Above the mysterious Gray Fog, within the magnificent temple.
Three clusters of crimson light suddenly appeared beside the long bronze table surrounded by twenty-two high-backed chairs. They gradually formed illusory figures, then became distinct.
"The Fool," Klein Moretti, who had long since prepared for the meeting, looked at the three members of the Tarot Club in turn. Miss Justice remained curious and excited about everything, while Mr. Hanged Man still seemed deeply apprehensive about the meeting venue and this Grey Fog Space. His movements were the smallest and most cautious.
Miss Empress...
The colors deep within her aura have become purer. Has she advanced?
But something seems wrong with her. Although the haze imposed by the Gray Fog makes her face impossible to see clearly, her body is slightly curled up, and she even seems to be trembling. Did something happen before I pulled her above the Gray Fog?
Klein frowned slightly, curious, but the dignity of "The Fool" made it difficult for him to ask directly.
Fortunately, the attentive Miss Justice soon noticed something wrong with the companion beside her.
"Miss Empress, what's wrong?"
Hanged Man also turned his gaze toward her, then quickly glanced at The Fool, seemingly speculating about the cause of Empress's abnormal condition.
"...No, I'm fine. Um, I accidentally fell asleep before the meeting and felt a little dizzy just now."
Empress's physical symptoms quickly subsided. She straightened up again, took a deep breath, and apologized to everyone present.
"I'm sorry for holding everyone up. Mr. Fool, Miss Justice, Mr. Hanged Man, let's begin."
As she joined Justice and Hanged Man in congratulating and praising The Fool for "successfully performing ritual magic," Angel still felt as though her brain had turned to mush. Her head swam, and she nearly vomited.
*If I threw up