Cleo related simply what he'd just found out about what had happened from start to finish at Heaven's Wings.
"How could that be?" The bodyguard was stunned.
Cleo thought for a bit and said with a lowered voice, "Don't worry; how could a card artisan understand working in fantasy card advertising? We'll just calmly watch things change." His expression had turned abruptly cold, even seeming a little mocking. "I'm guessing my beloved older brother won't be able to take it much longer. He's always been mystified by his own power and might actually think power can solve all problems."
