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"Do you want Sefirah Castle?"
Klein asked again.
He had not given Amon much time to think, nor did he intend to, because his own time was limited, and he was feeling somewhat irritable.
Klein waved his hand, dismissing all the figures constructed from gray fog around them. Facing Amon directly, he drew on over a year of experience and acting skills playing the great being known as the Fool, and actually held his own completely in terms of presence.
A Sequence 3 Fool was questioning the King of Angel known as the Angel of Time. For a moment, the atmosphere above the dream's Sefirah Castle grew rather strange.
Amon's expression was rather strange as well.
As the invited guest, Amon pinched his eye socket, then pinched it again, observing Klein's expression as though weighing something.
Klein frowned and leaned forward, pressing both arms onto the Bronze Long Table.
"What are you worried about?"
He suddenly found it a little funny. Ever since he had begun showing the slightest promise with Sefirah Castle, the Mother Tree of Desire, Zaratul, all sorts of evil gods, Amon-so many people had coveted it, and he had done everything he could to keep it. Now that his life was in danger and he could no longer hold on to it, he had decisively chosen what to sacrifice, taking the initiative to hand Sefirah Castle over to someone else for the time being. He had even gone out of his way to summon Amon, who might want Sefirah Castle more than anyone, only for Amon to be unwilling to take it.
The more Klein thought about it, the more he felt a nasty emotion resembling schadenfreude welling up inside him. His tone involuntarily turned Medici-like:
"Is a King of Angel-level 'Deceiver' actually worried about