The Sorrowful Justice (Major Revisions to the Previous Two Chapters)

The Queen had left Backlund several months ago, when Luther was still clinging to the self-deception that his sister was alive. Now that the Queen had returned, he knew far too much and had endured far too much.

Regardless, the Queen's return was indeed fantastic news, meaning he now had a High Sequence Beyonder on his side. Especially given the strange atmosphere in Backlund lately, as if something big was about to happen, the Queen's arrival gave him a great sense of security.

"That's definitely a good thing."

Luther thought to himself.

Besides reporting the Queen's return, the letter also arranged a time and place to meet, saying it was a new gathering location. Sharron planned to release a batch of Beyonder Characteristic at that gathering and asked Luther if he wanted to come along. If so, they should meet at the "Braveheart" bar on that day.

After a moment's consideration, Luther decided to go and see the Queen.

He put down the letter; it was almost one o'clock, and there was still some time before the Tarot Club began. In the past, he would probably have used meditation to pass the time, but not now.

"Eat well, brother."

Cecilia's words echoed clearly in his ears in the Dream. Luther silently stood up, turned around, and went into the kitchen.

Ciel has already arranged for people to deliver all kinds of ingredients, from fresh vegetables to baked bread, from canned fish to flour and rare rice, everything is available.

Faced with an abundance of ingredients, Luther was momentarily at a loss, unsure of what to do.

After thinking for a moment, he decided to do something simple.

"Gurgle, gurgle."

The thick broth, mixed with green vegetables, shredded egg, and dough balls, bubbled and simmered on the gas stove. That's right, because he was attending Tarot Club in two hours, he chose an easy dish to make—dough ball soup.

Speaking of which, Klein wanted me to stay for dinner last time. Hmm, tomato beef brisket with rice. That guy certainly knows how to eat.

Smelling the gradually rising aroma from the pot, Luther's Adam's apple bobbed for the first time in a long while. For some reason, he thought of his former colleague and fellow townsman who had transmigrated from the same hometown. He had gone to visit him yesterday, but instead of finding him, he had unexpectedly picked up a "Card of Blasphemy."

The thought that the "Abyss" card now belonged to him and was well preserved at sea filled Luther with excitement.

After all, it was a "Card of Blasphemy".

After all, it contained detailed records of the Pathway to godhood.

Moreover, even without selling the card, the Potion recipe on it is already quite valuable. Roselle, you've done something good for once!

It should be almost cooked.

M's face appeared in the reflection of the pot, reminding him.

"I know."

Luther's thoughts were interrupted. He said irritably, reached out to turn off the stove, ladled the soup into a bowl, and returned to the dining table in the living room.

Meow~

Luna, who had been scratching at the glass outside the kitchen trying to get in, finally got her chance. She followed him over and jumped onto the table. She cautiously extended her front paws, but before she could even touch them, she felt the heat and quickly withdrew her paws.

"It's not for you to eat."

Luther pushed it off the table with his arm.

Luna wasn't angry. Instead, she circled around, jumped onto his lap, and peeked out from the table. She watched as Luther dipped a spoon into the bowl, stirred it slightly, blew away the steam, and took a sip.

Then, he seemed stunned.

"Meow?"

Luna, looking somewhat worried, reached out and patted Luther's arm, trying to wake him up.

"I'm fine."

Luther snapped out of his daze and used his free hand to Soothing the black cat.

He hadn't eaten warm, normal food in a long time, substituting it with Flesh, and had almost forgotten what real humans should eat. In that instant, he felt his humanity fill his soul, which lessened the Pride of Shepherd treated others as Lamb.

"Great, your condition has stabilized."

M approved.

Luther glanced at her but didn't say anything. He quickly finished his lunch, and by the time he cleaned up and washed the dishes, it was already past 2:30.

After resting for a while, and waiting until a few minutes before three o'clock, he had M create Virtual Personality and waited patiently.

Meanwhile, in the Cherwood Borough, at 15 Minsk Street.

"Holding Tarot Club under surveillance from someone you don't know is quite stressful."

Klein hid in the bathroom and forced himself to walk four steps backward in the narrow space, entering Above the Gray Fog.

The commission given by Prince Edessak was really difficult to complete. He was unwilling to investigate too deeply, in case he found something wrong and it would cause trouble. Moreover, perhaps it was his imagination, but after he accepted the task and left the prince's manor, it seemed that there was an invisible gaze watching him all along.

That obvious stare was a warning to me not to actually "discover" anything, right?

Klein thought to himself.

So lately, he could only pretend to be investigating, working hard but getting nothing in return, in order to satisfy everyone around him.

Although he actually discovered some truly terrifying things.

"Heh, being out on an investigation made me miss meeting Luther. No, I should say it's fortunate I missed it."

Klein had no intention of contacting Luther, as doing so would inevitably draw the attention of the Luther behind the scenes, making his situation even more difficult. He planned to pretend for a few more days, and then feign an inability to uncover the truth, to report back to the prince.

In this way, he can fade out of the scene and leave safely.

It was already Three o'clock in the afternoon, and Klein extended his Spirituality, touching every Red Star on either side of the Bronze Long Table.

"Whoosh"

Crimson light surged and subsided across each seat, outlining blurry figures.

Klein really liked the scene; it gave him the feeling that the Tarot Club gradually grow and thrive under his guidance.

"Emlyn consulted me about [The Fool] before, and perhaps he will come here in a while."

He thought to himself.

"Good afternoon, esteemed Mr. Fool."

All the figures had been outlined, and [Justice] Audrey stood up as always to greet him. However, her voice seemed somewhat subdued today, unlike her usual cheerful tone.

Miss Justice is acting a little strange.

Of those present, everyone except [Sun] Derrick had noticed something amiss to varying degrees, but only Klein and Luther knew the reason.

[Justice] Miss Audrey's friend Kance Leerhsen was caught up in Duke Negan's assassination plot and tragically died.

--Luther was a firsthand witness, while Klein received Audrey's report afterward. This innocent and carefree noblewoman witnessed such a setback for the first time in her life.

Even so, she still tried to maintain her previous tradition and greeted everyone. The others, not understanding what was going on, could only nod and wonder why she seemed a little off.

The first two chapters underwent significant plot revisions. After careful consideration, I felt the previous plot was somewhat inadequate and required major overhauls.