At 2:50 in the afternoon, Klein arrived Above the Gray Fog. He first notified The Little Sun to prepare for the gathering, then, after waiting a moment, began pulling people in.
However, just as he selected the Crimson Stars one by one as usual, the sudden drain on his spirituality made him frown.
"This consumption?" Klein looked at the Crimson Star representing Mr. Devil in surprise, somewhat taken aback. It was not as though he could not afford such expenditure, but ever since advancing to Sequence V, he had never again felt burdened by the Tarot Club. This reminded him of the days when he had needed to carefully budget every gathering.
"Mr. Devil advanced again? I remember that he only became a demigod not long ago. Could he already be Sequence Three?"
Klein was astonished by Mr. Devil's rate of advancement. Previously, he could still understand it; after all, there was the example of that transmigrator senior before him. It was perfectly reasonable for him to advance quickly with the legacy he had left behind. Yet that senior himself had only been Sequence IV.
As his thoughts spun, the crimson light receded like a tide. Crimson figures rose simultaneously along both sides of the Bronze Long Table before solidifying into blurry forms.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~" Miss Justice's tone was as cheerful as ever. As she stood and bowed, the other members followed with their greetings. While sitting down, Miss Magician could not help glancing at Mr. World at the very bottom of the table, while Madam Hermit was the first to speak:
"Honorable Mr. Fool, I have two pages of Roselle's Diary this time."
"I have one page as well," Mr. Devil replied. Klein nodded slightly and chuckled.
"Very good."
After a brief silence, the three diary pages