As his gaze moved upwards, Klein roughly discerned the source of the footsteps.
She was a woman, wearing beige trousers for easy movement and a pair of not-too-short black leather boots, but on top of that she wore a light brown knee-length skirt, the hem of which fell diagonally, showing a bit of unruliness and elegance.
This outfit instantly gave Klein a feeling of being back on Earth, because no country, whether it Loen, Intis Feysac, Feynapotter, Lenburg, Masin, or West Balam, had ever seen a similar style!
Klein looked up faster and finally saw the woman's face:
She had long, naturally flowing chestnut hair, straight eyebrows that extended perfectly, and deep, azure eyes that seemed to encapsulate a condensed ocean.
She possessed outstanding beauty, but that wasn't what was most striking. What impressed people most was the natural nobility she exuded in her demeanor and the air of a person who had long held a high position. Klein even subconsciously wanted to lower his head and avoid eye contact.
And she's very tall, about the same height as my Klein Moretti... Klein added to himself.
After fully absorbing the " Faceless " Potion, he increasingly realized that the self is a combination of personality, experiences, cognition, and various interpersonal relationships. Appearance and physique are types that can be changed at will. Therefore, as long as he clearly knows who he is, he doesn't mind using the word "state" to describe the physical characteristics of each of his previous identities. In any case, each change of the " Faceless " is fixed and requires no additional maintenance. In other words, even without the corresponding extraordinary abilities, he can still maintain the appearance of Gehrman Sparrow.
That's why he could actually make Klein Moretti grow taller.
Tap, tap, tap, the woman who gave off a condescending air walked step by step to the opposite side of Klein, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
"We meet again," the woman said in a soft but emotionless tone.
That voice, that way of speaking... it sounds familiar... Klein had a flash of inspiration and vaguely grasped the source of that familiarity.
The images of the other person approaching immediately flashed through his mind, finally settling on those black leather boots!
This... it's her! Klein suddenly recalled the relevant scene:
When he infiltrated the Kingdom Museum in spirit form and took the " Black Emperor " card, he encountered a Demigod at the scene. The demigod was sitting at the top of a wooden staircase between tall bookshelves, with his feet, clad in black leather boots, dangling in mid-air!
He reverted to his Sherlock Moriarty identity, and after being chased by Devil Dog and screaming for help, he encountered a forest road woven from green pea vines. Forced to follow the carriage, he drove all the way up into the air and saw outside the window a hammock-like chair made of pea vines and a pair of feet wearing black leather boots!
It's her! How could she appear in this dream world, in this sea? And, and she even said we've met "again"—I'm Gehrman Sparrow now! Amidst a flurry of thoughts, Klein responded indifferently:
We've never met before.
So what if Demigod? As long as they're not Angel, I can use the " Sea God Scepter " to put up a fight in this dream world! Klein silently encouraged himself.
The woman with long, elegant eyebrows sat opposite him, slightly raised her chin, and stared at Klein for two seconds before saying:
"Is that so, Mr. Black Emperor, the chivalrous thief..."
With a bang, Klein's thoughts were struck by lightning, shattering into countless small, chaotic fragments, with no clear focus.
She... she knows I'm the chivalrous thief " Black Emperor "?
She recognized me as the spirit who stole the Card of Blasphemy from the Kingdom Museum?
This... this is impossible!
Wait, why did she call me the Robin Hood " Black Emperor "? If she had called me " Sherlock Moriarty," I would have been even more shocked, and might have even struggled to hide my expression...
A series of thoughts flashed through his mind, but Klein instinctively controlled his facial muscles and calmly spoke:
I don't understand what you're saying.
The woman, whose attire differed from any current fashion trend, didn't repeat herself or offer any explanation. Instead, she stated in a straightforward tone:
"Your identity as Gehrman Sparrow was provided by me."
... Klein felt a chill run down his spine, realizing he had absolutely no secrets from the other person.
The identity of Gehrman Sparrow was fabricated by Miss Sharron through her channels... Is this woman, this Demigod, her channel?
By the way, Miss Sharron mentioned that someone in her circle is investigating the true identity of the rogue " Black Emperor," promising to fulfill a reasonable request to the completer, with material restrictions limited to those below the High-Sequence...
According to Miss Sharron's description, the client was roughly over 1.7 meters tall, with a good figure, long chestnut hair, and liked to wear black leather boots. Hmm, isn't that the person across from me...? I immediately suspected she was the Demigod I met in the Kingdom Museum, and she knew perfectly well that I had taken the " Black Emperor " card...
Thoughts flashed through his mind, and Klein was momentarily at a loss for words, so he remained silent.
