Chapter 181: A False Alarm

Chapter 181: A False Alarm

Hearing Anderson’s question, Klein did not know how to answer for a moment. He could hardly tell the man that he had fallen out of a dream suspected to belong to the Queen of Mysteries.

He looked indifferently at the unlucky “Strongest Hunter,” raised his right hand, and pointed upward.

“So that’s how it is…” Anderson Hood nodded, as though enlightened.

Just what exactly did you think of…? Even I don’t know what I was trying to express… Klein’s mouth moved almost imperceptibly. He changed the subject, recalling what had just happened.

“I met someone earlier…”

“Not someone we know? Not a member of the Future? The one who previously opened a door and walked out from the depths of this hall?” Anderson suddenly grew excited.

This fellow has none of the bearing of the Strongest Hunter. He’s practically a tabloid reporter chasing a hot story… Klein lampooned silently. Without answering, he said directly, “She asked me to pass you a prophecy.”

“She… what prophecy?” Anderson was somewhat surprised.

If I were using the identity of Klein Moretti right now, I’d answer, “Sorry, I forgot. She only said it once”… Klein imagined a prank that would never happen, then said in a low voice, “The deadliest danger is often hidden in the most ordinary life.”

Anderson listened seriously. Then he hissed and said, “That sentence is simply too true! I nearly drank myself stupid earlier. Who could have imagined that most of the alcohol aboard the Future had something wrong with it?”

He pondered for a few more seconds and asked, not fully reassured, “That’s all?

“You didn’t forget any details, or any crucial words?”

I feel like you’re provoking me… Klein ignored Anderson Hood and walked to the entrance of the mural hall, looking out toward Frank, Nina, and the others outside.

Earlier, in the library, the Queen of Mysteries had suddenly pointed out that he was the Hero Bandit “Black Emperor,” inevitably placing him in a passive position. Then he had tried to disrupt the other party’s rhythm and not follow her baton. Therefore, his mind had remained extremely tense the entire time. All his thoughts had been focused on how to respond and how to clash in words. He had neither the time nor the opportunity to review the entire process and dig out details he had failed to savor. Now, at last, he had that leisure.

“First, the most important question—the one I must immediately figure out—is this: to what extent does the Queen of Mysteries understand my identity and Roselle’s diary?

“Mm… She thinks I possess a method to interpret the script Emperor Roselle created, not the script itself. Although the difference between those two meanings isn’t too great, it is enough to prove that she has no way of imagining, and no clues pointing toward, the deeper layer of truth that both the Emperor and I are transmigrators.

“Miss Sharron isn’t a newcomer who has only just entered mysticism circles or only just encountered complicated matters. When she looked for someone to help forge an identity for me, she couldn’t possibly have revealed who the commissioner was. And the photograph I provided used Gehrman Sparrow’s appearance…

“In other words, the Queen of Mysteries has not concluded that Sherlock Moriarty equals Gehrman Sparrow. Right. If she had already understood that, then just as I thought earlier, a better way to address me would have been Mr. Sherlock Moriarty, the ‘Black Emperor.’ The blow that would have dealt to my psychological defenses would have been three to five times greater than directly calling me the Hero Bandit ‘Black Emperor.’

“From her perspective, how did she find useful information among all those scattered clues?

“She knew that bookmark was the Black Emperor card, so she linked the ghostlike Hero Bandit ‘Black Emperor’ with the strange spirit body that stole the Card of Blasphemy from the Kingdom Museum. Then, because the King of the Five Seas, Nast, abruptly appeared in the waters of the Rorsted…