"You..."
Angel forced out a word, but she did not know how to continue.
"Meow—"
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Black Cat Wensa suddenly rolled over, breaking free from the bite of the blond, red-eyed head. She landed lightly atop the altar table, baring her fangs at the figure above. A tuft of short black fur drifted through the air, vanishing before it could reach the ground.
The headless messenger stopped attacking as well. She gracefully straightened up and floated in midair, holding four heads by their hair in both hands. Four pairs of eyes stared respectively at the black cat, Angel, Klein, and the door.
If one of those heads had not still borne several marks from cat claws, the scene would surely have been more solemn.
Having just reached the door and stopped to knock and ask what was happening, Alger felt a jolt in his heart. His raised hand slowly lowered, and he continued walking past the room, circling back to the deck from the other side of the corridor.
As though he had merely come to this floor for a stroll.
Don't ask what shouldn't be asked, don't look at what shouldn't be seen... Hanged Man felt as if he had returned to the state he had been in when he first attended the Tarot Club.
But wasn't this my ship?
By the time he returned to the deck, that was the only question left in his mind.
Inside the room, two messengers and the two owners of those messengers looked at one another, falling into a prolonged and awkward silence.
"Summoned..." "I..." "What..." "Business."
In the end, the headless Messenger Miss broke the silence. The four heads in her hands spoke one after another, trying their best to distribute the words evenly, as though they