Miss Empress of the Tarot Club, the powerful Beyonder who had just advanced to angelhood, was actually the Guardian Angel of this Dream City?
A thunderous roar went off in Fors's head. She stood beneath the church's towering dome, her limbs rigid, neither able nor daring to move.
It was not as though she had never seen Empress Angelica Zaki's face in person. That exquisite beauty, utterly unlike the face on the wanted poster, capable of attracting every member of the opposite sex—and even the same sex—and stirring the deepest desires in everyone's heart, had long since been etched into her mind.
But the statue seemed to deliberately downplay that seductive appeal, instead conveying a hazy sense of sanctity. As a result, Fors had not immediately recognized its connection to the Tarot Club's only angel from its face. Only after seeing the portion below its neck did she confirm that this was the Empress who sat with them around the long bronze table in the Gray Fog Palace every week.
And she somehow feels a little like Miss Irene... impossible, absolutely impossible!
Fors stood blankly at the church entrance, unable to tear her eyes away from the statue on the altar. Thoughts surged through her mind one after another. She felt as though she had returned to that afternoon in Bayam, recalling how she had trembled beneath her cloak.
The Golden Queen, the Ghost Empire... so that's it. No wonder the Empress ordered so many materials and tools for building docks from Madam Hermit at the Tarot Club meeting half a month ago. This legendary city already belongs to her—to Her...
Perhaps I should just use Teleportation to leave, even if it means wasting the only use of that ability I've recorded... The thought flashed through Fors's mind. Her eyes