This was no baseless guess.
Alice had long felt that, at times, her way of thinking overlapped with Fate's in a peculiar way—like that advancement ritual that had made her curse up a storm.
And with a corner of the fog shrouding her past now lifted, Alice strongly suspected she really might have done something that rotten.
...No, just how outrageous had she been before?
This time, Alice gasped along with the Tarot Club members.
No one doubted Alice, but no one agreed aloud, either. Even Cattleya only replied cautiously after a moment's thought:
"I'm sorry, but I don't know anything about that."
Behind the gray fog, Klein's mouth twitched. He wanted badly to say something, but held back because of the occasion.
Alice tapped the table and asked, "I want to know where this is."
She glanced at Klein behind the gray fog. Catching her signal, he conjured the image of an ornate, conspicuous building. Alice then looked toward Alger, Cattleya, and the World:
"It should be in Bayam... Mr. Hanged Man, Madam Hermit, and... Mr. World, have you seen it?"
Klein recognized the place as soon as Alice asked. Alger and Cattleya were familiar with it, too, though Cattleya was still wondering why Alice had brought it up when the World's hoarse voice cut in:
"That's the Red Theater, Bayam's most famous brothel."
Alice nodded thoughtfully. After a moment, she asked with sudden curiosity, "Have you been inside?"
"...No." The World answered after a brief silence.
Alice sighed in disappointment and muttered, "What a pity. I've never seen a brothel before..."
Behind the gray fog, Klein forced down the urge to scold her. He made the World's mouth twitch sharply twice, then wisely changed the subject:
"Why are you asking?"
In the end, he did not ask whether