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*Claire is klein’s niece(in this fic. In canon it’s alice(from what wiki says I haven’t read COI)

*There are some hidden hints of Lenk(leoklein), so you can treat it as CB(ship post(?)).

*ooc belongs to the author

*You’re welcome to catch any amons(bugs/errors) in my translation

summary: Claire blinked her brown eyes and said, “This is a gift from you, uncle.”

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The crimson moonlight streamed through the window.

Klein squinted his eyes, yawning like a lazy cat.
Melissa was still reading beside him, the dim light flickering and emitting a warm glow.

“Klein,”

Melissa looked up at her second brother, who looked a little tired, and asked,

“Are you sleepy? How about going to bed now?”

Actually, it was still a while before Klein's normal bedtime, but so much had happened recently that he was too busy to even think about it.

Klein rubbed his brows and thought:

Resting is the most important thing. I can definitely read these books next time.

Just as he was about to say goodnight to Melissa and go to bed, there was a knock on the door.

“Who's there?”

Klein walked over and opened the door. Someone was actually looking for him at this hour.

No, that isn’t necessarily the case.

He opened the door and saw the pale corpse collector, Frye, standing before him.

“Frye?”

Klein wasn't overly surprised; he was simply curious about what was going on.

“Is there something going on at the company?”

Frye nodded, casually glancing around the room. He said to Melissa,

“I'm Klein's colleague.”

Then he said to Klein,

“It's a long story. Come with me first.”

Klein was a little confused. He smiled at Melissa, told her not to worry, and followed Frye out the door.

It was late at night, and the streets were deserted. Only the crimson moonlight shone upon the two of them.

Klein couldn't help but ask out of curiosity,

“So, what happened?”

A slightly odd look appeared on Frye's previously expressionless face. After a moment, he said,

“Klein, do you have a niece?”

“...ah?”

Half an hour ago, Dunn returned to Blackthorn Security Company and brought back a little girl.

The little girl looked about six or seven years old and was very cute.

She looked a bit like Klein, with a gentle brown eye color. She wore an exquisite and beautiful hairpin on her head, an amulet on her chest, and a silver bracelet on her wrist.

Her clothes felt comfortable and soft to the touch, and the workmanship was fine.

It was obvious at a glance that they had cost a lot of money, and she was at least born into a middle-class family.

Dunn picked her up on his way home.

He was afraid that a little girl like her would be harmed by someone with bad intentions, so he brought her back to Blackthorn Security Company.

He led the little girl to the reception room, handed her a candy, and stared at her with his deep gray eyes. He asked,

“What's your name? Why aren't you home at such late hour?”

“My name is Claire Moretti. I don't know. I... maybe I accidentally moved my uncle's things and ended up here... I don't know where I am or how I got here...”

The little girl sat on the chair, shaking her short legs. Her voice became lower and lower, with a hint of guilt that could not be ignored.

Claire Moretti?

Dunn's expression was a bit strange, and even Frye and Leonard, who had just walked in, were stunned.

“Is Klein Moretti your father? And who is your uncle? Where are your parents?”

Claire shook her head and said sweetly,

“No, Klein is my uncle. My father said that he named me in memory of him, but then my uncle came back...”

The little girl paused and changed the subject,

“My father's name is Benson Moretti, and my mother's name is Ruth(Lucy) Moretti.”

Dunn's brow furrowed.

According to his research, Klein's brother, Benson Moretti, didn't have a lover, let alone children.

Leonard happened to be on duty at the company, and upon hearing this, he spoke with a hint of astonishment,

“But, as far as I know, Klein's brother doesn't have a wife?”

Claire looked over with a huge smile on her face, as if she had met someone she trusted. She trotted over, grabbed Leonard's clothes, and shouted,

“Uncle Leonard!”

“?”

Leonard's mind went blank. Not to mention the sudden use of the term “uncle”,

how did Claire know him? He didn't even know Claire.

He was a bit flustered, and only calmed down when he heard the parasite in his body sneer. He opened his mouth and was about to say something when he heard Claire say,

“Huh? Uncle Leonard? Did you get a haircut? Why is it so short?”

Leonard subconsciously replied,

“My hair is always this long.”

“No!”

Claire protested. She gestured to Leonard,

“It was originally... this long!”

Leonard's face was full of questions. Although he didn't usually take care of his hair, it wouldn't be that long.

Claire looked at Leonard's confused expression and seemed to understand something. She touched her hairpin and said angrily,

“You had dinner with us yesterday! Today you're pretending not to know me!”

