Alice silently withdrew her gaze.
She did not care much about how things would develop afterward. At worst, Machinery Hivemind would discover that she had left the note—so what?
That was nowhere near as thrilling as Mr. Fool discovering that she had continued Roselle's Diary.
Since the few clues available could not reveal Cassandra's secret anyway, Alice gave it a brief thought and chose to eat some ice cream before going to sleep.
The Tarot Club convened as scheduled on Monday afternoon. After Justice, Audrey, completed the routine greetings, Hanged Man, Alger, raised his hand for the first time in a while:
"Mr. Fool, I collected two pages of Roselle's Diary."
Alice temporarily swallowed the words she had prepared. Watching the two diary pages get passed into Klein's hands, she suddenly had an ominous feeling in her heart.
...Why did I feel like I should run away right now?
Alice lowered her head in thought, but Mr. Fool, seated at the head of the Bronze Long Table, tapped the table twice and said in an unreadable tone:
"Fate, take a look."
The two diary pages materialized before Alice. The Tarot Club members, each harboring their own thoughts, suddenly felt the atmosphere grow oppressive. Alice, of course, keenly noticed the change in Mr. Fool's mood and reached out in confusion to pick up the diary.
"April 4th, the taste of an Iron-Blooded Knight is quite good."
...?
Alice felt that she somewhat understood why Klein seemed to be in such a bad mood. She cautiously glanced at Klein, then clenched her teeth and cursed inwardly.
That damned Clown.
—His precise control over muscles down to the slightest microexpression had deprived her of the ability to analyze Klein's emotions based on the experience she had accumulated.
Of course, Alice could still judge