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Dream Revelation

As soon as Klein left the Midnight Church underground, he ended up thinking that he still had to go to the Divination Club, so he didn't even go near the break room where Leonard and Rozanne were.

Klein knew he probably wouldn't be able to leave the headquarters today if the two started insisting that he had to play cards with them or divine some other gossip.

Besides, he would still be back later. When he arrived, the first person he saw was Glacis, who immediately greeted him.

— Mr. Moretti, I regret not having listened to you when you said that I should see a doctor. Luckily, there's a miracle apothecary on the street where I live, it's on. — Glasis said enthusiastically.

— It was a miracle medicine! If it weren't for that, I might have lost my life! — He emphasized.

More miraculous than normal methods? I think this Apothecary might get a friendly visit from a Beyonder squad in a while if you keeps talking about this... — Klein satirized in his mind calmly.

— I'm glad you're feeling better. — he smiled gently.

After exchanging information about this Apothecary and where he was selling his products, Glacis seemed to remember something.

— Mr. Moretti, I want a divination. — he didn't miss the opportunity to ask.

Since they were already close to the Topaz Room, they quickly reached the place where Klein had left his pendulum next to some tarot cards.

The moment Glacis sat down, he began to explain:

— I've managed to get a valuable business opportunity from a man named Lanevus. He was generous enough to offer a good deal that I couldn't refuse. But if this doesn't turn out well, my family and I will take a considerable hit.

— Mr. Glacis, could you give me a little more detail? — Klein asked calmly.

Seemingly thinking about the deal, Glacis rearranged his words and spoke about the gold mine Lanevus had found in Hornacis Mountain.

Hornacis? Not exactly the best place to go...

Did this man consider the pile of worms in the peak of the Hornacis Mountain Range?

The Hanged Man said that even Churches don't go near that place... I'm sure this Lanevus is a charlatan. — Klein sneered in his mind.

...

After the astrolabe pointed out that this business would be extremely harmful, Angelica thoughtfully approached Klein who was drinking tea.

— Mr. Moretti, there is someone here who wants your divination.

She looked at the entrance hall and added:

— He didn't read the album or listen to the recommendations.

What? In less than a day? — Klein turned his gaze to the person who was entering.

It was a blond-haired man holding a gold-encrusted cane. His nose was aquiline and his face very familiar.

It's Joyce Meyer... The one who went through a great ordeal... — Klein thought silently. He smiled, greeting him:

— Good afternoon, Mr. Meyer.

— Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti. — Joyce sat across from Klein in the topaz room. — Thank you for the advice you gave Anna. She can't stop saying how magical you are.

— There's no need to thank me. I haven't changed at all. If it weren't for your heart, you wouldn't have been able to survive your ordeal. — Klein laughed.

For a moment, he satirized in his mind:

Does that count as mutual professional praise?

Joyce Meyer sighed deeply, leaning her golden cane on the table.

— Even now, I can't forget what I saw at the Alfalfa massacre. The scattered bodies of my former comrades who suddenly went mad…

He began to speak sincerely about everything that had happened, how he almost died, until at one point, his voice faltered:

— I spent some time reminiscing about our time with Nast's pirates. But at some point on that trip back, everything turned into a sea of blood... I can only dream about it...

— I can't explain it, people started killing each other until everything turned into a bloodbath... At some point Younis Kim almost fell into that sea of battle and I held his hand and almost fell with him, but there was someone holding my hand...

— I couldn't pull Younis Kim, so I let go of his hand and soon after I fell... I tried to hold on to something, but the person holding me had let go.

— Dreams can be a reflection of your subconscious psychological state. But they can also be warnings. — Klein spoke in an enigmatic tone.

— I have no remorse for having let go of Younis Kim's hand. — Joyce spoke with certainty in her trembling tone — I read in the newspapers, he was a murderer and brutally raped several men and women, I couldn't even finish talking to him without vomiting from what he said about his crimes. A horrible person in every sense... Even if I had another chance, I would let go of his hand again.