As she spoke, her voice suddenly trailed off, and tears welled up in her eyes.

“Uncle Leonard, don't you want to play with Claire anymore?”

“No... I didn't...”

Leonard had no experience coaxing children, and a look of embarrassment and panic crossed his pretty face.

Fortunately, Seeka arrived. The author smiled and jokingly said,

“It's not polite for a lady to come here so late at night.”

Then, she strode towards Leonard, picked up Claire, and said softly, somewhat awkwardly,

“It's okay. Your Uncle Klein will be here soon.”

She changed the subject and asked,

“Claire, your hairpin is so beautiful. Who gave it to you?”

Claire stopped crying and answered honestly,

“My uncle gave it to me. I like it too.”

Seeka nodded and looked at Dunn.

“Frye went to call Klein, right? And...”

She paused deliberately and said,

“Captain, have you forgotten that I'm still a single woman? It's better for you to call Mrs. Orianna.”

Dunn smiled helplessly.

“It's not good to call an elderly person so late.”

Fortunately, Seeka didn't care about it. She just didn't know what to do next, so she pushed Claire to Leonard again.

Leonard held Claire in his arms, somewhat at a loss. He was afraid that he would accidentally drop the little girl in his arms.

Even if she wasn't Klein's niece, he would still be afraid...

He was in a trance as he thought of this. He looked into Claire's eyes, her brown pupils moist.

He couldn't help but think of the little seer's brown eyes, which were gentle and like honey.

He looked carefully and found that the little girl's facial features and face shape were somewhat similar to Klein's.

Her face had a little more baby fat, making it look softer.

The parasite inside his body suddenly said

“Huh?”

in his mind. Leonard couldn't bring himself to call the old man in front of Claire, so he looked at Dunn and shouted,

“Captain... She really seems to be Klein's niece. They look quite similar.”

Dunn nodded and said,

“Yes, I noticed that too. Now let's wait for Klein to come and do an...investigation.”

Dunn was mindful of not exposing extraordinary things to ordinary people, even though she was a child and wouldn’t care what adults said.

When Klein arrived, he saw the little girl being held obediently in Leonard's arms.

He subconsciously tapped his brow to activate his spirit vision, and was nearly blinded by the brilliance of the numerous extraordinary items on Claire's body.

Before he could close his clairvoyance, he heard a cheer,

“Uncle! You're here!!”

Claire leaped, trying to escape Leonard's arms. Fearing she'd fall, Leonard was momentarily at a loss.

Klein smiled at him, then reached out and took Claire in his arms, softly saying,

“Why do you think I'm your uncle?”

Claire replied confidently,

“But you are my uncle! If you don't believe me, you can do a divination!”

For a moment, everyone present was stunned. After a silence of about three or four seconds, Klein asked,

“Do you know about the extraordinary?”

“Yes!”

Claire said with a sly smile,

“My first experience with the occult was with Aunt Melissa and you.”

Klein's eyebrows jumped. Melissa...

Under everyone's gaze, he took out a citrine pendulum from his left wrist and began to do divination.

Claire is my niece...

Claire is my niece...

Claire is my niece…

Klein repeated this statememt silently several times before he felt a tugging sensation on his hand.

The pendulum moved happily and vigorously in a clockwise direction.

Claire said angrily,

“See, I told you I'm your niece.”

Klein thought about it and decided to do a divination.

Although he felt that his idea was ridiculous, he thought...

if you couldn't handle something yourself, leave it to the spirit!

(this seems to be a Chinese phrase, I can’t find a translation that makes sense TT)

In front of Claire and everyone else, Klein did another divination.

Claire is from the future...

Claire is from the future...

Claire is from the future...

The silver chain remained motionless, as if Klein hadn't performed any divination.

Claire stood by, a look of sudden enlightenment on her face, along with... a hint of guilt.

Klein looked at the crowd, who had fallen into a state of dementia, and briefly offered a forced smile.

“My divination seems to have been disrupted.”

Dunn came back to his senses and calmly instructed Frye,

“Frye, go file a report to the Holy Cathedral first.”

“Okay.”

Frye turned and left. Then Dunn looked at Claire and said gently,

“I remember you said before that you might have moved something of your uncle's that brought you here. Do you remember what it was?”

Claire felt a little uneasy and her words stumbled.

“It should be...it should be a small box, at least the Extraordinary Characteristics of the Scholar of Yore.”

Hmm? Everyone looked bewildered upon hearing the name Scholar of Yore.

