Alice's single remark successfully plunged the Tarot Club into an awkward silence before it had even officially begun.
Audrey stared blankly at Alice, a profound terror rising in her heart.
Alice did not give her a particularly strong sense of divinity. Although Audrey could feel that intimidating pressure at certain moments, and Alice often said strange things, overall, Alice's image was still rather gentle.
No, she could not call her gentle... Remembering Alice's remarks from last week, Audrey corrected her judgment.
To be precise, Alice was not gentle. She was like an ignorant child, full of curiosity about the world and lacking proper guidance.
In any case, she probably would not say something as bizarre as "I'm used to calling clothes skin."
...So what exactly could make her accustomed to calling clothes skin?
Could it be that Miss "Fate" changed skins the way ordinary people changed clothes...?
This horrifying conjecture made Audrey's face turn pale. Of course, she was not the only one frightened, but the others' reactions varied greatly.
The Hanged Man, Alger, lowered his head the moment he heard Alice's words, adhering to his usual principle—playing dead.
He had long grown accustomed to Alice blurting out strange things and her completely different way of thinking from ordinary people. Thus, he understood that in such situations, all he needed to do was play dead and watch Mr. Fool and The World's reactions.
And after the shock of seeing Alice count on her fingers how many times she had died, The Moon, Emlyn, accepted this quite well.
—After all, last time, she had also said something terrifying with an innocent expression.
The Sun, Derrick, was the calmest among them. He had not actually been that frightened, because all sorts of things happened every day in the Forsaken Land of the