After leaving the Wave Church, Alger held the wanted poster and returned to his temporary residence through the rain. Only after changing out of clothes soaked through by either sweat or rain did he slowly let out a breath.
"A bishop of the Church of Storms died at the hands of the Tarot Club's 'Empress.' Is Mr. Fool finally about to make a move against the Orthodox Churches...?"
He sat before the table, staring at the wanted poster bearing the alias "Angelica Zaki," and murmured to himself.
"But isn't she a Nighthawk of the Church of Evernight? Could Mr. Fool's purpose in bringing members of different faiths like us into the Tarot Club be to have us 'help' each other, gather intelligence within our respective Churches, and cooperate with the other members...?"
In that instant, he thought of many things. He even considered whether he should report this matter or continue pretending he knew nothing, lest he lose his life beneath the Fool's gaze.
"No, this might only be Miss Empress's own action, not the execution of some mission. But if that were the case, she shouldn't have so easily killed a bishop of an Orthodox Church. She must know the consequences of such a thing."
Feeling restless, Alger rose from his chair and paced over to the windowsill, looking at the torrential rain outside and the sea churning up wave after wave.
Suddenly, mist shrouded the gray-black sky. Before his eyes appeared the familiar Gray Fog, along with a blurry figure.
"Mr. Fool, please tell Mr. Hanged Man that I do indeed need some of his help. If he is willing, please meet me at the bar where we last met at three o'clock Saturday afternoon."
It was Empress!
His eyes widened as he looked toward the figure in