Within his host's head, Pallez sighed and said,

“Sequence Three Seers are called Scholar of Yore.”

“Bang!”

With a loud bang, everyone forgot about what happened before. Leonard smiled mischievously and said,

“Sorry, I almost knocked over the water bottle just now.”

Hehe... As expected...

Just as this thought flashed through Klein's mind, he heard Claire beside him grumble quietly,

“Uncle Leonard is still so careless...”

Klein suppressed his urge to laugh and asked seriously,

“What year was it over there?”

Although he still held onto disbelief, considering he had already transmigrated, it wasn't impossible for Claire to have traveled back from the future...

“1372,”

Claire answered seriously, but her tone quickly turned resentful.

“But uncle, you slept for three years...”

Huh?

Klein's expression was about to crack.

Slept for three years?? This should be the mystical equivalent of sleeping for three years, right?!

He muttered inwardly.

Seeing his expression, Claire thought he didn't believe it, so she said seriously,

“It's true that you slept for three years. Before that, uncle, you slept for almost ten years. This is considered good compared to that. Not to mention that you often fell into a deep sleep later...”

Klein faced the crowd's strange looks and forced a smile,

“Did your uncle stay with you well afterwards?”

Claire thought for a moment and said,

“Uncle will make delicious food! He will also let me play with his tentacles!”

Klein's expression couldn't help but crack once again.

What? What the hell? Tentacles? His?

Suddenly, his mind flashed back to the many strange and bizarre books he'd seen in his past life. He forced his gaze and said in a feigned seriousness,

“Let's not talk about that for now. Let's first discuss why you have so much mystical items on you.”

“Mystical items?”

Claire tilted her head, looking puzzled. Klein coughed lightly and pointed at the hairpin on Claire's head.

“This hairpin...”

He couldn't say that this hairpin almost blinded him.

“Hmm?”

Claire touched the butterfly hairpin on her head and blinked her brown eyes.

“This is a gift from you, uncle.”

“…”

Klein’s expression cracked again.

Dunn took the hairpin, looked it over, and said thoughtfully,

”It doesn't look aggressive at the moment. We'll see when the people from the cathedral arrive.”

Claire sat aside with her knees hugged, pouting and looking unhappy.

All the extraordinary items on her body were taken away, including the talismans and the amulet on her chest.

Claire trusted Klein the most, so even if she was initially reluctant, she reluctantly agreed to her gifts being taken away after her uncle persuaded her.

Dunn stood by, looking thoughtful.

Coming from the future... at first, it seemed absurd, but now, judging by the girl's deep trust in Klein, it wasn't impossible.

He thought of the box Claire had mentioned and silently assessed the level of that extraordinary item in his heart.

Well, at least level one. It seems Klein did quite well in the church later on...

"How many Beyonder characteristics are there?"

Leonard asked casually.

"Three,"

a childish voice echoed. The little girl sat beside him, hugging her knees as she spoke seriously,

"'Seer,' 'Apprentice,' and 'Marauder,' I think? Those are the three. I don't know what their sequence is... but they should be at least three or four."

Oh my god... this... this... this Beyonder characteristic of a Demigod?

Klein felt his outlook on life and the world crumble. Remember, the captain was only a Sequence Seven! He trembled as he performed a divination.

Claire is a Beyonder...

Claire is a Beyonder...

Claire is a Beyonder...

The pendulum, carrying the silver chain, spun slightly counterclockwise.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone's eyes were fixed on him, as if hit by fooling ability of the fool.

Leonard grasped the amulet, feeling a steady flow of warmth, restoring his spirituality. He asked in a trembling voice,

“What about... this?”

Claire blinked and asked doubtfully,

“Isn't it just an ordinary amulet?”

The old voice in his mind sounded the next second, with an inexplicable emotion:

“Hmph... ordinary. The spiritual power in it may not disappear for hundreds or thousands of years.”

Leonard was shocked for a moment, then put it back. The look in his eyes when he looked at Klein and Claire became even stranger.

Klein felt his entire body crawl under the gaze of those green eyes, but Claire, as if she had unlocked some kind of talent, pointed at the pile of extraordinary items and said,

“This bracelet was given to me by Uncle Roselle. He said that if I encounter a problem I can't get rid of, I can use it to distort space or the laws of nature. The side effect is that my brain will become a little dizzy, so I think the hairpin my uncle gave me is better...”

She fell silent, looked at the group of people who looked like stone sculptures, and asked in confusion,

“What's wrong with you?”

