"We already know about Amon. The Lord of Storms was clearing away the contamination left behind by Mr. Door."
Klein first controlled The World puppet to speak, then tapped the table with his fingers himself, seeming to let out a soft chuckle.
"Amon has already obtained the characteristics of two gods. His greatest goal now should be finding me. Though that is a small matter to me, you yourselves need to be careful."
"Right, right, right. We can't hold Mr. Fool back."
Roselle hurriedly spoke up as well.
This sort of coordination left Klein rather satisfied.
This King of the Black Seat was quite sensible.
Yet even with Roselle playing along beside him, the other members of The Tarot Club still felt immense pressure.
Amon had just stolen the opportunity to become a god during the Black Emperor ritual and become a True God.
Then, immediately afterward, he had begun stealing Mr. Door's divinity.
Was this what a Blasphemer was?
This was Amon!
Why did it feel like they had released something truly terrifying?
Yet Mr. Fool had clearly known of Amon's threat to him, but for Loen's sake, he had been willing to let Amon become a god for the greater good. What a great spirit that was!
Amid their shock, The Hanged Man, Alger, felt somewhat awkward again.
Everyone else had found their own path to becoming a demigod, while he was still fumbling about here. It was hard to justify.
Under such circumstances, Alger had no choice but to take the initiative and expose his weakness.
"Honorable Mr. Fool, with Amon's threat at our side, one must at least become a demigod to have any ability to contend with him. But I am about to reach the end of the road in the Church. I am not