A gray mouse... Klein's eyelids twitched slightly. Without hesitation, he turned around and walked back to the semi-open room, leaving this place and arriving at the master bedroom, then entering the bathroom.
Throughout the entire process, he proceeded at a leisurely pace, as if repeating something that happens many times every day.
Once the bathroom door was locked, Klein immediately took four steps backward, through the Gray Fog filled with murmurs and howls, and sat down in the high-backed chair belonging to " The Fool ".
Prior to this, he had his personal valet Enuni, who was standing in the corridor, whisper a prayer to the " Sea God " Kavithua.
Using the corresponding spot of light, Klein, who had summoned the " Sea God Scepter " by beckoning, extended his field of vision and locked onto the carriage heading towards Senator Macht's residence, which was 39 Böklund Street.
This time, however, the figure leaning against the glass window, leisurely admiring the street scene, was no longer a gray rat, but a young man wearing a silk top hat and a black trench coat.
He had black hair and eyes, a thin face, a broad forehead, and wore a monocle made of crystal. He had a faint smile on his face, and he looked exactly like the " Blasphemer," the " Angel of Time," the son of the Creator, Amon!
Although Klein was mentally prepared, he was still on edge and felt a chill run down his spine.
Although Amon appeared in his original form, Stealing the Fate of the rat Demigod, he was seen by everyone as nothing more than a gray rat, and no one doubted it.
This is similar to some of the abilities of his brother, the " Angel of Imagination " Adam, both of which are terrifying the more you think about them, but they are fundamentally different!
If it weren't for the Gray Fog, or if I hadn't gained a deeper understanding of this place, I wouldn't have been able to find it... Klein, half relieved and half alarmed, expanded his "vision" outwards, searching for Amon's clones.
Compared to the Grafting of Fate, the traces of " Parasitism " are relatively more distinct.
However, Klein found nothing this time.
Neither the other passengers in the carriage, nor the horses pulling the carriage, nor the surrounding trees and air were " Parasitism "!
This is not quite what that old man Leonard said... Shouldn't the appearance of one Amon be accompanied by multiple Amon? He knew that he had been discovered by the " Bizarro Sorcerer " of the Church of Evernight and suspected that Böklund Street was under surveillance, so he only sent an avatar to investigate the situation? Klein frowned slightly, somewhat unsure how to handle this development.
Of course, he remembered Pallez Zoroast had said: if he could eliminate one of Amon's clones, he could wipe out all of Amon's in Backlund. And now, there was only one Amon on Böklund Street, which was the perfect opportunity to make his move!
Let's hear the opinion of this expert first... Klein immediately manifested the figure of "The World" Gehrman Sparrow at the bottom of the bronze table, and had him pray respectfully and devoutly:
"Great ' The Fool,' please tell Leonard Mitchell that Amon has appeared at 39 Böklund Street, but there's only one..."
While Gehrman Sparrow prayed, Klein did not give up monitoring the carriage and saw Hibbert, dressed in a light-colored long dress, get off and enter her own foyer.
Wearing a monocle and a black trench coat, Amon followed behind her with an open demeanor, making no attempt to conceal himself. Yet, the servants and maids seemed completely oblivious, as if only air or some inconspicuous creature existed behind Miss Hibbert.
One of the maids glanced at the ground, was startled, and was about to scream, but after opening her mouth, she forgot what she was about to do.
Passing through the foyer and heading towards the stairs, Amon adjusted his crystal monocle and put his hands in his pockets.
One by one, transparent worms with segments emerged from his body, slithered in all directions, and then disappeared.
This sent a chill down Klein's spine as he wielded the " Sea God Scepter," recalling Pallez Zoroast's description of Amon's " Parasitism " abilities:
Plague-like infection!
Hibbert been in a very good mood lately because her teacher hasn't really gone mad; everything before was just a test, and she passed it.
This gave her a lot of common knowledge about the supernatural world, helped her understand the nature of Potion, master the method of digestion, and earned her the opportunity to be promoted to " Cryptologist ".
She is now a Sequence 7 Beyonder!
So this is the wondrous side of the world... I wonder when I will be able to become Demigod, truly transcending the level of ordinary people... Hibbert glanced at the wall clock, touched her sunken belly, and decided to ask her mother to bring today's afternoon tea forward, since there were no guests anyway.
She made an excuse to go out for lunch at noon, but this was just a pretext to pick up the teacher and give him a chance to Acting; she didn't actually eat anything.
Thinking of this, she glanced at the teacher lying on the fur cushion on the sofa and saw the gray mouse raising its front paw and pressing its right eye socket.
