Monday afternoon, three o'clock sharp.
One beam of Crimson Radiance after another shot up within the grand palace, solidifying into hazy figures.
Miss Justice, the Class Representative, swiftly glanced around. Once she confirmed that no newcomers had joined, she immediately looked toward the head of the Bronze Long Table and smiled as she bowed.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"
As Miss Justice's cheerful voice greeted everyone in turn, the members of The Tarot Club also exchanged their customary greetings. Once that was over, Madam Hermit gently adjusted her glasses, turned slightly, and bowed to the hazy figure shrouded in Gray Fog at the head of the Bronze Long Table.
"Honored Mr. Fool, I have three pages of diary entries this time."
Has Queen Mystic finished her business? Klein muttered inwardly, then nodded with a smile.
"Very good."
As his words fell, Madam Hermit was about to manifest the diaries when Mr. Devil spoke as well.
"Mr. Fool, I have also recorded one page of diary entries."
The four pages of diaries were quickly manifested and fell into Klein's hands. Out of habit, he began with Roselle's Diary. Yet the moment his eyes landed on it, he froze slightly. The first page, unlike those Madam Hermit had provided before, did not contain a vast amount of information. On the contrary, it was written during Emperor Roselle's early days after transmigrating, and even included an account of him trying to flirt with an older woman, only to be plied with alcohol until he blacked out.
But as he read on, Klein slowly narrowed his eyes. The first page concerned giants heading toward their "hometown," reminding him of Senior Perrdax's description of the Sea of Collective Subconscious in the dreams of giant descendants while he had been flirting with older women. The second page