"Are you referring to that one in Sky City?"
At that, the Black Robed Man seated second on the right spoke up.
"Possibly."
The Gray Robe diviner nodded, neither denying nor confirming it.
"I feel the chances of him intervening in this matter are quite low. Still, we cannot rule out the possibility that the Truth Society paid a price sufficient to tempt him."
At that moment, the Black Robed Man phantom in the second seat on the left shook his head, clearly not very convinced by that assumption.
"Then, Gray Mist, what do you think?"
The Black Robed Man at the head of the right side of the long table spoke, looking toward the only real person present. Yet his voice belonged to a somewhat androgynous woman.
"I cannot speculate on his thoughts. He is, after all, the continent's only Ninth Rank Diviner. I do not know what he has seen, nor can I determine his motives or patterns of behavior."
The diviner known as Gray Mist shook his head and offered no opinion on the matter.
"Like those Outsiders?"
The third Black Robed Man on the right asked. As he spoke, his pitch-black face turned slightly, seemingly casually glancing at the Black Robed Man at the far left end of the long table.
The others likewise glanced at him to varying degrees. The latter keenly noticed everyone's attention, but said nothing. He merely placed one hand over his chest and gave them a slight nod.
"More or less, Dark Abyss. You can understand it that way."
Gray Mist casually nodded in response to his question.
"In many people's eyes, a diviner's behavior may seem unfathomable. But in truth, that is merely because what they see is vastly different."
"Imagine an ordinary person suddenly learning that lightning will strike