A New Week's Tarot Club

The next day, the Dawn arrived at Toscarter Island.

The waters around here are also known as the "Beluga Whale Sea" because whales are found there. Brave sailors board whaling ships here and venture into the stormy seas to fight those sea monsters in order to obtain large quantities of whale meat, and even the precious ambergris.

This is the easternmost colony of the Loen Kingdom, and there are no safe sea routes ahead. Only the most ruthless adventurers and bloodthirsty pirates venture deeper, and most of them never return.

In order to avoid attracting attention, the Queen did not bring the Dawn too close to the island, but concealed the hull and had Luther disembark at a distance.

"If we continue forward, we'll reach dangerous, uninhabited waters. Before that, you can go to an island to rest and recuperate."

"The Queen Mystic," Bernadette said, "I have some other matters to attend to. You can stay here until tomorrow."

"OK."

Luther accepted with pleasure.

It wasn't just because I was getting tired of being at sea, but also because it was Monday, the day of the Tarot Club. Attending the Tarot Club on the Queen's ship could easily lead to being discovered, so going to the island would be much less dangerous.

As for what the Queen plans to do, that's none of his business, and he doesn't intend to know.

"Luna, come here."

He called out to the black cat lying on the deck.

"Meow."

The black cat straightened up and followed behind him, whereupon he scooped it up and held it in his arms.

"Call--"

A strong wind arose from beneath Luther, lifting him up and carrying him swiftly to the harbor of Toscarter Island.

There were many ships anchored in the harbor, including some pirate ships, with their black skull and crossbones flags flying high and fluttering in the sea breeze.

Theoretically, this is a colony of Loen. However, due to its distance from the kingdom, the government's control is far less than that of the inland areas, resulting in considerable chaos in its administration.

It's said this place is a pirate's paradise; I wonder how many famous Great Pirate could become my Lamb?

Luther glanced calmly at the pirate ship, then turned and walked towards the island. There was still some time before Three o'clock in the afternoon, so he planned to first find Inn to check in, then have lunch, and then attend the Tarot Club in his room.

Toscarter Island is far less bustling than Backlund, but it boasts abundant sunshine and pleasant sea breezes.

This small island is filled with bars, casinos, and the Moulin Rouge, clearly catering to the needs of pirates. The wealth they acquire through life-and-death struggles is consumed here at an alarming rate, forcing them to set sail again for another frenzied plundering spree.

Luther walked down the street carrying the black cat, unnoticed by anyone. The Inn receptionist checked him in almost Consciousness, and the bartender served him food while he was under Hypnosis. He enjoyed the famous local grilled fish, while Luna ate fresh fish.

During this time, Luther acted quite Concealment, because he was going to the God War Ruins the next day and it was not advisable to cause any trouble today.

However, he still heard some news from the bar patrons. Apart from the [Blood Bishop] attack on the Imperial Palace, the most noteworthy thing was that the Pirate Assembly, hosted by "King of the Five Seas" Nast, would be held in a while.

This is a grand gathering for pirates, where they divide their loot, trade, negotiate, settle scores, fight for territories, and mediate disputes. The other three kings, seven generals, famous Great Pirate from all walks of life, and emerging pirates eager to gain recognition may all participate, making it a truly lively and extraordinary event.

Of course, these things have nothing to do with Luther for the time being, unless he plans to raise a group of people and form his own pirate crew.

After finishing lunch, it was around 2 PM when Luther returned to his Inn room. He sat down in an Inn and began to think about what he should do at the upcoming Tarot Club.

Putting everything else aside, his first priority was to confirm the identity of a certain member.

The man warned himself through the Fool, reminding him that Demoness was about to attack his pasture.

Very few people know that their sphere of influence is limited to a few streets in the East Borough; Miss Audrey Justice, Sharron, and even Fors might be among them. But only one person clearly knows that it is his "Pastoral District."

--Klein.

As a fellow villager of the time traveler, he once told the other party that, in order to Acting, he had established a pastoral area in the East Borough, modeled after a real Shepherd.

So, Klein was indeed at the Tarot Club and guessed my identity?

So, what is Klein's code name within the Tarot Club?

First, eliminate the female members. Of the remaining males, [The Sun] can also be ruled out, and [The Hanged Man]'s shrewdness and cunning are completely different from the Klein he remembers.

That leaves only the one sitting opposite Mr. Fool.

Mr. [World]

That gloomy and stiff man... is that Klein?

Once we get there, we can confront him directly.

Luther secretly made a plan.

After that, they went to the meeting to purchase auxiliary materials for the Black Knight Potion. Miss Justice has the "Psychology Alchemists" behind her, the Hanged Man is in the Church of Storms, the Sun is in City of Silver, and the Magician can write to her Teacher. They all seem to have channels that could potentially provide them with help.

After thinking it through, he looked up at his watch and realized the hands were almost at three o'clock.

"Come out."

Luther spoke to the empty air.

"Brush."

As soon as he finished speaking, M's illusory figure appeared in his field of vision and smiled at him.

"You never showed up when I was on the Queen's ship."

Luther said to her.

"Yes, that ship seemed to be restraining me."

M explained with a smile.

Is that really the case?

Luther glanced at her, but didn't ask any further questions. Instead, he let her create her own Virtual Personality and wait for the party to begin.

As the crimson light faded, Luther reappeared in the ancient castle shrouded in Gray Fog. Suddenly, he sensed something amiss beside him and looked down.

There, a mottled figure now sits on the once empty Bronze Chair.

New members?

His height seems normal, and his eyes appear to be red.

As he scrutinized the other person's blurry appearance and tried to guess the new member's identity, he heard the voice of "[Justice]" in his ear.

Good afternoon, Mr. Fool.

Her voice lacked lightness, but compared to when her friend Cons died, it was less somber and more composed. "You have saved Backlund once again."