As the Tarot Club began, Justice Audrey did not greet everyone first as usual. Instead, she looked directly toward the seat of honor. "Mr. Fool, I have completed that 'simple' task you entrusted to me with."
She deliberately emphasized the word "simple."
The Fool Klein smiled with feigned indifference. "I already know."
Then he sighed. "In an era like this, in a Backlund like this, with an East End, Wharf Area, and Factory District like these, it truly is fertile ground for Evil God Descends."
Hanged Man was stunned by what he heard, wondering if his ears had failed him. Why had a simple task somehow led to fertile ground for an Evil God Descends?
At that moment, the gloomy and reserved Mr. World chuckled softly. "Yes. Whenever I see or hear of large numbers of teenage child laborers dying young, of most workers who, due to extreme exhaustion and horrid conditions, rarely lived past thirty, of elderly people who had barely endured those earlier trials only to lose their jobs because of age, receive no protection, and end up wandering the streets before dying of cold and hunger...
"I do not doubt the existence of evil gods in the slightest. They are on the ground, in the East End, the Wharf Area, and the Factory District..."
Mr. World went on at length about the current state of the people at the bottom of the East End. After seeing what Hobart had done, Klein had also hoped to use his own strength to bring some change to this world.
Yet he sadly discovered that he was still an Unregistered Person. He had to be careful not to expose his whereabouts, so he could not do anything at all.
After thinking it over, he realized that perhaps the only thing he