The boundless Gray Fog spread beneath their feet as always. The Bronze Long Table before them was mottled with verdigris, yet showed no sign of decay. Sno raised his head and saw Miss Justice and Miss Magician seated across from him. Then, the familiar cheerful greetings reached his ears—
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~ Good afternoon, Mr. Devil~ Good afternoon..."
Sno greeted Justice as well, his gaze sweeping across the Bronze Long Table before quickly noticing that something was off about The Little Sun.
"It looks like something still happened to the exploration team. The True Creator didn't change his strategy toward the Forsaken Land of the Gods because of my appearance? Or was the exploration team led by Lovia simply unlucky? Did they happen to encounter the contamination left behind by the Hanged Man's previous bloody sacrifices?"
As Sno pondered this, Mr. Hangman turned his head toward the seat of honor and spoke humbly:
"Honorable Mr. Fool, I have collected three new pages of Roselle's Diary."
"Mr. Fool, I have one page as well." As always, Sno spoke up too.
"What would you like to exchange them for?" Mr. Fool's tone was gentle, but inwardly he was frantically shouting, Don't ask for money! However, Mr. Hangman clearly would not perform the baffling act of asking a God to bestow wealth. He respectfully asked about the Card of Blasphemy, while Sno merely smiled and said:
"Same as last time. Can I save it up for now?"
"Of course." Klein did his best to maintain his smile, but he felt a wave of pressure inside. He felt like a gambler constantly borrowing usury loans, watching his debts pile higher and higher with no way to repay them. He could even foresee the moment when Mr. Devil made that wish worthy of a