt his view rapidly zoom in, vaguely revealing something glowing in the distance, along with indistinct shapes.
"That was..."
Klein's heart suddenly lurched, and his mind went numb.
What had appeared in the dream world was none other than the light gate atop the Light Stairway he had visited not long ago, along with the "cocoons" hanging above it!
Crack!
Suddenly, the dream shattered.
Klein forced his eyes open, his gaze filled with shock. The Apprentice marionette's loss of control was actually connected to that cocoon that had broken open right under his nose?!
He instinctively wanted to divine