"What is your question?"
With a faint trace of melancholy, Klein looked at Cattleya, the Hermit. In truth, however, he could already more or less guess what Queen Mystic wanted to ask.
"Honorable Mr. Fool,"
As expected, after receiving his permission, Cattleya used glowing golden lines to "draw" two slightly distorted characters in midair. "I would like to know what these two Rosellean characters mean."
Across the long table, Luther, Temperance, glanced over casually. Once he saw what the two characters were, his expression shifted slightly.
Homeland.
The two glowing Chinese characters drifted gently, appearing Above the Gray Fog with a familiarity that felt utterly out of place. What those two characters represented left him a little dazed as well.
Homeland... what a distant word.
It had only been a year or two since I transmigrated, yet it always felt as though I had lived in this world far longer. Those countless experiences were like scars etched deep into his heart, marking his existence upon this land.
Just then, he heard Mr. Fool speak softly from the head of the table:
"Together, they mean one's homeland, the place where the heart and spirit belong."
A very subtle expression, explaining it from a more abstract perspective rather than simply giving its literal meaning... Mr. Fool really understands Chinese... Luther thought to himself.
After hearing the explanation, Cattleya, the Hermit, fell silent. No one knew what she was thinking.
"You may begin."
As the Fool's words fell, the gathering moved on to the trading segment.
"Have you finished gathering the intelligence I requested?"
Klein controlled the World dummy and had it speak first in a hoarse voice, while glancing at the three pirates present.
"Information on the factions in West Balam, right? It's ready."
Luther said, "I'll pass it to you through