— I understand that you feel no remorse, but those people on Alfalfa's ship once offered you help and saved you, and they suddenly became bloodthirsty and treacherous. It could be that you are unsure about the person who let go of your hand and whose face you don't remember. — Klein pointed to the question.

Joyce fell back into his chair looking confused, his eyes widened in fear and horror.

He took a deep breath, his voice barely coming out of his throat:

— Mr. Tris…

Tris…?! — Klein immediately remembered the person the Mandatory Punishers were looking for at the Evil Dragon Bar.

It was a young man named Tris who had been recognized by an informant from the Order Hunters who was talking to Swain!

— He was a kind young man, he even helped me escape from…

As he listened to Joyce finish speaking in his reverie, Klein couldn't help but think of the incident of the Alfalfa massacre.

I'm sure something extraordinary happened... Tris was involved in this... — he judged, looking at Joyce who had already stood up.

With a calmer face, the blond-haired man thanked her honestly:

— Thank you very much, Master Moretti.

Master? — Klein laughed in his heart as he picked up his pendulum from the table.

..

Just as he was ready to get up and leave for the Church of Saint Selena to tell the captain what he had discovered, Klein heard the door being opened by Angelica who seemed somewhat a little more cheerful.

— Mr. Moretti, there is a one person who wants your divination. He is a young man of at least twenty years old, it seems he wants to find something that was lost. It must probably be some advice from what you said— she smiled.

— Alright. — Klein nodded politely.

There are too many people coming here today... — he thought with a bit of confusion.

He had divined for Anna, Joyce, and Glacis, sowho could it be?

When Angelica went to call the boy, Klein started to fiddle with some tarot cards that were beside him before placing them on the table again.

When the young man entered, Klein's heart almost sank.

One eye was a crimson color while the other was a dark blue, they seemed as empty as they were shiny.

His skin was tanned and his dark brown hair with lighter tips reached his shoulders. This time, he wore a cape more like a cloak in black and dark red and shades of blue like an ancient wizard.

His clothes were shades of black and the same colors as his eyes. In one of his ears was an exotic feather earring.

The bizarre boy from the World card! What is he doing here...? — Klein held back his urge to frown..

— It really was you, sir. — the young man gave a gentle smile — good evening, Mr. Klein.

I would like a divination. This guy is not normal at all... Speaking of which, why me? The title "The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck." only brings me more bad luck… — Klein thought in a deprecating tone.

He remembered the terrifying vision he had seen when he touched the boy's tarot card and couldn't help but feel apprehensive.

It could have been a child carrying some kind of artifact without knowing it back then, but it was equally likely to be something else disconcerting.

Now, this boy had appeared at an older age in just a few weeks.

The air seemed calmer, as if it had been covered by a thick veil of mist.

— Good evening, what kind of divination do you want? —Klein spoke as if there was nothing wrong.

The young man gave a brief laugh before looking at him with a somewhat serene and somewhat indiscernible gaze.

— My old friend is very paranoid. He's always reading stories in various books like a fanatic. There's also another one who's traveling as usual and I was just coming to Tingen to check something out.

— When I arrived at your door that day, it was because I had some things to do in this city and I thought of an old acquaintance, my... Master, who guided me. My fanatical friend reads many stories that we heard in some meetings with him.

the way the young man's eyes stared at Klein and the entire room seemed creepy and normal at the same time.

The man smiled, his voice seemed to sound ancient as if he was remembering something from a long time ago:

— One of the ancient myths that I was most interested in was the myth of creation. The Creator divided himself into everything that exists. He divided himself into all-powerful deities, extraordinary beings and humans...

— The Creator was nothingness, and at the same time everything. He was the pure sky and the vile underworld, the history of everything and the immemorial times to come, reason and madness, chaos and order... He fell into a deep sleep.

— However, the story that interested me most was a very specific one, that spoke about those who lived in the Second Epoch, The Dark Ages.

What a strange description… — Klein felt his mind ache a little, as if those words seemed to make too much sense.

