Backlund, Cherwood Borough, 15 Minsk Street.
Klein, disguised as Sherlock Moriarty, set up a Wall of Spirituality with Saint Night Powder. Taking a deep breath, he walked four steps backward and arrived at the ancient palace above the gray fog.
Though he had confirmed it countless times already, he still could not help directing his gaze toward the starry sky deep within the gray fog.
Three deep crimson stars hung in the air. One of them flashed rhythmically—it was Mr. Sun, waiting for a response.
What am I still hoping for...?
Klein blinked rapidly, calming himself as he extended his spirituality toward the star representing Sun.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool, and everyone..."
Miss Justice was the first to greet everyone, but she immediately noticed that the high-backed chair beside her, which had originally belonged to Miss Empress, was still empty.
Hanged Man and Sun, seated across from her, also cast puzzled looks her way. Then, they all turned to look at Mr. Fool at the head of the long table.
"Miss Empress... requested leave from me. She will not be attending the Tarot Club for the next few weeks."
Sensing everyone's gazes, Klein answered in advance before anyone could ask.
He had originally intended to say that Empress had left the Tarot Club for some reason, but when the words reached his lips, they became "requested leave."
Looking at the vacant high-backed chair that belonged to Angel, Klein sighed inwardly.
"Continue."
"Yes, Mr. Fool."
The remaining three participants responded in unison.
Strange. Miss Empress is absent from the Tarot Club, yet Mr. Fool did not even announce the specific duration of her leave. Did something happen to her?
Hanged Man Alger Wilson looked at the high-backed chair beside Justice, his thoughts churning.
*It seems I need to send someone