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The door swung open.
A monocle walked in.
Klein was horrified, as though struck by five bolts of lightning. He was about to fling off his covers, perform a Marionette swap, hide in the fog, and flee to the Intis border, but then he saw Medici walk in holding a monocle and wave at him.
"You know what this is, right?"
Klein's face, which had nearly cracked apart in shock, slowly became expressionless.
The Red Angel's unparalleled way of expressing himself had made Klein overdraw far too many emotions at once. After regaining his composure and beginning to adjust to the divinity brought by his advancement, Klein felt as though he had suddenly lost interest in everything. He was so calm that it was almost unbelievable.
He had no fucks to say, so he nodded.
Fortunately, no young man with black curls and a broad forehead followed Medici inside. This did a remarkably effective job of alleviating Klein's foul mood. Otherwise, he really would have thought that the True Creator had used his trust to lure him into a trap and feed him to Amon. He had to admit that, when it came to provocation, Medici was unrivaled. Whether the other party had done it deliberately or by accident, Klein was now grinding his teeth in hatred.
"That makes things easy."
Medici came inside and shut the door. The Crystal Monocle in his hand flickered and disappeared again.
So there really is an Amon standing outside. Klein's heart, which had yet to settle back into his chest, leaped into his throat.
"You impersonated Amon above Sefirah Castle. That trick scared Cheek off, but it also drew that brat's attention to you and Sefirah Castle."
Medici did not notice Klein's complicated feelings-or rather, even if he had, he would not