Chapter 58: Third Movement

Chapter 58: Third Movement

A gray rat… Klein’s eyelid twitched. Without hesitation, he turned and walked back to the semi-open room, leaving it and passing all the way to the master bedroom before entering the bathroom.

Throughout this entire process, he was neither hurried nor slow, as though he were merely repeating something that happened many times every day.

The moment he locked the bathroom door, Klein immediately took four steps counterclockwise, passed through the gray fog where murmurs and roars coexisted, and sat down in the high-backed chair belonging to The Fool.

Before that, he had had his personal valet Enuni, who was standing in the corridor, pray in a low voice to Sea God Kalvetua.

With the help of the corresponding light dot, Klein beckoned over the Sea God Scepter and expanded his vision outward, locking onto the carriage traveling toward Member of Parliament Macht’s residence—No. 39 Böklund Street.

This time, the one leaning against the glass window and leisurely admiring the scenery outside was no longer a gray rat, but a young man wearing a silk top hat and a black windbreaker.

He had black hair and black eyes. His face was thin, his forehead broad. He wore a monocle carved from crystal, and the corners of his lips carried the hint of a smile. He was clearly the Blasphemer, the Angel of Time, the Son of the Creator—Amon!

Although Klein had long prepared himself mentally, his spirit instantly tightened, producing a feeling of coldness running through his entire body.

Amon had clearly appeared in His original form, but having stolen the rat demigod’s fate, in everyone else’s eyes, He was merely a gray rat. No one suspected anything.

This resembled certain abilities of His brother, the Angel of Imagination Adam. The more one thought about it, the more terrifying it became, though its essence was completely different.

If not for the gray fog, if not for having further grasped this place, I would not have discovered Him either… Half glad and half shaken, Klein extended his “vision” outward, searching for Amon’s avatars.

Compared to the grafting of fate, traces of parasitism were relatively clearer.

However, this time, Klein discovered nothing.

Whether it was the other passengers inside the carriage, the horses pulling it, the surrounding trees, or even the air, none had been parasitized!

This is different from what Leonard’s old grandpa said… When one Amon appears, shouldn’t there be many Amons along with Him? He knows He has already been discovered by a Bizarro Sorcerer of the Church of Evernight, and He suspects Böklund Street is under surveillance. So He only sent a single avatar to investigate the situation? Klein guessed as his brows furrowed slightly, somewhat uncertain how to handle this development.

Of course, he remembered Pallez Zoroast saying that as long as one Amon avatar could be resolved, He would be able to clear away every Amon in Backlund. And now, only one Amon existed on Böklund Street. It was precisely a good opportunity to act.

First, I will hear the opinion of this professional… Klein immediately conjured The World, Gehrman Sparrow, at the very bottom of the bronze long table, having him pray with both respect and devotion:

“Great Mr. Fool, please inform Leonard Mitchell that Amon has appeared at 39 Böklund Street, but there is only one…”

While Gehrman Sparrow prayed, Klein did not stop monitoring that carriage. He saw Hazel, wearing a light-colored long dress, step down from it and enter her home’s entrance hall.

Amon, wearing a monocle and a black windbreaker, followed her calmly, without making the slightest concealment. Yet the male and female servants noticed nothing at all, as though what existed behind and to the side of Miss Hazel was merely air—or some inconspicuous creature.

Occasionally, a maid glanced at the floor and was startled, about to scream. But after her mouth opened, she forgot what she wanted to do.

Passing through the entrance hall and walking…