564 Knowledge Pursuer (1/2)
As Klein's spirituality made contact, the constantly expanding and contracting crimson ”star” presented the images and sounds contained within.
A black-haired woman in a classical robe had fallen to the ground, writhing in pain.
She held an ordinary-looking celestial globe in one hand, and in the other, she held a short scepter that wasn't even the length of a small arm. Her strong will to survive almost broke through the binding of the crimson stars and directly entered Klein's ears.
Like Justice and The Sun, this woman's figure appeared rather blurry, making it difficult to discern her exact appearance, but there were some things Klein could clearly see, such as her facial features, such as her splitting cheek muscles and the flesh inside that was contracting into eyeballs. Other features included her ears stretching outwards like a trumpet, or her fingers which were scratching at the floor to create bright streaks of blood, as well as a pair of cold, lashless eyes that were almost transparent and were situated above her.
The black-haired girl's mutation didn't decline. Her body was tenaciously healing itself, causing the flesh and blood which resembled an eyeball to melt away. Her ruptured muscles fused together, and her extended ears shrunk inward... Every detail was in a repetitive see-saw-like struggle between the two states.
Klein was dazzled by the illusory, lashless eyes. It was as if he had returned to Tingen, back to the time when he had first mastered Spirit Vision.
Back then, he had seen a pair of eyes like that on Old Neil's back!
Hidden Sage? Klein leaned back in his chair, stretched out his hand, and took hold of the Sea God Scepter that once again flew out of the junk pile.
He planned to lend a helping hand and smite those evil eyes with a few bolts of lightning.
However, after careful examination, he sharply realized that the black-haired woman's abnormality had stemmed from the crazy ravings that no one else could hear. This was because the source of everything was in her ears, deep within her Spirit Body, her Soul Body!
It's very similar to the situation when Miss Magician suffers from the ravings of the full moon... Fortunately, I'm experienced; otherwise, I would've given the wrong response... Klein thought for a moment and thought of a way to save her. It was to pull her Spirit Body above the gray fog and directly block out the crazy ravings. As long as the source of the power was gone, the mutation would be quickly dealt with by the lady's self-recovery powers.
As for whether she was worth saving, or if she harbored malicious intentions, the current him was no longer as troubled as he was in the past.
If the black-haired lady had committed a heinous crime to a certain degree and had already established a connection with the mysterious space above the gray fog through the crimson star, Klein could give her a few lightning bolts at any time and let her be thrown back to where she belonged.
If she really has any kind of malicious intentions, or if she causes any accidents, I, who possess the Sea God Scepter, the Dark Emperor card, and am capable of using the gray fog's power to some degree, wouldn't lack the ability to resist... Klein held onto the white bone scepter in his right hand and pointed at the remote star.
His spirit energy surged and poured into the crimson red light that was like flowing water.
This time, he was able to establish the mysterious and stable connection with ease.
The black-haired lady's figure instantly appeared at the side of the long bronze table, sitting on a chair that didn't belong to any of the current members of the Tarot Club.
As for Klein, he could see from the final image of the crimson stars that the mutation on her body had weakened significantly.
He nodded indiscernibly, patiently waiting for the other party to speak.
The black-haired lady was still somewhat adrift. One second, she was struggling in extreme pain, with her vision gradually turning black, and the next second, she was inside a towering domed palace. Beneath her was an endless and silent gray fog that extended outwards endlessly. How couldn't she be taken aback?
After a brief moment of silence, she turned her gaze to the figure leisurely sitting at the very end of the mottled long table. She asked with an ethereal voice, ”Is this the Underworld?”
”You aren't dead.” Klein laughed.
At this moment, he saw that the symbol tainted with starlight quickly changed on the back of the black-haired lady's high- back chair, forming a pair of eyes that contained countless resplendent stars. They were cold and indifferent, and they lacked eyelashes.
Based on his past experiences, he believed that this was a symbol representing the Mystery Pryer pathway.
The black-haired lady froze, gradually regaining her senses.
Instinctively, she scanned her surroundings before finally casting her gaze at the mysterious man shrouded behind the gray fog.
White shirt, tailcoat, no tie, black pants, bright leather boots, seemingly black hair, and a blurry appearance. There's nothing strange about this... He casually holds a milky-white scepter that's slightly longer than an arm in his hand, and that scepter... The black-haired lady's pupils contracted as the depths of her eyes reflected, in its entirety, the blue ”gemstones” and the aura of a storm from the surroundings that it stirred. Furthermore, there were countless points of light that surrounded it, giving it a holy and majestic feeling.
It's a scepter at the demigod level! He's playing with it like it's a toy... He doesn't care about it at all... The lady in black narrowed her eyes and cautiously asked, ”How may I address you?”
”You may call me Mr. Fool,” the experienced Klein answered.
The Fool... The black-haired lady ruminated over the word before asking with deliberation, ”I've heard of your honorific name from the Aurora Order's Mr. Z.”
She waited for his assertion or denial.
You know the Aurora Order's Mr. Z... He can be considered an old friend... Klein laughed but didn't reply; instead, he said,
”Do you not plan on introducing yourself?
”This is the most basic of etiquette.”
The black-haired lady recalled what had happened to her and fell silent again.
After a few seconds, she said in a slightly muffled voice, ”My name is Cattleya, and I have the nickname 'Admiral of Stars.' ”Mr. Fool, were you the one who saved me?”