Oh my god...

Klein's eyes were glazed over, his mind racing with thoughts.

Wasn't Emperor Roselle dead? Why would he make a bracelet for Claire? No, Roselle and I are from the same hometown. It's only natural to give it to me, to my niece. The key point is, Roselle is dead.

Klein was deeply confused.

Could it be that he was resurrected later?!

Klein was frightened by this thought. He looked at the people around him, their faces filled with deep confusion.

No, huh?

So who will Klein Moretti be in the future?!!

He actually had Emperor Roselle personally make something for him! No, it wasn't for him! It was for his niece!

Leonard's gaze towards his colleague had become incredibly complicated.

Could it be... could it be...

his mind was already a little dizzy.

Is this the protagonist of this era? He was also the protagonist of this era, no less so than Klein. With this thought, he straightened his chest.

Pales stole the thoughts of the host he was parasitizing and fell into silence.

Damn it, not only is there the Origin Castle or rather the mysterious aura, but now there's also a Russell... Why is there so much going on in this small Tingen city!?

Claire looked at everyone's stunned expressions, tilted her head, and asked in a doubtful tone,

“Should I continue?”

“Go on...”

Klein's tone was a little erratic, as if his soul had left his body.

“Oh, okay, where was I just now? Oh, right, I said the hairpin my uncle gave me is even better. Why?”

She boasted somewhat proudly,

“My uncle said that this sealed artifact doesn't have the Beyonder characteristic Law of Aggregation, and it also has the ability to counter divination. It's very useful. If I'm about to be late for school, I can just open a door...”

At this point, she paused awkwardly, looked around, and found that they didn't seem to show any expression of concern about the idea of "being late for school", but their expressions were a little strange...

She muttered to herself, then pointed to a button and said,

“That's what Sister Amani gave me. If anything happens, I can hide myself for at least one minute.”

Hearing the name, Klein's spiritual initiation was slightly piqued. He couldn't figure out why, so he put it aside and continued listening to Little Claire's introduction.

“This was given to me by a bearded uncle. You can use it to enter dreams.”

(The direct translation was ‘You can play with it in dreams’ but it sounds weird so I changed it! Please do tell the right translation that sounds good if you know!)

She said this with a hint of eagerness in her tone, seeming very excited.

“It was so much fun in the dream! But there were a few times when I almost fell out of the dream boundary... Luckily, this belt seemed to have some protective effect...”

She became a little embarrassed as she spoke,

“But my uncle never told me the bearded uncle's name...”

Is it okay to let such a young child run around in dreams alone?!

Klein's eyebrows twitched. His heart nearly jumped into his throat when he heard the words

“Almost fell out of the dream.”

Luckily, it had the protective function.

He breathed a sigh of relief, cursing inwardly,

Why didn't I tell her his name?!

Otherwise, he would definitely curse it in his heart.

Claire changed the subject, pointing to the talismans/charms. She picked out a few and said,

“This is 'Yesterday once more' a charm my uncle gave me. He says it can draw strength from my past self, but it's not for me... It's made with the Time Worm that Grandpa Pales gave me. My uncle never let Mr. Amon... give me the Worm of Time.”

Pallez, Amon... and the Worm of Time...

Dunn pondered the two names. He suddenly remembered that Amon seemed to be a duke from the fourth epoch... and that the Worm of Time might be a manifestation of a mythical creature...

Pallez lost his voice when he heard his name from Claire's mouth.

And there's Amon, there's actually Amon... Amon??

Pallez didn't expect that this kid's new colleague would be related to Amon in the future, and... seemed to have a good relationship with him?

But how did he know...

Pales glanced at the host and directly pushed the conclusion to him.

This kid must have told him!

Otherwise... he either deduced it himself or found out through something...

Pales sighed, this kid's secret is really big!

“This is the 'Slumber Charm', well, it's just as it sounds. And there's also this Fooling Charm. My uncle made it for me using his Spirit worm. Hehe. If you're in danger, you can crush this charm, and it will indiscriminately turn everyone around into idiots...”

Claire excitedly stated that she hadn't actually used the talisman yet!

The people around her were increasingly alarmed as they listened.

This little girl's knowledge of the mysticism was probably even greater than theirs!

And the magical items she possessed were enough to kill a Sequence Nine or Sequence Eight!

For Claire, killing a Sequence Nine was like stepping on an ant...

Pallez was already numb, and only when he heard the term "fooling" did he react.

That kid later became a "fool"?

