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"I'm not confident I can repair the copper whistle yet."
"But the loss of spirituality within it can be slowed by constructing seals and a Wall of Spirituality. It can last a long time that way. Klein, I've already sealed it. Keep it with you for now. I need to make some preparations."
"..."
Inside Sefirah Castle, above the gray fog, Klein stared intently at the dim copper whistle beside him. Only after confirming that its spirituality was draining even more slowly inside Sefirah Castle did he finally relax.
The copper whistle had been damaged because of him, so he ought to put more thought into repairing it.
Before the Tarot Club meeting, Azik, who had already learned the truth, had considerately left first rather than disturb Klein's secret gathering.
Klein had not tried particularly hard to keep him, either, since he truly lacked the ability to bring an angel-level existence into the meeting. Besides, quite a few of the pieces of secret knowledge and mysticism rituals circulating in the Tarot Club had come from Azik.
Looking back on the past month, his life had been eventful indeed. The matters involving Cynthia and the Mother Tree of Desire had essentially been cleared up. The only thing he still could not make sense of was that unfamiliar figure who had appeared.
White hair, green eyes, a cold expression, an appearance of thirty to forty years old-an unfamiliar powerhouse who had nearly killed him the moment he approached.
In the real world, Klein had described that appearance and the Beyonder abilities displayed to Azik, but despite pondering for a long time, Azik had failed to find a corresponding figure in his memories.
"Mr. Azik said the Beyonder abilities I described weren't powers of the Death pathway..."
"And he doesn't know what