The Crimson Radiance receded like a tide, and Sno, restored to his original appearance, once again saw the palace that resembled a giant's residence, the ancient and mottled Bronze Long Table, and the gathering members hidden within the gray mist.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~" Audrey Justice's bright, cheerful voice rang beside his ears, easing Sno's mood slightly after he had spent three days outside that gloomy little town.
He stood up, gave a slight bow toward the head of the Bronze Long Table, and then greeted the other members of The Tarot Club.
After several meetings of adjustment, Star and Hermit had gradually adapted to The Tarot Club's rhythm. Following a brief silence, Justice finally spoke with some embarrassment:
"Sorry, Mr. Fool. I'm still at my fief this week and haven't obtained any Roselle's Diary."
As the only member of The Tarot Club who still owed Mr. Fool a diary, Miss Justice now felt the pressure of her debt. However, she soon heard Mr. Devil speak as well:
"Mr. Fool, I am still in the Northern Sea and cannot provide Roselle's Diary. Also, I have been unable to pray where I am these past few days. Please forgive me."
Mr. Devil clearly doesn't owe Mr. Fool anything. He could have simply kept quiet... Hmm, perhaps he did this so I wouldn't feel so embarrassed? Justice habitually interpreted Mr. Devil's thoughts through a Spectator's mindset, while the esteemed Mr. Fool merely shook his head magnanimously to indicate that he did not mind.
As The Tarot Club developed, the easily acquired diaries had mostly been collected. Klein had expected opportunities to obtain more diaries to become increasingly scarce. In comparison, the fact that Mr. Devil was still alive was itself a very pleasant surprise—
After all, Mr. Devil had not prayed to