The woman, whose chin wasn't pointed but had a slight curve, didn't continue with the question about Gehrman Sparrow. She glanced at the frozen Twilight outside the window and said:
"While you were in the Rorsted Archipelago, Nast Solomon's ' Black Emperor ' also appeared in that area."
"I think you should know what this means, Mr. Thief."
Seeing that the other party had not only exposed his identity but also provided a line of reasoning and evidence, Klein had no choice but to smirk and say:
" The Law of Beyonder Characteristics Convergence."
The woman opposite him softened her expression slightly, as if a hint of a smile had appeared.
"You really are the chivalrous thief ' Black Emperor '."
... So you weren't sure... You just listed the clues and showed a confident attitude... How could she be so certain just now? Did she have any supporting evidence that she didn't show? Klein felt a pang of annoyance and was extremely puzzled.
The lady, who had long held a high position, didn't say much more, but looked at the bookshelf and said:
"You discovered the bookmark was the ' Black Emperor ' brand through his diary?"
A diary... This lady also knew that the so-called Roselle's Notes were a diary... Klein paused, then remained silent.
"You didn't go to get that notebook just now because you sensed something?" the woman asked again.
This... Klein suddenly realized something and decided not to answer but to ask a question in return, so that he would no longer be so passive and no longer have to just follow the other party's rhythm.
He looked into the woman's deep blue eyes and spoke directly:
"Are you the mysterious person who was secretly watching me aboard the ' Future '?"
The beautiful but unapproachable woman answered frankly:
"Yes, even Cattleya doesn't know I've already quietly boarded the ' Future,' and yet you were able to detect... the ' Clown's' premonition of danger?"
After observing me for a while, and combining that with the information I had gathered, she was pretty sure I was the " Faceless," the " Magician "... Judging from her tone, she seemed quite familiar with the " Admiral of Stars "... A high-ranking member of the " Moss Ascetic Order," or perhaps that " Mystery Queen "? Klein nodded and said:
"Right."
The woman raised her chin again, a slight smile playing on her lips.
"A normal ' Clown ' wouldn't have this level of premonition of danger, even at Sequence 5."
She discovered something special again... This... She seems quite knowledgeable about the " Seer's " methods... So, it's because of a slight influence from the Gray Fog's power that I can have intuitive premonitions in non-dangerous situations? Klein didn't give her a chance to speak again, and asked in a deep voice:
" Anderson Hood heard the sound of Door Opening and footsteps deep within the mural hall. Was that yours?"
"You mean that Hunter who's been plagued by Misfortune?" the woman opposite asked thoughtfully.
"Hmm." Klein nodded.
"It really is me." The woman opposite paused for a second. "Tell that Hunter a prophecy: the most deadly dangers often lurk in the most ordinary aspects of life."
What do you mean? Seeing that the other party didn't seem inclined to explain, Klein carefully asked again:
"You're the one who made me appear in ' The Saint of Darkness's ' dream?"
The woman opposite him brushed her long chestnut hair aside and said in a soft yet indifferent voice:
"This is not hard to guess."
"Through this dream, I'm certain that you took the relics of the sea serpent from Kavithua."
"You appeared in spirit form just like last time, took the item from Jahn Kottman, and then disappeared? Hmm, you were also carrying the ' Black Emperor ' card."
Klein didn't respond to that topic, but instead asked:
"Are you the ' Mystery Queen '?"
"Many people call me that," the woman opposite replied calmly.
Really... this lady's bounty is a whopping 650,000 pounds, enough for the entire country of Loen! Klein silently gasped.
"Madam, what can I do for you?"
The " Mystery Queen " looked at him with her azure eyes for several seconds before saying:
"I hope you can share with me the method of deciphering the script created by Emperor Roselle. I can fulfill most of your requests."
Klein neither confirmed nor denied it, and chuckled as he said:
"Could you perhaps provide me with the corresponding High-Sequence Potion recipe?"
The " Mystery Queen," with her restrained yet undiminished aura, looked at him and said:
"Your Fate lies on the summit of the Hornacis Mountain Range."
This... Klein was utterly shocked.
His eyes flickered slightly, and as he pondered the question, the " Mystery Queen " stood up:
"When you need some help or a few clues about ' Card of Blasphemy,' tell me the answer."
She turned around and walked deeper into the clean and spacious library. One step, two steps, her figure grew fainter and fainter until she disappeared.
The entire library collapsed immediately, and after a moment of disorientation, Klein found himself back in the hall filled with magnificent murals.
Anderson stared at him, speechless, and blurted out in astonishment:
"Where did you come in from?"
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