At three o'clock sharp on Monday afternoon, Backlund time, beams of crimson radiance rose punctually along both sides of the Bronze Long Table, solidifying into vague figures. To Miss Justice's voice, as usual yet no longer quite so lighthearted, the members of the Tarot Club began paying their respects to Mr. Fool.
Ever since Madam Hermit had handed in an entire volume of Roselle's Diary, even Mr. Devil, once a major supplier of diaries, had rarely submitted any. After a brief silence, everyone moved into the trading segment at Mr. Fool's prompting.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I have a commission." Emlyn the Moon sat up straight, looked around the table, and spoke with a hint of anticipation in his voice.
"Which Shaman King do you want to hunt?" Audrey the Hermit, based on her understanding of Mr. Moon, went straight to the heart of the matter.
Emlyn froze for two seconds before recovering from the shock of having his thoughts so accurately exposed. He steadied his elegant smile and forced out:
"You guessed right."
Madam Hermit showed no particular reaction, merely nodding lightly.
"What kind of payment can you offer?"
Emlyn was speechless again, somewhat embarrassed to say what he had prepared.
Just then, Mr. World at the very end of the Bronze Long Table suddenly spoke.
"You found people from the Rose School's Temperance Faction to cooperate?"
Emlyn let out a slight breath of relief and immediately nodded.
"Yes."
"Then I can accept this commission." Klein promptly took the job, then added, "Of course, this requires a certain medium."
As he spoke, he gave Emlyn no chance to respond and looked directly at Miss Magician.
"Make preparations in advance."
Fors, who had been watching the show from start to finish, was suddenly caught in the crossfire. Her face was full