Can this authority be given to people so casually?

At this time, people from the cathedral came.

“What's your name?”

“Claire Moretti.”

“Are you a Beyonder?”

“No, my uncle won't let me become a Beyonder.”

“Were all these mystical items given to you by your uncle and his friends?”

“I guess so.”

“What are your beliefs?”

“Fool.”

Crestet Cesimir nodded, but then uttered a "Hmm?" He had barely made a single dot of ink on the paper when he heard a name different from the seven orthodox deities. His brow furrowed as he asked seriously,

“Your family doesn't believe in evil gods, do they?”

However, according to investigation, Klein Moretti's entire family was devoted to the goddess.

“No, He's not.”

Claire shook her head like a rattle.

“Uncle... Mr. Fool is a true god. After the apocalypse, he successfully became one of the Seven orthodox deities.”

That short sentence sent a wave of shockwaves through Cesimir's heart.

Apocalypse? So the apocalypse had passed? He remembered Dunn had told him Claire had come from the future, in the year 1372. So, she had survived the apocalypse? And He had become one of the Seven Gods. Then who had perished?

Fool... Fool...

Klein was also listening in. He was now a strong suspect. Although the danger came from the future, the people in the Sanctuary still had their eyes on him.

Hearing the word "Fool," his brows twitched.

Oh, this? Melissa and Benson later knew he was the Fool? And... later, he became a god? He suppressed the shock on his face, as if it was just a momentary illusion.

But why didn't he return after becoming a god? Couldn't he return after becoming a god?

Klein suppressed the bitterness rising in his heart and listened attentively to Cesimir’s questions to his niece.

Cesimir pretended to be casual,

“You don't look nervous at all.”

Claire smiled sweetly and said,

“I was often captured by the church because of these mystical items on me, but I was always released later.”

“Why?”

“Because of my uncle.”

Cesimer raised an eyebrow and glanced at the slightly dazed Klein discreetly.

“What do you mean?”

“Yeah, it's Uncle. When they heard his name, they let me go after a while.”

She smiled shyly.

"But sometimes, if it's in the Church of Evernight, Uncle Leonard will bail me out."

Leonard?

Cesimir thought of the boy with dark hair, green eyes, and a poetic temperament.

He knew that Klein would be very famous in the future, but Leonard?

“Did he also become a deacon later?”

“I don't know about that, but I heard someone calling him His Highness.”

Cecimir's face was undeniably distorted a little.

“What about your uncle?”

Claire said seriously,

“My uncle is in the Church of The Fool. I can't tell you the details.”

Cesimir fell silent, remembering the little girl's words like "slumber", "spirit worm", "fooling".

He stood up, nodded, and gestured to Klein,

“I have received an oracle from the goddess, saying that in a few hours, days, or months, Claire will return to her original time and space.”

Klein breathed a sigh of relief and praised sincerely,

“Praise the goddess!”

Cecima looked at Klein meaningfully, then turned and left. The small interrogation room fell silent again.

What about Claire?

Klein grimaced. He couldn't just take Claire back and tell Benson that she was his future daughter, could he?

At this moment, he thought of a suitable candidate.

Yes! The poet classmate! And Claire knew him too! Just leave her with him and bring her to work.

But how do I tell him this...will he agree?

“Leonard.”

Klein called out to Leonard, who turned around with a puzzled look on his face.

“Um, I want to ask if you have anyone at home? A girlfriend... a boyfriend or something like that.”

Klein said a little embarrassedly.

“No.”

Leonard said with a smile, putting that little concern behind him.

“What are you thinking about?”

Klein rubbed his nose sheepishly and said,

“I'd like to ask if I can leave Claire with you?”

Leonard looked at Claire, then at Klein, a look of sudden enlightenment dawning on him.

But then he hesitated again,

"But I don't know how to take care of children."

He said so.

So Claire said,

"No, I'm very good!"

She ran over and held Leonard's hand. Klein smiled with relief, not noticing the subtle expression on Seeka's face. He said,

"Thank you for your help."

Original author’s note:

PS: Oh my god, it seems I can't finish it in one chapter.

And do my lotm’ers have any group that is active?! I really want to chat with people who share the same interests, but I can't get excited with many of the chats TAT

Chapter Text

*Claire is klein’s niece(in this fic. In canon it’s alice(from what wiki says I haven’t read COI)

*There are some hidden hints of Lenk(leoklein), so you can treat it as CB(ship post(?)).

