"The School of Truth..."
Alicia Tamara's gray eyes flickered for an instant, as though the name had stirred certain memories.
A moment later, she nodded and said in her unchanging, rigid tone:
"Of course I know them."
Angel leaned back in her chair, adopting a listening posture as she waited for her to continue.
The young Tamara did not keep her in suspense. She instinctively glanced at the tightly shut door and lowered her voice slightly:
"What do you think is the underlying color of this world? White, or black?"
She looks just like someone secretly preaching. Surely she isn't about to announce that she's a follower of the School of Truth... Angel chuckled inwardly and replied:
"You're not going to say gray, are you?"
Having come here from the internet age, she exposed the trap in Alicia's question without hesitation. This successfully caught the answer about to leave the other woman's lips in her throat. Even her stern, rigid, sculptural expression shifted slightly. Only after a moment did she continue:
"...It is indeed gray. That is the philosophy of the School of Truth. They believe the essence of the world is the gray between black and white, the mist and shadows between light and darkness, constantly changing and utterly chaotic. They delight in seeking loopholes within order and achieving their aims through methods on the fringes of the law... This is identical to the nature of the pale, unstable mist they worship."
Pale, unstable mist... Isn't that the mist that appeared when Bernadette and I destroyed the Great Mother's altar in Bellon Village...?
Angel immediately made the connection, confirming that the School of Truth Alicia spoke of was the group operating alongside the Great Mother's followers and Nast Solomon in Intis.
Their worship of "chaos," and their practice of