Alger the Hanged Man, cut off from sight and sound, impatiently tapped his knee beneath the table with his fingers. Yet his expression remained calm. He knew that although he could not see the others, Mr. Fool could easily see his expression. He could not make any strange movements at a time like this.
After learning about the Card of Blasphemy and Mr. Fool's purpose in collecting them, Alger's expectations for the Tarot Club's future status had risen to new heights. No matter what, he had to continue participating in the Tarot Club!
The scene before him suddenly brightened, and he discovered that the private conversation between Empress and Justice had ended.
"You may communicate freely now."
Mr. Fool said.
"Mr. Sun, did you learn anything new about that 'Exploration Team Leader' imprisoned next to you, the one you mentioned last week?"
He hurriedly asked Sun beside him, afraid that he would once again be locked into some unseen, unheard little dark room by someone's "private conversation."
I hate private conversations!
He grumbled inwardly.
"I was just about to discuss this with all of you," said Sun, whose gentle tone stood in stark contrast to his towering build. "After the last Tarot Club gathering ended, I had just returned to the City of Silver when he appeared behind me. Inside the cell where I was being held alone, he asked whether I was looking for him!"
Mr. Sun's tone made it sound like he was telling a horror story. Everyone frowned as they listened, even feeling as though the temperature in the palace within the Gray Fog had dropped several degrees. Yet at the same time, they felt a faint anticipation, like readers waiting for the next chapter of a serialized story.
"At that time, he had already lost control.