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Playing Amon was the sort of thing that became easier the second time around.
Klein placed the monocle over his right eye, adjusted its position a few times, and turned his head casually, as though admiring the scenery outside.
The long queue of passersby seeking divinations in front slowly advanced. The carriage finally found a gap and struggled to squeeze forward behind the other vehicles.
All the while, Klein maintained an Amon-like smile, keeping his sweat firmly locked beneath his skin and pretending to be unconcerned, afraid that a single lapse would let Zaratul notice something wrong.
Amon's avatars deliberately sought trouble for excitement and might genuinely not care about being killed by a Sequence One of an adjacent pathway, but he cared!
Who knew whether he could still resurrect if he became a marionette?
And this was Zaratul, someone who had once been a Sequence 2 Miracle Invoker. Klein did not believe he would be unaware of the requirements for a Miracle Invoker's resurrection. If he took countermeasures to prevent Klein from resurrecting, Klein would be finished.
Even after Zaratul lowered his head, seemingly fooled, Klein still dared not let down his guard. Under the cover of taking out his pocket watch, he grasped the two charms the Aurora Order had given him, hidden in his coat's inner pocket, and began silently reciting the Red Angel's honorific name, hoping Medici would quickly bring him into the Red of War's mind link.
The moment he used a charm, Zaratul would recognize him as the fellow who possessed Sefirah Castle, exposing his identity. But he was already facing a Sequence One, in enough danger to gamble on a charm to protect himself. What did it matter whether he was exposed?
As the carriage entered the long queue, someone suddenly knocked