*ooc belongs to the author

*You’re welcome to catch any amons(bugs/errors) in my translation

Summary: Finally, Klein brought his niece back.

And summary: "Uncle's cooking is delicious!"

Leonard was very upset.

He really didn't know how to take care of children!

But Claire was very close to him, listing all the good things he could do with her in the future.

After they kept talking, he felt like Claire was taking care of him, not him taking care of Claire!

So, he forced a smile and asked softly,

"Claire? Are you hungry? Do you want your uncle to cook for you?"

Claire sat upright on the chair. Because she was too short, her legs could not reach the floor.

She shook her short legs and said seriously,

"No, uncle Leonard's cooking skills are terrible."

Leonard was stunned. Although he had never been in the kitchen, it couldn't be described as terrible, right?

"One time, Uncle Klein, Auntie, Mom and Dad weren't at home, and you cooked for me. You fried the eggs until they were burnt black, and you didn't even add salt. Your cooking skills were comparable to Dad's."

Claire said seriously with a stern face. Leonard coughed lightly, then realized that there seemed to be no such food at home, let alone seasonings.

"I want to eat Uncle's cooking..."

Claire didn't stay in her chair this time. She threw herself onto the sofa and rolled over happily.

"Klein... Is Klein's cooking good?"

Leonard asked subconsciously. Claire hugged the pillow in her arms and lay back in an unladylike manner, saying,

"Yes! Uncle's cooking is the absolute! most! best!"

She deliberately used three "most" words.

"When Uncle cooks, we usually watch from outside. His tentacles will help him."

Claire let out a teasing laugh as she spoke.

"Uncle Leonard, you once came to visit us and tried to help him, but ended up getting thrown out by his tentacles. Hahahahaha."

Leonard wiped his face a little embarrassedly. He had some guesses about the tentacles.

It should be Klein's mythical form... Can the mythical form be used like this?

"However,"

Claire changed the subject, saying with some distress and confusion,

"Uncle Klein sometimes suddenly dissolves while he's cooking."

Dissolve?

Leonard was taken aback by the adjective.

"That's right..."

Claire gestured hard and said,

"Uncle sometimes suddenly turns into a bunch of tentacles, and then Aunt Melissa will come to find you guys or pray to the Goddess of Night, and then Uncle will sleep for several months."

When she said this, there was a hint of dissatisfaction in her tone.

"Uncle has been sleeping longer than he has been with us!"

She announced, flapping her arms and puffing her cheeks as if she were angry.

This, this...is this getting out of control?

Leonard wanted to ask the old man, but since Claire was still there, he couldn't ask directly. This little girl's inspiration was terrifying.

Also, it seems like you guys later turned to the Fool, right? Is it true that praying to the goddess won't lead to divine punishment?

But then he noticed something else.

"We?"

he repeated, somewhat doubtfully. He and the old man? Did Claire know about the old man? His mind was in a turmoil, with thoughts swirling around in his head.

Claire nodded and said,

"Aunt Melissa also has extraordinary items of the apprentice pathway. She can directly open the door and ask for help from you. First, she find Sister Audrey, and then find you."

Leonard sighed silently, then asked with a strange sense of disappointment,

"Why didn't you come to me first?"

Claire thought for a moment and said,

"Maybe Sister Audrey is a good psychologist who can quickly help Uncle stabilize his mental state."

Which organization is this audience from?

Leonard nodded thoughtfully and made up his mind to investigate this Miss Audrey if possible.

Furthermore, Leonard became a little wary and asked in a deep voice.

"You... are so young, is it okay to know so much?"

He seemed to remember a saying,

"Don't try to understand what you shouldn't know."

Claire twisted her hair in a nonchalant tone and said,

"They said my name is too close to my uncle's, that there's a mystical connection, and I can see some things."

Without waiting for Leonard's response, she sighed deeply and said,

"My uncle said that if I choose the path of a Mystery pryer, the potion will melt in my mouth, but he won't let me become a Beyonder. Sigh-"

She dragged out the words and buried her face in the sofa, her voice a little muffled,

"I also want to be an angel under my uncle's seat..."

Leonard practically leaped up.

An angel under his seat?!

He felt dizzy.

So, what sequence would Klein be in the future? He could even be connected to Emperor Roselle.

So, he must be a major figure in the mysterious world, or...

He had a vague suspicion in his mind, but he refused to acknowledge it...

or more accurately, to accept it.

Claire seemed to realize she'd said something wrong. She quickly stood up and coughed dryly,

"I was just kidding. I didn't say anything just now."

