As everyone wondered what kind of content could have held the Fool's gaze, the Fool—Klein, seated at the head of the mottled long table—had already gathered his thoughts and made the diary in his hand disappear.
His gaze swept over everyone... Good thing I reacted in time. If I'd kept looking, I would've given myself away. No matter how unusual the contents of a single diary page were, the Fool shouldn't have stared at it for so long.
At the very least, Cyril would definitely have caught on. He was the only other person present who could read Roselle's Diary, and he knew what Emperor Roselle wrote in it.
Was the reason he'd never submitted any pages from Roselle's Diary most likely because the ones he had recorded only contained the Emperor's romantic escapades?
As his thoughts drifted, Klein tapped the edge of the table with a bent finger and looked toward Justice Audrey.
"You did very well. You dealt with Bakerland in less than a week."
"According to our agreement, what kind of reward would you like?"
Hearing Mr. Fool's words, Hanged Man Alger and Little Sun Derrick both looked confused.
The former was surprised by Miss Justice's efficiency, while the latter simply didn't understand how difficult the task had been or what impact it had.
Gathering his ever-wandering thoughts, Hanged Man Alger glanced at the mysterious figure of the Fool amid the Gray Fog, then lowered his head respectfully and said, "I'm sorry. I've only just made contact with the people I need, so I wasn't able to help."
"This was a commission, not a favor. There's no need to worry about it."
The Fool, Klein, at the head of the table replied with a chuckle. Then he turned to Justice Audrey again, waiting for her to state