Under the dim crimson moonlight, Klein pulled back his blanket and got up.
For a Seer, putting weight on dreams was a basic requirement, and the dream he just had could never be dismissed as a simple nightmare.
Dressed in relatively comfortable clothes, he came before the full-body mirror and said in a low voice, "I dreamed of the blood-stained door in that room."
Miss Bodyguard's figure slowly outlined itself above the mirror. She replied expressionlessly, "The influence of the evil spirit's aura.
"It will gradually weaken until it disappears."
Is that so… Klein nodded slightly and returned to the side of the bed. He picked up the gold pocket watch and popped it open.
Seeing that it was still early, he lay back down to sleep. This time, he no longer encountered the same dream as before.
Sunday morning the next day, in high spirits, Klein made himself a soft-boiled egg to go with buttered bread.