"Mister Fool, are you sure those pages... were a diary?"
Noah rarely took the initiative to speak.
His words drew a disapproving look from Alger, and Audrey frowned as well.
After all, the way he addressed Mister Fool was far too disrespectful.
Klein was terrified that those two would say something about him being some great existence in order to defend him. Mister Emperor had yet to become deeply involved with the Tarot Club, so even if he had suspicions about certain matters, things could still remain in a delicate balance.
But once everything was thoroughly exposed, the other party might be frightened away—and report him while he was at it.
At the same time, Klein was secretly delighted. Mister Emperor had finally shown obvious emotional fluctuations, which meant he was starting to get a handle on him. Something in the Tarot Club had caught his interest.
If there was nothing in the Tarot Club that interested him, why would he become deeply involved in it?
With that thought in mind, Klein spoke reservedly.
"For now, consider it a diary."
Neither admitting nor denying it, he was like a scumbag dangling bait before someone.
Audrey and Alger were shocked. As far as they knew, the manuscript pages left behind by Rosell the Great Emperor seemed to use a set of special symbols entirely independent of any other writing system.
Though they appeared to be some kind of pictographic script, they had no connection whatsoever to other languages, making them impossible to decipher.
Some had even believed all along that they were not writing at all, but mystical symbols with special meanings.
Klein could not help imagining an evil wizard with "idiot" tattooed on his body as a protective charm. He nearly burst out laughing.
By revealing that he seemed capable