She spoke so lightly, touching her hairpin and considering whether to help Uncle Leonard steal this memory.

But then she gave up the idea because Uncle Leonard said he would take her out to dinner.

"Yeah!"

She cheered loudly, and took Leonard's arm and ran out.

Leonard felt his mouth open uncontrollably, and then he remembered he said he wanted to take Claire out for dinner.

"Old man?"

Leonard subconsciously called him in his heart.

Pales hummed in his mind as a response, and Leonard was even more shocked.

"Old man, can you hear my voice??"

Pales wanted to roll his eyes at his host, but instead mumbled,

"This state is fine now."

(direct translation idk how to correct this😭)

Leonard shut up, but couldn't suppress his curiosity and asked the old man,

"Old man, what do you think Klein’s Sequence will be in the future?"

Pales was silent for a few seconds before he spoke:

"You ask me what use an old and weak angel like me has? I don't know."

Leonard didn't get the answer he wanted, and looked ahead with a hint of disappointment.

He didn't know where Claire had dragged him to, but it seemed like Claire was taking him somewhere with a purpose.

"Is Claire okay?"

he asked the old man, and Pales fell silent.

He didn't know how to explain this to his low intelligence host.

Did Claire have so many extraordinary items on her?

Did she have a problem with the mystical connection to the name of the future Lord of The Mysteries?

Did she just touch her hairpin, perhaps considering stealing some thoughts?

Was her proficiency in handling these extraordinary items a problem?

He felt that Claire was like two extremes.

On one end, she still maintained the innocence, romance and curiosity of a child, while on the other end, she had a lot of extraordinary knowledge that was not suitable for her age.

He guessed that this little girl must have been to the divine kingdom of God.

So He said,

"No."

At least it's harmless for now,

he added in his mind. Then he saw his host breathe a sigh of relief

Claire pulled him to the door of a flower shop. She looked a little puzzled and muttered,

"That's not right. I remember this was a restaurant."

Leonard coughed dryly and reminded her,

"It's 1372 where you are."

"Okay."

Claire was a little dissatisfied, but then she was relieved. She said,

"I'm not familiar with Tingen anyway. I'm more used to being in Backlund. Uncle Leonard, please recommend a restaurant."

So Leonard casually took her to a restaurant he thought was delicious.

Leonard judged that Claire liked sweet things.

Then he heard Claire say that Klein also liked sweet things, and he also liked to eat cream cakes.

His favorites were sweet iced tea and desi Pie.

Leonard listened intently, his expression serious, as if he were about to give a report.

As he listened, he felt something was amiss.

Why was he the only one listening? Where were the other members of Blackthorn?

He suppressed his doubts and continued to listen, and then learned a piece of news:

he later became the Red Glove.

Oh, that explains it.

He suddenly realized that Red Gloves was very busy, and it was normal for them to lose touch with each other. But he felt a little melancholy when he thought about it.

"What about Klein? Did he also become a Red Glove later?" Leonard asked.

"Uh, well."

Claire didn't know how to answer, so she pulled out the confidentiality agreement and held it in front of her:

"I signed a confidentiality agreement and can't tell anyone."

"Am I someone else too?"

Leonard asked with his puppy eyes.

Claire was still young and didn't know what this behavior was called.

She suddenly remembered Klein's expression, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't refuse.

"Okay,"

she muttered,

"I finally understand why my uncle couldn't refuse you."

Sometimes she saw her uncle trying to refuse, but the next second he would change his mind.

Well, she understood her uncle.

"Uncle..."

Claire hesitated, not knowing what to say.

She bit her spoon as if thinking,

"He's in the Church of The Fool."

"?"

"Of course."

Claire smiled sweetly and said,

"Uncle Leonard, you are also a high-ranking member of the Church of The Fool."

After Klein arrived at Blackthorn Security, he saw Claire in the reception hall.

The little girl jumped into his arms, and he caught her. He looked at Leonard, as if he wanted to ask something.

Leonard felt a little uncomfortable under his confused gaze.

He scratched his hair, but only asked a nonsensical question:

"Did I take a good care of her?"

Klein couldn't help but curl his lips and said,

"Thank you. How about I treat you to dinner?"

As a return gesture, Leonard's eyes lit up.

"Is that possible? I heard from Claire that your cooking is delicious."

Klein was stunned and looked at the little girl in his arms.

Claire turned her head away, feeling guilty. She muttered softly,

"Uncle's cooking is indeed delicious."

Well, it saves me money, Klein thought.

