Angel of Imagination

Adam!

Klein's head rang. He looked at Angel in disbelief.

From the Roselle's Diary entries he had gradually collected, and from information supplied by the factions behind the Tarot Club's members, he had all but confirmed that this King of Angel, who had existed since the Third Epoch, was the leader of the Twilight Hermits Society. This secret organization counted among its members many Fourth Epoch nobles and Angels. Even Roselle, a transmigrator, had been invited to join. Its power was unfathomable.

If saying "Twilight Hermits Society" aloud in the real world, in any fashion, drew its attention, then its leader Adam probably had a similar ability—or authority. Angel was not this careless. Why would she say his name outright?

At that thought, Klein studied her face, then her violet eyes. To his surprise, he found a confusion and anguish in them that he rarely saw.

To her, "Adam" meant something else too. She'd once been so lost that she'd nearly left everything behind and gone away from me. She'd even considered ending her life, all because of something that King of Angel had done. She was still worried about what happened that day. She'd kept that pain buried inside her...

Klein's heart trembled. Ignoring the presence of Alger, the Hanged Man, he reached out and took Angel's hand, offering her a little warmth.

The firm grip reassured Angel. She managed a faint smile and silently mouthed:

I'm fine.

Then she continued aloud:

"This King of Angel of the Spectator Pathway can use Psychological Invisibility to escape notice. The fight we just had in the burial chamber may have happened right under his nose... That's why I think you should both know about him."

She was explaining why she had spoken his name outright.

Alger was still reeling from the