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Above the boundless grayish-white fog, inside the grand, towering palace.
The moment Leonard Mitchell appeared beside the Bronze Long Table, he instinctively rose to greet Mr. Fool.
But a sweep of his gaze revealed that the seat was empty.
Mr. Fool isn't usually here? The thought flashed through Leonard's mind as he turned toward the bottom of the mottled long table.
The World sat there silently, his figure indistinct, as though blended with the gray fog.
"...Since it's just the two of us, there's no need to deliberately use Gehrman Sparrow's appearance." Leonard sat back down and spoke casually to the World.
At the same time, he quickly considered something: If Mr. Fool isn't usually here, how did Klein and I arrive one right after the other so quickly? Surely Mr. Fool didn't bring Klein here, then leave before I came up?
Or does Klein actually have the ability to bring people up here? Is this something special about a Blessed, authority granted by a god?
Something's fishy.
"Habit," Klein replied briefly.
Leonard couldn't help taking another couple of looks at the cold, restrained, impassive Gehrman Sparrow. Although he felt that someone who might enjoy the favor of two gods hardly needed his reminder, he still hesitated before speaking:
"Klein, the way you look now fits Gehrman Sparrow's public image very well. Your acting is excellent, but you must remember that you're only acting. Don't lose yourself in the identity you've created."
The Acting Method? By comparison, the old man with Leonard is much more decent than Miss Hazel's "teacher," who parasitized a rat. The latter barely taught her anything, and even what he did teach was distorted knowledge. He clearly had ulterior motives and deserved to die... Klein really had only been acting out of habit, but after