The customary Tarot Club gathering was unusually quiet this time.
Mr. Emperor was Emperor Roosevelt!
That legendary emperor, the Black Emperor who had returned from resurrection!
No wonder, no wonder the Tarot Club had gone all out to stop George III from becoming the Black Emperor. Emperor Roosevelt was Mr. Fool's ally.
And he had even joined the Tarot Club!
The other members, filling in the blanks on their own, could not help but regard their own Tarot Club with newfound awe.
Too terrifying. Even a True God had joined the Tarot Club. It felt like they were beginning to approach that legendary Rose of Redemption.
Beyond their shock, everyone was equally excited.
After all, this was no longer merely the Divine Council. It was a council personally attended by deities!
Only Mr. The Hanged Man let out a sigh.
Originally, he had planned to seize the opportunity presented by the war to become one of the church's hastily promoted demigods, even if it meant taking on some dangerous missions.
But damn it, the war had ended far too quickly. It had barely begun before it was over.
While it had spared countless lives from devastation, it also made his position increasingly awkward.
Now, it could be said that he had the lowest potential in the entire Tarot Club.
Even Magus and Judgment, the two who had once held everyone back, now had promising futures ahead of them.
Thinking of this, Alger could not help but think of the copy of "Success Studies" in his possession.
He had dragon-slaying skills in hand, yet no opportunity to put them to use.
Thanks to that book on "Success Studies," he had gained considerable popularity and support among the lower ranks of the church. Yet wanting to earn the qualifications to become a