The emperor's "scandalous history"

Streaks of crimson light descended onto the high-backed chairs beside the long bronze table, ushering in another gathering of the Tarot Club.

Leonard still hadn't grown accustomed to the disorientation of suddenly finding himself somewhere else, surrounded by people. He sat dazed for a moment before recovering and joining Miss Justice, who led the greetings, in paying respects first to Mr. Fool at the head of the table, then to the other members.

There weren't nearly so many people here last night. It felt more like a meeting place for the Nighthawks' Tingen Team... After sitting down again, he muttered inwardly and looked toward the Fool once more. With a respectful attitude entirely at odds with his thoughts, he said:

"Honorable Mr. Fool, I have found five pages of Emperor Roselle's Diary."

After learning last week that Roselle's diary was important to these gatherings, he had found an opportunity to borrow rubbings and transcribed copies from the archives of Saint Samuel Cathedral and painstakingly memorize some of them.

If the Old Man were willing to help, I could memorize all of them at once. But he can't come here... Leonard thought with some regret, only to discover that he was the sole member submitting diary pages. Everyone else was offering apologies.

Did I hand in too many at once? Three pages, or even two, might have been better...

Having materialized a thick stack of parchment with Mr. Fool's help, Mr. Star suddenly began to regret his decision.

*Heh, he must be regretting handing in so many at once. By my estimate, Saint Samuel Cathedral has no more than twenty pages, perhaps only ten. After all, nobody can decipher this stuff, and it has no special powers. Even within the Church, only someone with time on his hands like Old Neil