At the same time, in Audrey's bedroom at Earl Hall's residence.
Audrey Hall sat before her dressing table when thick gray fog suddenly appeared before her eyes. Within it, Mr. Fool sat upon a lofty throne. Beside him, an angel with twelve pairs of flame wings slowly rose and flew toward her.
This... this isn't quite like the angel from before...
The realization had barely formed when the angel swept past her. Its wings did not wrap her in layers as they had when she had received the Fool's protection before, nor did it enter her body. Even so, heat from its wings passed through the gray fog and washed over her. It was like breathing the scorching air of summer, and even that became difficult.
Huff, huff...
As Audrey struggled for breath, a thought rose unbidden: Is Mr. Fool punishing me? Will I suffer and scream like the Hermit did that day, perhaps even burn to ashes?
Fortunately, the Archangel with twelve pairs of flame wings soon vanished into the gray fog. Cool air touched Audrey's sweat-damp skin again, and a deep voice sounded by her ear:
"...You must not take any action detrimental to members of the Tarot Club.
"Also, the Hypnosis was removed before the Tarot Club meeting began. Pay attention to someone you came into contact with between the last two meetings."
The gray fog dispersed. All Audrey could see was her own pale, sweaty face in the dressing-table mirror.
Even the ends of my hair feel a little dry. That heat definitely wasn't an illusion. It was a small punishment from Mr. Fool. If there's a next time, that angel might embrace me and burn me to ashes with his wings...
Still shaken, Audrey bowed her head and thanked the Fool for his leniency. She