After returning to the 2nd Floor, Shade walked straight over to the lady wrapped in a brown headscarf, whose headscarf and shawl nearly blended together. A deck of Tarot Cards lay on her table, with half a glass of beer remaining. Besides that, there was a pencil, a black-covered notebook, and a string of smooth little stones.
She seemed like the common sort of Diviner who made a living through fortune-telling. Few people in the tavern would willingly strike up a conversation with such a lady, because one careless moment might land them across from her, listening to nonsense while handing over their money. In particular, this lady seemed quite old. Though her face could not be seen, her style of dress suggested she was certainly no younger than forty.
Shade sat across from her. The lady, who had been looking down and calculating her cards, raised her head. Only after seeing Shade's face did she shake her head and return to examining the cards.
"Luvia, what are you doing here?"
Shade asked softly, taking a shilling from his pocket and offering it to her. Luvia, whose hair had turned black and whose eyes had become green beneath her strange makeup, shook her head.
"Sir, one divination costs two shillings. One shilling is not even enough to cover my drinks this afternoon."
"Ma'am, drinking too much is not only bad for your health, it will also make your divinations seem even more like nonsense than they already do."
Upon hearing Shade's words, the waitress passing by with a tray could not help but smile.
Shade took out another coin and pushed it over.
"You're here for the Victor Box too?"
"What box?"
The headscarf-wrapped Luvia took Shade's money, tucked the coins into a folded corner of her clothing, gathered the