Angel, unconsciously curling up in pain, suddenly realized that the searing heat filling her limbs, the involuntary spasms of her muscles, and the tearing sensation from her cracking skin had all vanished in an instant.
The spirituality surging uncontrollably within her also gradually calmed, like the sea surface after a Storm had passed.
She opened her eyes blankly and discovered that, at some unknown point, she had arrived in a majestic palace shrouded in Gray Fog. She was seated beside a long bronze table, and the familiar sensation beneath her brought memories flooding back.
This was the venue of the Tarot Club, Mr. Fool's palace.
Looking to her right, she saw Mr. Fool's vague figure, obscured by mist, seated at the head of the long table. An invisible pressure accompanied his gaze as it fell upon her, making her lower her head instinctively.
I returned to that Gray Fog Palace, to the Tarot Club?
Recalling what had just happened, Angel confirmed it.
When she had consumed the Potion to advance, the Blood Moon had suddenly appeared. As she neared the loss of control, it had felt as though she had fallen into water. Like a drowning person desperately flailing about for a lifeline, she had unconsciously called out Mr. Fool's Honorific Name.
It seems He heard my prayer and saved my life...
"Thank you, Mr. Fool. This attempt of yours saved my life."
She recalled the "attempt" Mr. Fool had mentioned when he first pulled her, Justice, and Hanged Man into this space, and she sincerely expressed her gratitude to him.
"No need to be so polite," Mr. Fool replied in the same calm, deep voice. "Welcome back to the Tarot Club, Miss Empress."
He knew I was alive? He had known all along?
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