At that moment, his back oozed with sweat that soaked his shirt.
What he was most alarmed of wasn’t the words said, but that it directly sounded in his heart and had modulated the voice to sound exactly like his.
Just as Klein thought of this, the familiar yet unfamiliar voice resounded in his mind again.
Then, he heard the voice belonging to himself sound in his mind:
He opened his eyes and looked at Elektra with a tranquil expression.
“I feel like I’ve calmed down.”
He enjoyed lampooning, partially because it was in his character to do so, and partially to enforce his personality. It was ultimately to remind himself who he was, so as not to lose himself to his acting.
Bishop Elektra smiled.
“May the Goddess bless you.”
As he spoke, he took a cup of water from a priest’s hand and passed it to Dwayne Dantès.
Without any explanation needed, Klein knew that it was holy water. He often drank it in the past; hence, hiding his anxiety, he received it in a composed manner and downed it.
A refreshing feeling slushed down his throat, jolting his mind as he became a lot more awake. Even the voice in his mind weakened.
After doing everything, he led Richardson and left the cathedral, riding the carriage back to Böklund Street.
On his trip back, he didn’t feed the pigeons, because an ordinary person who had just encountered something would hardly have the peace of mind to do so.
After returning home, the silent Klein used the excuse of an afternoon nap to dismiss his servants. In his master bedroom’s bathroom, he took four steps counterclockwise and headed above the gray fog.
Passing through the roars and ravings, he didn’t feel his body be purified. He was increasingly certain that the voice in his mind originated from himself. It was a result of being corrupted and agitated, causing a character dissociation.
Sitting in the high-back chair of The Fool, Klein immediately studied his Spirit Body’s situation. He discovered that there were some signs of chaos without it being pure. The corresponding aura colors were somewhat spotted.
After seriously contemplating for two minutes and ignoring the echoing noise in his head, Klein conjured The World Gehrman Sparrow and made him devoutly pray:
“Honorable Mr. Fool… Please inform The Moon that I wish to rent the Mental Terror Candle for half a day. I know he has the means of obtaining it…”
Very early on, his identity as The World had been prepared for Sherlock Moriarty, so Klein wasn’t worried about it.
…
South of the Bridge, Harvest Church.
Emlyn White, who was anticipating his obtaining of Lilith’s Ring in the evening, suddenly saw the endless gray fog and heard The World.
