Huh?
Angel's mouth opened, her expression slightly dazed. Before she could say anything, a crimson light flashed before her eyes.
Then she was seated in the high-backed chair belonging to the Empress. The chairs opposite her, usually occupied by Tarot Club members such as the Hanged Man and the Sun, were all empty. Only Mr. Fool's exclusive high-backed chair at the head of the bronze table held a figure concealed by gray fog.
It was the Fool, not the World.
The words "I am the Fool" still echoed in her ears.
Before this, Angel had suspected that the Fool was the awakening Blessing of the Primordial Yellow Celestial Worthy, the nemesis whom the Genie hated and feared. Or perhaps, like Klein, he was a survivor of a bygone era released from one of those strange Light Cocoons, having inherited a divine body without yet mastering all its power. He might also have been a Seer angel who had inherited Sefirah Castle, cautiously impersonating its former master while attempting to attain godhood.
And the World, Klein, whether because he was a transmigrator or because he had embarked on the Seer Pathway, had crossed paths with this being, received his help, and become some sort of "tool" for him.
Precisely for that reason, Angel had not dared discuss this with Klein while they might be under the Fool's surveillance. At the same time, she had constantly worried that this god would harm him, ultimately turning him into a resurrection contingency or a spare Divine Descent Vessel.
Like the Dark Angel Sastiel, like the Mother of the Sky, or like Mr. Azik...
When Klein had said "I am the Fool" just now, she had almost believed that advancing to angelhood had truly placed him under the control of the being at the top