Behind the gray fog, Klein resisted the urge to cover his face. He composed himself and made the World speak in a raspy voice. "Write it down and pass it to me."
Then the World gave a low chuckle. "You truly are a man of your word. Your character is admirable."
Alice was getting bored. She quietly reached under the table and tried to pry a piece off her chair.
Alger raised an eyebrow and took the initiative to ask Derrick, "I'm interested in that knowledge too. What can I offer in exchange?"
Still basking in the praise he had just received, Derrick thought for two seconds before answering with striking sincerity:
"Mr. Hanged Man, there's no need. You've always given me advice and helped me through difficult times. Consider this my thanks."
Alice looked up in astonishment. She glanced at Alger, then Derrick, then the World. Her eyes were full of confusion, but she did not hold her tongue:
"Mr. Clown."
Klein gritted his teeth behind the gray fog. He knew Alice was getting back at him for calling her "Miss Monster."
After a moment's pause, everyone realized it was a jab. Only Emlyn, oblivious as ever, spoke up:
"Clown? Hiss, when you think about it, that word really does..."
He never finished. The World's icy gaze fell on him, shutting him up. Then the World challenged Alice:
"Wasn't Amon the first one to call you that?"
"But," Alice said with a pout, "insulting Amon would only make him laugh harder."
The World fell suspiciously silent for a moment before asking, "Can we call it even?"
Alice nodded reluctantly.
Only then did Cattleya ask hesitantly, "Is the Amon you're talking about the one I know?"
"Which one do you know?" Alice asked, puzzled.
Looking at Alice, Cattleya answered:
"Legend