— The last time I saw my master, a friend pointed out something important about destiny. I was wondering if you could just check my future with tarot cards. — The young man spoke, looking directly at him.

His face gave the impression that he was some kind of ancient magican or mage of past ages, he seemed to have an imperturbable calm and mystery covered him completely.

Why don't you go find your teacher to check it out yourself? — Klein retorted internally as he reached out to grab the deck of tarot cards.

— Are you sure? I may not be the best fit for the job. I'm just a fortune teller. — he replied, hoping that the young man would give up.

— Well, just a fortune teller? Mr. Klein, we can say that perhaps you are just a fortune teller who can divine complicated matters. If this is how the story goes, then I am just a young man begging you to perform a simple divination. — The young man laughed heartily, his gentle tone always seeming calm.

This... — Klein shivered from the bottom of his heart.

This guy knew there was something wrong with him!

— I will pay you back with a good sum. — The young man did not hesitate to put a few pounds on the table at the same time.

Are you trying to bribe me? Who are you? I have never seen you in my life… — The corners of Klein's mouth rose indiscernibly, almost in disbelief at the absurdity in front of him.

As if reading his mind, the young man replied with an innocent smile:

— I am just a child. And you… A fortune teller who can glimpse the stars in the sky.

— Okay. — Klein replied calmly, sighing internally.

He began to shuffle the cards before placing them in front of the young man.

When the boy took out the cards and spoke unhurriedly:

— The Tower and The Moon.

— In the second deck came, The World and...

— Card number 0, The Fool.

A shiver ran down Klein's spine.

That card was appearing again!

The Fool... Why is this appearing again...? — he wondered in horror.

Klein forced himself to discard all the terrified thoughts and began to explain to the boy with all the little calm he had left:

— The meaning of the Tower and the Moon together can be a calamity for you or some ordeal where illusions and uncertainties are increased. But trusting yourself is necessary to get through periods of confusion.

— You must know the meaning of the other two.

— Of course, it makes sense. In these times my fanatic friend has been telling me about some stories. It's a shame that everything can naturally be a madness full of disorder in this world. — the young man nodded slightly, looking completely enigmatic.

— I hope you can get through your troubles. — Klein spoke simply.

— Thank you very much. I hope your dreams are more peaceful than the complete chaos last time. — The young man stood up, but did not leave the room.

Dreams...? — Klein's smile froze.

— That man was lucky that someone else realized how bad it would be to try to invade his mind with normal methods. Well, she certainly expected it. — The young man sat down again, seeming to notice Klein's apprehension. — Don't worry. No one but us can hear the conversation.

So he was the one who entered my dreams and looked at the Captain, expelling him from the dream...?

It was no coincidence that the letter ended up inside the dreams... But he said that it was someone else who realized that there was something wrong with me...

If he came to me on the day of my transmigration, then he must have noticed something unusual since I arrived, but he waited patiently until something happened... — Klein turned his gaze to the young man who still had a serene expression on his face.

— The Priest of Light has completely lost his sanity. Looking directly at a mythical form and then looking directly at a bunch of corruption in the sky can be harmful. — The young man looked as serene as a lake.

What? Corruption… What would a mythical form be? — Klein almost frowned in confusion and suspicion.

— This won't happen again with your dreams, but you must be careful. — The corners of the young man's mouth curved into a smile.

— Why are you here? — Klein asked carefully.

— There's no point in trying to delay the inevitable. Besides, I felt by intuition that it was time to see you and I thought it would be better to come directly to you than to play games so that this conversation could happen. — The young man admitted with a somewhat cloudy and calm look.

He stood up again, this time heading towards the door while playing with an ancient-looking coin that had appeared in his hands at some point.

— Unfortunately, I don't have much time to stay here. Consider that letter from before a gift in case something goes wrong with your plans. We'll meet again in the near future.

Stopping again, he turned around. The young man's face had a calm expression, his thoughts a mystery.

— Now I remember that I didn't even say my name. How rude of me. My name is Aeron, just a wandering miracle worker.