Klein was momentarily caught between laughter and tears.
"Nairn, oh Nairn, what on earth do you take the Tarot Club for?"
At least be a little serious.
After all—
This is a key part of Mr. Fool's "intelligence gathering."
Good grief—using my identity to write a diary entry mocking myself?
If the diary ended there, he would at most think it was a small joke Nairn played to lighten the mood after noticing his low spirits.
Though the joke was a bit mean-spirited, the intention was good.
However, as he continued reading, the expression on his face instantly froze.
What did he see?
This forged diary, like a prophecy from the future, word for word, recounted exactly what he was about to see—
The contents of the genuine Roselle's diary submitted by Audrey and Alger!
April 8th: Roselle stood at the bow of the ship, shouting classic lines from a work called "One Piece." As it turned out, his companions completely missed his references, making him feel quite bored.
April 11th: Discovered a small island not on the nautical charts. It was filled with strange creatures he called "Beyonder Species."
April 15th: Wrote a brief note saying his companion, Green, had become a bit odd, as if infected by something.
October 2nd: His family arranged a marriage for him with a Miss Matilda, whom he had never met. He expressed firm opposition to arranged marriages, vowing to fight for freedom to the end.
October 5th: After meeting Miss Matilda, his attitude did a complete 180-degree turn, praising her beauty in his diary.
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October 6th: Further discovered that Miss Matilda's personality and temperament were exactly his type; he began to look forward to the marriage.
October 9th: Others began calling him the "Son of Steam." He didn't say it out loud, but he actually quite liked the title.
May 21st: The Church of the God of Steam and Machinery gave him two paths to choose from: "Savant" and "Mystery Pryer."
May 22nd: After careful consideration, based on rational factors like "possessing a complete Sequence" and "relying on his own power to return home," he decided to choose "Savant."
May 23rd: After becoming a "Savant," the knowledge learned in his past life (physics, chemistry, etc.) was completely recalled and deeply mastered.
May 26th: Discovered that when identifying and acting as a "Savant," the mad side effects of the potion (whispers, temper) were significantly reduced. From this, he first realized that the "Acting Method" might be the key to digesting potions.
Klein's hand holding the parchment began to tremble slightly.
He felt a chill rush from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head; his entire being felt a sense of creeping dread.
This—what is the situation?
Is Senior Nairn performing magic? How could he possibly know the contents of these diaries?
He subconsciously opened the diary pages submitted by Audrey and Alger, comparing them page by page quickly.
Exactly the same!
Every date, every event, even Roselle's unique style of complaining, was exactly as Nairn had "prophesied"!
Page by page, line by line, the content didn't differ in the slightest.
The more Klein looked, the more his heart sank, and his hands and feet turned cold.
This was no longer a coincidence or a joke.
This was a power he could not understand, nor even imagine.
How is this possible!
Klein's mind raced, various guesses flooding in like a tide.
Prophecy?
No, even a "Seer" couldn't divine with such precision that even the complaints and tone in a diary were identical.
The only explanation was that Nairn had already seen these two diary entries.
But how was that possible?
Miss Justice's side could be explained; after all, Nairn had a deep relationship with her and had met her in Backlund. It wasn't impossible for him to have seen the diary content in advance.
But what about the "Hanged Man's" side?
Nairn had never mentioned the "Hanged Man," nor did it seem like he had any private contact with Alger.
Even if Nairn was divinely powerful and knew Alger's coordinates, would he really run to the Church of Storms' territory just to preview a few pages of a diary and then play such a joke at the Tarot Club?
That motive is just too strange!
Moreover, with Nairn's status, would he do something so boring?
Furthermore, he had previously clearly expressed his disdain for Roselle's diary, saying the Emperor's private life was improper.
Now pulling a stunt like this, what for?
Could it be—could it be that he arrived in this world so much earlier than me and had already collected all of Roselle's diary pages, so he knows all the content?
Klein quickly dismissed this idea again.
This didn't explain why Nairn could accurately "prophesy" which specific pages were being submitted this time.
This was more like an ability to see the "result" rather than simply possessing "information."
His thoughts were in disarray as he looked toward the lazy figure on the high-backed chair.
Nairn was watching him with great interest, as if enjoying a brilliant play.
At that moment, as a mask, Klein subconsciously glanced at the boundless, churning gray-white mist beside him.
Suddenly, a thought that made his own heart skip a beat emerged uncontrollably.
Could it be—
Could it be that this Gray Fog—has a mole?
Before, he had vaguely suspected it was a "Useless Fog." Though this space was mysterious and powerful, it also showed many limitations, such as being unable to analyze Nairn or completely isolate the prying eyes of certain beings.
But now, this suspicion was infinitely magnified.
Nairn—could he also have authority in the Gray Fog Space?
No, impossible!
Klein immediately shook his head violently in his mind, forcibly suppressing the thought.
The Gray Fog Space is different; it's my golden finger, my foundation! It should be supreme, how could it be touched by others?
This wasn't the kind of self-consolation like "don't make your Gray Fog Space laugh," but a fundamental belief that had to be upheld. If even the Gray Fog was untrustworthy, then he, Zhou Mingrui, would truly have nothing left but despair in this world.
But—
If it wasn't a problem with the Gray Fog, how did Nairn do it?
Klein felt his brain turn into mush. He looked at the gray fog again, and the thought in his heart grew like weeds.
[What if?]
What if Nairn really does have authority in the Gray Fog Space too?
Just as Klein was plunged into massive shock and self-doubt, he suddenly felt that the gloom, loneliness, and confusion that had weighed on his heart since the Triss incident seemed to have been diluted quite a bit by Nairn's absurd "prank."
This guy never played by the rules, using a way you could never predict to turn a stagnant pool of water upside down.
This feeling actually gave Klein's tightened nerves a rare bit of relaxation and vitality.
Perhaps—cracking a joke appropriately really is beneficial for maintaining mental health?
He steadied himself, forcing those messy thoughts down, and refocused his attention on the Tarot Club.
Life must go on with the Gray Fog Space after all.
It's just—
Klein grumbled internally:
"Why do I have this inexplicable feeling of being a cuckold?"