"What kind of food would you like?" Hibbert asked respectfully.
The mouse lowered its front paws and slowly replied:
"Need not."
"Okay, teacher." Hibbert turned around, took a few steps forward, and opened the bedroom door.
Up in the corridor, her personal maid stood gazing leisurely at the balcony at the end of the corridor, as if admiring the afternoon sky.
Hibbert frowned almost imperceptibly and said:
"You stay here and don't let anyone in to clean."
The personal maid glanced at her and smiled, saying:
"Yes, miss."
Hibbert then truly left the bedroom, went down to the second-floor living room, and found her mother, Madam Liana.
The woman, who also had dark green hair, was receiving a pair of jeweled glasses with gold chains from her maid; they were more like jewelry than vision correction devices.
"Didn't you dislike it?" Hibbert asked, slightly puzzled.
Madam Liana's lips curled up slightly as she said:
I like it now.
As she spoke, she opened the glasses and put them on her nose.
Hibbert was about to offer her comments, she suddenly heard footsteps approaching.
She turned her head and saw that it was her father, Congressman Macht, who had come home early.
"Dad, didn't you say you were going to the Veteran Officers Club?" Hibbert asked casually.
"There aren't many people here today." Congressman Macht raised his right hand and pinched the upper and lower eye sockets.
Hibbert, seemingly unconcerned.
"Perfect timing, it's been a long time since we had afternoon tea together."
"Yes." Senator Macht and Madam Liana smiled simultaneously, their lips curling into faint smiles.
At 7 Pinster Street, Leonard, who had just returned from Saint Hilan Square, threw himself onto the sofa and put his feet up on the coffee table.
The fact that he hadn't received any "notification" yet convinced him that the disciplinary action had concluded successfully and that he could now look forward to his spoils.
" Old Man, didn't you say before that Sanguine Viscount had several magical items? Could you tell me more about them?" Leonard asked curiously, lowering his voice.
In his mind, Pallez Zoroast snorted:
"Items of that caliber aren't worth my time to examine closely."
Leonard was about to press further when his vision suddenly blurred, and he saw an endless expanse of grayish-white mist and the indistinct figure of Gehrman Sparrow, along with the sound of a corresponding prayer:
"... Amon appeared at 39 Böklund Street, but there was only one..."
Amon appeared? So quickly? Leonard, who had been relaxing, suddenly pulled his legs back, sat up straight, and was many times more tense than during the previous disciplinary action.
He quickly relayed Klein's words to Pallez Zoroast, then asked:
"... Old Man, what do we do now? Start the operation? But we only have one Amon clone!"
Pallez Zoroast paused for two seconds before saying:
" Amon only sent one clone, which means He has other plans, but that's not important."
"There's a proverb from the Quaternary period: 'An arrow shot cannot be retrieved.' Now that we've started, we can't back down. If we delay any longer, Amon will try to influence everyone in the neighborhood, and then he'll surely discover Dawn Dantès's unusual behavior."
Klein returned to the real world and walked out of the bathroom.
He was fully prepared, wearing the " Creeping Hunger " badge on his left hand and holding a medal carved from a black gemstone in his right.
Then, he Manipulation the Marionette " Winner " Enuni, instructing him to snap his fingers, Flame Jump, and enter 39 Böklund Street, the residence of Senator Macht, in the guise of Gehrman Sparrow.
The " Spirit Body Threads " instantly transmitted Klein's thoughts, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, without any reaction.
He suddenly lost all connection with the Marionette!
This... Klein's eyelids twitched as the master bedroom door creaked open.
The one who Door Opening was the " Winner," Enuni.
The young man, Loen and Balam, pushed open the door and walked in, unaffected by Klein's control.
He took a crystal-like monocle from his pocket, wiped the surface with his sleeve, and then slowly clipped it into his right eye socket.
He then looked at Dawn Dantès, and a slight smile crept onto his lips.
"Found you."
The atmosphere in the bedroom suddenly froze. Enuni, the " Winner," fiddling with his monocle, continued speaking to himself:
"There are too many anomalies in Flora Jacob's Fate, the most important of which come from this street, which I find very interesting. It took me some time to figure out and find the source, which is why you have to wait so many days."
"That mirror is familiar to me, but I've never seen anyone who could wield it so skillfully. It's quite an interesting thing. Perhaps I should Stealing your Fate and see what it's really for? Ah yes, you probably don't know its origins yet; it's not simple at all..."
P. S.: Updated first, revised later.