The bathroom is divided into wet and dry areas, and the bathtub is filled with steam.
Klein was completely immersed in hot water, except for his head, and lay there comfortably, not wanting to move even his toes.
What a beautiful night... If only Cynthia weren't outside, I'd have to deal with her later... Klein sighed, thinking about how to find an excuse to avoid getting close to her later.
Based on Amyrius Rieveldt's characteristics, he decided to start with work, followed by reasons such as recent physical discomfort, loss of sexual ability due to injury, needing time to digest the medication he had just taken, and suddenly realizing his true sexual orientation, finding even curly-haired baboons attractive.
As for whether this would damage the general's image, Klein felt no psychological pressure whatsoever. As long as Cynthia didn't suspect that he was a fake Amyrius Rieveldt, he would consider his mission accomplished.
How to explain those excuses afterwards, how to find reasons to return to normal—that's Amyrius's problem, what does it have to do with me Gehrman Sparrow? And what does Gehrman Sparrow's tarnished image have to do with me Sherlock Moriarty? Klein stood up comfortably, walked outside, still wet, wrapped himself in a towel, and dried himself off.
After changing into the bathrobe hanging there, Klein took a silent breath, and as if facing a formidable enemy, unlocked the door and opened the bathroom door.
Seeing that the corridor was empty, with only the light from the wall lamps illuminating the dark passageway, Klein relaxed a little and was no longer so tense.
This felt almost like challenging pirate generals... As he muttered to himself, he suddenly realized a serious problem: he didn't know which room was the master bedroom or the study.
Regardless, he had to greet Cynthia, otherwise it would seem strange and suspicious to Amyrius... Klein recalled the layout of a similar house and tried to pinpoint the master bedroom.
Just then, the door to the room diagonally opposite creaked open, and Cynthia, wearing only a silk nightgown, came out.
Her blonde hair hung down in a slightly messy manner, with a few strands even drifting in front of her azure eyes and bright red lips, making her gaze half-hidden and her lips half-open, appearing extremely alluring in the dim and ambiguous environment.
The neckline of the silk nightgown was very low, and both the snow-white skin and the cleavage were reflected in Klein's eyes.
... Klein almost looked up at the ceiling to escape the intense stimulation.
Calm down, calm down, you are Amyrius Rieveldt... and you've seen Witch before... Compared to the " Disease Maiden," this lady's charm is clearly not enough... Wait, why am I thinking about Witch? Who knows if they were men or women before... Klein maintained his gaze, even "amusingly" looking her up and down again.
At that moment, he could feel that primal desire, but his lower body remained completely still...
"Is this the second manifestation of the temporary contract? Actually, Amyrius doesn't need to go through all that trouble. Even if I feel impulsive, I can control myself... What haven't I seen?"
"Hmm... Cynthia is a little different from what's recorded in the files. Wasn't it said that she'd only been Amyrius's mistress for a year or two, and that she rarely saw him, making her rather reserved in that area, with the general always having to coax her? Why does she seem to be actively seducing him today?"
"Did she sense the instability of her position, or was she replaced as well?" Ever since becoming " Faceless," Klein sees everyone as fake.
Cynthia lowered her eyes, and the courage she had forced herself to muster gradually disappeared under Amyrius's scrutiny. Her face gradually flushed a breathtaking blush, and she felt both ashamed and slightly proud.
Then, she heard the general calmly give the order:
Prepare some coffee for me and put it in the study.
I have a lot to take care of tonight, you don't need to wait for me.
"..." Cynthia looked up blankly, her face still flushed with embarrassment.
She couldn't understand Amyrius's words for a moment.
Klein took a quiet breath, stepped forward, hugged the other person, and gently kissed their forehead:
I'll spend more time with you in a few days.
This response was based on available information; he simply changed the wording slightly.
To be honest, if Klein hadn't known beforehand, he would have assumed that Amyrius would also have a stern face and be very serious in everything he said and did when he was with his mistress or in bed. However, this Demigod also had a gentle and flirtatious side, though he wasn't very good at sweet talk.
This made him realize something else: many people can't imagine what he's like in private just by looking at the surface. The " Faceless " must conduct thorough investigations and have a full understanding to create a real disguise, just like Magician doesn't perform without preparation.
Cynthia showed obvious disappointment, but quickly composed herself and forced a smile, saying:
"OK.
"General, your pajamas are in the room; a bathrobe isn't suitable for handling matters."
This matches the information; she's quite considerate and understanding... Klein watched Cynthia turn and go inside, ringing the bell. He then took the opportunity to take off his bathrobe and change into a dark red nightgown and matching pajama bottoms.
