izquierda, diríjase al 160." Aunque Leonard estaba confundido, inmediatamente ajustó la dirección según se le indicaba. En el jardín de la número 160 de la calle Brekland, Ammon levantó la cabeza, presionando su mano derecha en el monocle cristalino y riendo: "—¡Esta es lo que he estado esperando!" No miró a Gehrman Sparrow sino que sonrió ampliamente, emocionado añadiendo: "—Increíble, realmente descubriste las anomalías de la suerte en esta zona..." ¡Es él, Pales!"At that moment, Ammon adjusted his monocle. The
entire street was enveloped in a mysterious darkness, isolating it from reality.In the living room at number 39 Brekland Street, Helleor looked out the window and murmured:"Is it going to rain?"No era asunto importante, así que volvió su mirada hacia un servicio de té en una bandeja trifásica. Entonces, notó la mano derecha extraña de su padre, el concejal Macht, extendiéndose abierta.Un poco de luz se condensó en su palma, transformándose en un lente crystallino similar a un monocúmulo.Macht quickly
put the monocle over his right eye.This... Helleor realized something was wrong and looked anxiously at others in the room. Her mother, Lady Liana, took off her nose ornament, replacing it with a similar monocle she had taken from somewhere. The servants standing by also pulled out identical monocles, putting them on their right eyes.Thud!Helleor instinctively stood up and retreated, knocking over a chair.The sound startled everyone in the room—Macht, Lady Liana, and the servants. They turned to look at
Helleor with smiles forming on their faces."Ahh!"Helleor collapsed, emitting an anguished cry. The scream echoed through the house, reaching the garden and drawing the attention of passersby. Ammon watched the figure in mid-air and chuckled:"Pales, it's 1350 in the Fifth Epoch;relying on counterparts for advancement is outdated."Behind him, Klein no longer wasted words, pulling out a gun-like object from his pocket while making "worming hunger" transparent to form a transparent book.Ammon just lifted his hand, and the glove vanished. Along
with the glove, Gehrman Sparrow's likeness disappeared too.Bam!What landed in Ammon's palm was not a glove but a mouse—a dead automaton that had been canceled by its transformation.At Ammon’s side, Klein appeared wearing only a shirt and vest, throwing the object at his target—a thousand-paper crane.