Its Name

Lightning once again lit up the desolate moors that were blanketed with grayish-yellow fog. It illuminated the spot where an angel-level battle had just happened, illuminating the calm smile on his face.

Amon looked at him for a few seconds before nudging his monocle and smiling.

"Can't you say something else?

"You seem to have found new hope?"

Klein's smile didn't change as he clenched his fist to his nose and stuck one hand into his pocket.

"I just suddenly understood something. It turns out that it's not too demoralizing to play this game with your true body. On the contrary, this shows that you have no way of stealing my destiny."

"Oh?" Amon smiled as "He" spoke in a tone, as though "He" was looking forward to what Klein would say next.