Although the two fanfictions Alice had carefully selected contained a great deal of information—information difficult to distinguish between true and false—aside from their cringe-worthy parts, now was not the time to discuss them.
After all, he could chat with Alice anytime. If the Tarot Club meeting got cut off halfway through because Mr. Fool lacked enough spirituality, that would be awkward.
Before lifting the barrier, he made only one request of Alice: "...Please, if something like this happens again, can you give me a heads-up in advance?"
Alice asked in confusion, "But I did warn you, didn't I?"
Klein opened his mouth, recalled Alice's warning that had been as good as no warning at all, and rubbed his forehead. "Could you be clearer next time?"
"I'll try my best." Alice replied sincerely.
Klein looked at Alice's utterly sincere face, fell silent for a moment, and lifted the barrier.
Within the dense Gray Fog, Mr. Fool secretly glanced at the blocked-off pile of sundries and seriously considered whether it was feasible to use Creeping Hunger to travel over and beat Alice up.
The first moment her vision returned, Audrey curiously looked toward Alice.
The smile had yet to fade from Alice's face. With just one glance, Audrey concluded that Mr. Fool probably had not even scolded her much...
Klein in the Gray Fog seemed to have realized that Alice's expression was far too unrestrained. He lightly tapped the Bronze Long Table twice and spoke for the first time in a tone heavy with warning:
"Do not let there be a next time."
"Okay." Alice gladly agreed—after all, she truly lacked the courage to tell Klein that the illustration Amon had seen had actually been drawn by her.
Alice's relaxed posture and Klein's attitude of making a show of severity only to