November 20, 1352, Monday.
After a week of earth-shattering changes that had seemed like the end of the world, yet also saw new Gods continuously raise their Divine Kingdoms, the members of the Tarot Club had all remained worried and anxious.
Leonard, whom Klein had entrusted with gold coins, and Alger, who had received the Sea God Scepter, had especially been able to clearly sense the air of someone making final arrangements.
However, Mr. Fool had not instructed them to suspend the Tarot Club, which gave everyone some comfort. Yet as the time drew closer, each of them carried a strong sense of unease.
But at last, when the clock reached three in the afternoon, Loen time, tide-like Crimson radiance spread as it always did, enveloping every member of the Tarot Club and reconstructing new forms for them Above the Gray Fog.
"Mr. Devil isn't attending again?" The first thing Audrey saw upon regaining consciousness was the empty seat. That gentleman had already been gone for quite some time. (Pretending to be Adam in the Forsaken Land of the Gods.) Then, slightly worried, she looked toward Mr. Fool, intending to pay her respects to that great existence first as usual, only for her body to suddenly freeze.
Because in her field of vision, the person seated at the head of the Bronze Long Table was not the familiar Mr. Fool from before!
Though he was still shrouded in Gray Fog, both his temperament and posture were vastly different from Mr. Fool's.
Very soon, the Tarot Club members who had not heard Miss Justice's greeting also noticed something was wrong. Then, amid everyone's shock and even fear, the man seated at the head of the Bronze Long Table pulled a monocle from the void and placed it over his right eye—