A strange atmosphere spread through the Tarot Club. Apart from Emlyn, who had yet to fully figure out what was going on, everyone exchanged glances and stole looks at the quiet Mr. World.
Realizing the attention, Klein fell into deep thought.
Mr. World's image in the Tarot Club is getting stranger and stranger... While lamenting, Klein began to imagine the Mad Adventurer Gehrman Sparrow raising a child.
...Wasn't that a little too damaging to his image?
While Klein worried about his nonexistent image, Audrey curiously pressed on:
"Miss Fate, do you know Medici's title? Or rather, which pathway does He belong to?"
How would I know? It couldn't possibly be the nanny pathway... Alice muttered in her heart, turning to look at Klein.
Leaning back in his chair, Klein smiled. "Red Priest."
Red Priest... Everyone mulled over the term. Other than Alger, they all seemed to be hearing a novel story.
The experienced Hanged Man, Alger, seriously speculated about Mr. Fool's intentions, firmly believing that Mr. Fool wanted him to report this matter to the Church of Storms.
After the matter concerning Medici came to an end, Emlyn brought up his predicament:
"Everyone, I have a question.
"Here's the situation. Suppose a powerful person arranged for you to investigate something. Although you successfully obtained the intelligence, for certain reasons, you cannot report back to that powerful person. How should you continue obtaining support from them?"
After pondering for two seconds, Alice asked, "You... no, one of your friends ran into this situation?"
Emlyn opened his mouth, uncertain whether he should accept that statement.
The others took his silence as tacit agreement. Everyone looked toward the experienced Hanged Man, Alger. Even Mr. Fool, concealed by the Gray Fog, awaited Alger's answer.
Alger's mouth twitched as he looked at Emlyn. "Very simple,