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"I have a bad feeling."
Klein sneezed. Seated in the high-backed chair belonging to the Fool, he frowned at the gray fog drifting around him.
"A very strong, bad feeling... I'm Sequence 3 now, and I'm in Sefirah Castle. A feeling this strong definitely can't be wrong... But if I still feel such a strong sense of danger even in Sefirah Castle, I'd better not rashly investigate its source."
"Right, first, confirm that I have one resurrection left."
Klein covered his face, unsure whether to laugh or cry. Whenever he encountered a serious crisis, he couldn't help thinking of this-the resurrection technique of a Miracle Invoker was quite good, and most importantly, he could draw on those resurrections in advance through Sefirah Castle.
It was rather funny, really. Other Scholars of Yore fought tooth and nail to reach Miracle Invoker before gaining four chances at resurrection, whereas by the time he became a Miracle Invoker, he would probably have only one left, or none at all.
"Second, although it's only been half a month since I advanced to Scholar of Yore, I can start thinking about the Miracle Invoker potion..."
"Yes, I'll ask the Red Angel about it later. The Secret Order might have relevant records too."
Klein was still in a fairly good mood about advancing. Over the past two days, Zaratul had attacked him three times, but fortunately, his true body hadn't come. Twice, Klein had faced Marionettization, and once, he had been dragged into the Historical Void, but he had racked his brains and escaped each time.
Zaratul might still be staying somewhere hidden.
But this couldn't go on. The Red Angel and Mr. Azik couldn't respond to him anytime and anywhere. Although he didn't know where Zaratul's true body was, and Zaratul was merely pursuing