"You really didn't have to wait for me."
Finally, the Fool lifted His gaze from the diary in His hands, sweeping it across the bronze table to look at the four people silently waiting for Him.
"It is our honor," the Hanged Man replied respectfully.
Only then did the weekly exchange officially begin.
"Mr. Hanged Man, I've learned about the matter you asked me to look into. The Prime Minister and his staff persuaded the King that, within the next year, the Loen Kingdom will not continue the war on the Balam East Coast in retaliation against the Feysac Empire."
Miss Justice was still the first to speak.
"Thank you for the answer. It has put me—and certain others—at ease." The Hanged Man nodded slightly. "As agreed last time, what kind of payment do you need?"
"The Main Materials for a Telepathist, or reliable clues. We can discuss that after Mr. Sun gives me the formula."
Justice answered without hesitation. It seemed that advancing her Sequence remained what she valued most.
Then she turned her gaze toward Angel.
"Miss Empress, the method you suggested before—selecting civil officials through open examinations to prevent changes in political parties from affecting administrative efficiency—has also gained the King's approval. I've heard that this proposal will soon pass through both houses and be formally implemented at the beginning of next year."
"This is the influence you—our Tarot Club—have achieved upon the kingdom."
She added that with considerable pride.
No, this was all your influence. At first, I thought it was some kind of university summer assignment... And what exactly is Miss Justice's family background? How could she even know what the King and Prime Minister were doing?
Angel inwardly grumbled. When she had grandly discussed politics, she had never expected it to truly affect reality.