Above the mysterious gray fog, streaks of crimson light flashed, and three illusory figures gradually appeared beside the long bronze table, taking their seats.
Mr. Fool seemed to have been sitting at the head of the table all along, his right hand resting on its edge, fingers tapping idly on the surface. When he saw them arrive, he stopped.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool, Miss Justice, Mr. Hanged Man."
Angel waited a moment. Justice, usually the first to offer a greeting, said nothing, so Angel greeted the other members of the Tarot Club first.
The Fool and the Hanged Man returned her greeting as usual.
Only then did Miss Justice speak timidly, like a frightened girl who had yet to take a Potion rather than a "Spectator" who had already become a Beyonder.
"Mr. Fool, everyone, I'd like to know what would happen if a pet, say, a dog, gained Beyonder Abilities... I mean, what could it do for its owner?"
A pet dog with Beyonder Abilities... A Beyonder dog?
Angel felt that something was different about today's Tarot Club meeting. Miss Justice's very first question was beyond her knowledge.
The Hanged Man seemed puzzled too. Rather than answer immediately, he looked at Mr. Fool, then at Angel, before finally turning back to Justice.
Angel also glanced at the person beside her. Though she couldn't see what Mr. Fool was doing behind the gray fog, she was sure he was doing the same.
Under the weight of their three stares, Miss Justice lowered her head.
"I... I'm asking for a friend..."
Her voice was barely audible.
Angel recalled that Justice had asked a similar question at an earlier Tarot Club meeting: what would happen if a dog drank a Sequence 9 Potion?
Given Miss Justice's behavior now, the answer was easy