Dunn nodded solemnly beside him.

He had once eaten the meal he cooked in Klein's dream, and it was indeed delicious.

At this moment, an indescribable aura permeated the air, a faint grayish-white mist spreading.

Claire's arms, which were holding Klein, stiffened.

Klein noticed her small movement and gently patted her back, signaling her not to worry.

"What happened?"

Although Klein was also very nervous at this moment, his niece was still here, and he couldn't show fear.

Dunn and others looked vigilantly at the center of the fog, where there was a faint figure.

Leonard took advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention and whispered a few times,

"Old man."

But the old man seemed to have fallen asleep again, and there was no response no matter how much he called.

The first thing they saw was a yellow and black cloak, with a retro and ornate gold-trimmed pattern edging the edge of the black robe.

Just one look at it made them dizzy and their heads tingle.

Claire whispered,

"Uncle..."

Um???

Klein stared at the figure shrouded in fog in astonishment.

Only now did he realize how familiar this fog was.

Wasn't this the fog above the gray fog?

Klein, or rather, the future Klein, removed the mist and said to them with his unchanging smile,

"Sorry, I lost control of my power all of a sudden."

Dunn and the others looked at Klein warily.

Klein glanced at Dunn and the others' faces, and finally a hint of nostalgia appeared on his face.

Then he looked at Claire and said softly,

"Claire, if you don't come over, I'll make you copy the Hermes language a hundred times."

Claire reluctantly left Klein's arms and came to the other Klein.

"This is the first time I've seen my uncle's old self. I wanted to play with him for a few more days..."

Klein's tone remained unchanged as he spoke gently,

"Benson and Ruth(Lucy) are very worried about you."

"Alright..."

Claire sighed and obediently hugged Klein's neck.

Klein picked Claire up, glanced at the people around him, and smiled,

"Do you have anything else you want to ask me now? I have to go back in a few minutes, even though you won't be able to retain your memories of this period."

Klein opened his mouth and looked at Klein the Fool.

"We... can't go back?"

He spoke in Chinese.

The Fool shook his head, his smile still plastered on his face, though with a hint of sadness.

"We can't go back."

His tone was a little vague.

"When you become a demigod, you'll understand..."

What language are they communicating in? Leonard was a little stunned.

This language seemed so difficult to understand.

Dunn looked at Klein the Fool, pondered for a moment, and asked,

"What does the future hold?"

Klein the Fool's smile faded slightly. He whispered,

"Everything is fine. Everyone is fine."

Without giving anyone time to react, he stretched out his hand as if trying to grab something from thin air.

He grasped a few times before pulling out a person. Her black eyes shifted a few times, acquiring the agility of a human.

Klein the Fool placed his hand on his chest and said,

"Ah... Goddess, I hope you can help me."

Goddess of the Night???

Everyone was shocked.

Leonard subconsciously looked at Klein.

Klein's reaction was particularly dramatic, his brown eyes filled with confusion and shock, like a frightened cat.

She nodded slightly.

"Needless to say, I'll help you. This place has been concealed."

She thought for a moment before asking,

"Is the apocalypse over?"

"It's over. We overcame it."

Klein the Fool's tone was filled with relief.

"It's the sixth epoch now.”

She nodded and said,

"Okay, I'll help you erase their memories."

"Thank you for your help."

The Fool held Claire in his arms and bowed slightly.

Claire also said in a childish voice,

"Goodbye, Sister Amani!"

The goddess of night was stunned for a moment, and a smile appeared on her expressionless face.

"goodbye."

Leonard sat in a recliner, leisurely flipping through the pages of poetry.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he tilted his head slightly:

"Why do I seem to remember that Klein said he would cook for me?"

Klein happened to push open the door of the lounge and walk in. Hearing this, he tilted his head and frowned, thinking for a moment:

"Hmm...? I think so? Why can't I remember it clearly..."

Klein knocked his head, wondering if he had been infected by the captain.

A smile crossed Leonard's face. He was about to say,

"I heard someone say Klein is a great cook."

Huh? Who was it?

Leonard was also stunned for a moment, but then he put the thought out of his mind.

It should be the captain.

In another time and space, Klein sat on the throne of Sefirah Castle, staring at the box-like seal and sighing,

"It seems broken... Let's ask Steam to fix it later.

I can't give it to Melissa, or she'll end up in another time and space."

He thought of his little niece and sighed again.

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Original Author’s note:

P.S. I finally finished writing this! The rest of the article is a bit sloppy... ahem.