Cynthia opened the study door attentively, tidied up the slightly messy table, and then waited for the maid to make coffee before personally taking it and bringing it in.
During this process, Klein flipped through the documents and materials, pretending to be very professional. In reality, he knew almost nothing about the data and design concepts of ships such as ironclad warships and sailing battleships, and was practically illiterate.
In similar fields, he only knew concepts such as aircraft carriers, air superiority, giant ships with heavy artillery, and multiple turrets.
Seeing Cynthia silently leave and close the door behind her, Klein breathed a sigh of relief, knowing he had gotten through the night.
In the master bedroom, Cynthia pursed her lips, took out the necklace from under her pillow, and held the small, black rhinoceros horn-shaped object, no bigger than a fingertip, tightly in her palm.
She stood there and prayed softly:
"Great Mother Tree of Desire, please make me more alluring, make Amyrius even more infatuated with me, let him experience ultimate pleasure from me, and give me a child..."
In the quiet study, Klein rustled through the pile of documents in front of him, selecting the simple ones according to the processing methods in the documents, and quickly signed his name, Amyrius Rieveldt. The reason he could imitate handwriting was because " Faceless " could remember the characteristics of the target, and " The Clown " provided him with precise control.
For the more complex and less understandable parts, Klein wrote similar comments:
"Let's look into it further."
After working until the early hours of the morning, Klein covered his mouth with his hand and yawned slightly.
No, I need to get some sleep. There are still many challenges tomorrow, and I need to maintain my energy... Klein thought for a moment and gave up on the idea of going back to the master bedroom.
He raised his right hand, pressed down on his two half-closed eyes, and pulled them down sharply, moving them to the sides of the middle of his nose.
Next, Klein split two slits in the original location of the eyes and used flesh and blood to create a pair of fake eyes.
After becoming a " Faceless," I'm really becoming more and more like Monster... If only I had this kind of amazing skill when I was in school... He sighed silently, and just like that, half-bent over, his real eyes closed and his fake eyes open, he "looked" at the documents and fell asleep.
The Clown's unique nature allowed him to instinctively maintain his balance, remaining motionless like a marble statue.
After an unknown amount of time, Klein suddenly awoke from his dream, sensing a force trying to pull him into a deep sleep and invade it!
Who? I haven't done anything lately, why would someone want to enter my dream? No, I am now Amyrius Rieveldt... Klein's heart stirred, and he immediately changed his appearance, becoming that Demigod even in a dream.
At the same time, he felt his consciousness tightening, as if he were hiding from something.
This is different from a normal Dream Divination. I've clearly regained my senses and can break free and wake up on my own, but I just can't get out of the dream... Klein discovered even more strange things after a little experiment.
He knew perfectly well that he was sleeping, and he could sense and Manipulation his body outside of the dream, but no matter what he did, he couldn't wake up!
Immediately afterwards, a blur of white mist filled his vision, condensing into an indistinct figure.
Klein narrowed his eyes, his mind piercing through the dream, causing his physical body to move silently. He then placed his hand in his pocket and touched the " Ninth Law " talisman.
At this moment, the blurry figure calmly spoke:
"Don't get involved in Aston's business."
This is a warning.
... That's impressive, actually warning a Demigod... What exactly are Aston and the others planning? Klein pondered for a moment, then slightly extended his Spirituality, allowing the " Ninth Law " talisman to exude a profound majesty. He then imitated it, expressing a similar feeling in the dream, and spoke in a deep voice:
"Who are you?
Whom do you represent?
The blurry figure paused for a moment, then sighed and laughed:
"As expected of ' The Law Weaver ' Amyrius, he managed to remain conscious even under such circumstances."
No, no, no, Amyrius may be called the " Law Weaver," but he's not good at things like that. You should say, as expected of Lord " The Fool "... Klein muttered to himself, then said seriously:
Answer my question.
The blurry figure chuckled softly and said:
You don't need to know who I am.
"As a Demigod, you should be well aware that everything has its Fate, and every era is no exception."
"Do not defy the Fate of an era, its tide; you will only become a victim of history."
The Fate of the times, the tide of the times, the victims of history... Upon hearing this, Klein suddenly recalled a term:
" The Hermits of Fate "!
But Klein didn't speak, didn't utter those words, because Amyrius had been the subject of his revelations for the past few days.
Seeing that " The Law Weaver " Amyrius had fallen silent, the blurry figure said nothing more, transformed back into wisps of white mist, and vanished from the dream world.