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"Why are you stopping me? Don't you want to see him die?"
In the Spirit World, Edward, who had traveled all the way from Intis, looked with some surprise and a smile at the thin, silvery-white current blocking his entry into Loen. He said in a rather enticing tone:
"Tyrant, you should be happy to see all this."
"I hear Zaratul is under your protection now, too? That must feel unpleasant. You shelter them while keeping watch over them, like restraining yourself from crushing the revolting caterpillars in your palm."
"Hmm, and that's not all. You also have to endure the sensation of those caterpillars slowly wriggling across your palm, doing everything you can not to hurt them. They'll even ask you for help. Will you respond, or turn a blind eye?"
The silvery-white lightning blocking his path crackled faintly, but no one answered him.
"But I have something to tell Klein. Unwilling as we both are, I still have to go in and talk to him." Edward was in no hurry. He stood obediently outside the line of lightning, looking ready to try courtesy before force. "Will you let me through, or have Klein come out and speak to me?"
"Leave"?
Klein stared at the word, not quite understanding what the God of Thunder meant.
Was he supposed to leave 160 Böklund Street, or leave Loen?
Still, this instruction to leave matched his ominous premonition. Danger was approaching, and Klein needed to respond immediately.
Either hide himself or leave at once.
Divine revelations were vague by nature, so finding them baffling was normal. But Klein needed clear instructions now, not ambiguity. After hesitating for a while, he thought that since the God of Thunder had already responded, he might as well grit his teeth, steel himself, and