"..." Edward's expression did not change in the slightest as he said mildly, "Then you and Matilda must have had a wonderful time last night?"
Roselle immediately retorted, "Don't change the subject. You haven't even done it with your little girlfriend yet... oh, I never thought you were actually this innocent! Tsk, tsk, tsk! Don't tell me you're still a..."
Edward replied expressionlessly, "Oh, you're a Sequence 0 god now. Do you still have those ordinary human desires? Matilda's current body is an Alchemical Product. Does it still have those functions? All these years in the mausoleum, whenever you got the urge, have you just been taking care of it yourself?"
"..."
Lilith covered her ears and said, "Hey, could you two at least spare a thought for the child here?"
Roselle sneered. Heh, of the three of us here, you're the one who's lived the longest!
"All right, enough bullshit. Let's go."
Roselle rubbed his hands together, looking thoroughly intrigued. "I've been waiting a very, very long time for this day."
Edward smiled too. "To tell you the truth, so have I."
"Let's go! Time to dox Klein!"
Chapter 689: Isn't Your Divine Kingdom in the Washroom?
An inn in Backlund's North Borough.
Klein tidied himself up, preparing to visit each of the people who had participated in hunting down Ince Zangwill yesterday and thank them in person, then seek out Miss Justice and ask her to give him a session of psychotherapy:
The "truth" he had seen above the gray fog had dealt him a tremendous psychological blow, but a succession of events at the time had left him no room to attend to his emotions.
Now, everything had temporarily settled down, yet Klein still could not calm himself. Whenever he recalled the modern people inside those cocoons