The Real Writer

"It was me."

When Fors Wall, the Tarot Club's Magician, saw the surprise on her face without being overly startled, Angel knew that she had yet to recognize her as the Empress. Her memories were still stuck at Audrey's Occult Salon.

In other words, here, I'm still Miss Irene the Seer... she reminded herself inwardly.

Before the steam train departed, Angel had spotted this woman through the window—a bestselling author on the surface, an Apprentice pathway Beyonder in secret, and in truth a believer of the Fool and an unofficial member of the Abraham Family. Noticing that Fors had boarded the same carriage, Angel decisively paid her a visit once the train had smoothly left Backlund, intending to find out whether this was a coincidence or something Fors had arranged deliberately.

After Angel expressed her desire to come in and sit for a while, Fors generously stepped aside from the doorway. The two of them sat down beside the tea table in one corner of the compartment.

Naturally, there were no servants here to wait on them. They could only pour their own coffee and begin their conversation amid the fragrance of the rising crema.

Meeting this Tarot Club member offline, Angel found that Fors was not as restrained and humble as she was during gatherings. Instead, she was poised and witty, much like she had been at the Occult Salon.

Perhaps this was caused by the gap in status and strength. After all, although Ms. Magician had joined the Tarot Club some time ago, she had only just become a Mid Sequence Beyonder, leaving her notably behind the other members. But in the outside world, a Mid Sequence Beyonder with a Mystical Item like Leimano's Travel Notes certainly had reason to be proud...

After thinking it over and exchanging