...Huh? Why are you looking at me?
Does Amon have something to do with me—no, with the Fool?
At the head of the mottled long table, Klein, the Fool, noticed Cyril's gaze and felt an inexplicable chill.
After a moment's hesitation, he made the World look at the Sun, Derrick, and ask:
"Did the exploration team your City of Silver sent out encounter Amon in the darkness—or someone claiming to be Amon?"
"Mm." Derrick nodded and recounted in detail what he had discussed with the prisoner next door at the bottom of the Round Tower. At the end, he added:
"This happened forty-two years ago. The Beyonder locked up next to me was the only survivor from that exploration team. He's been imprisoned at the bottom of the Round Tower ever since."
"But from my conversations with him, he doesn't seem abnormal at all."
"Not seeming abnormal is the biggest abnormality," Cyril retorted bluntly.
That's exactly what I was thinking... As his thoughts raced, Klein had the miniature World add:
"If an ordinary person were locked up in a cramped, dark room for that long, even if he hadn't gone mad, he'd certainly be on the verge of a mental breakdown."
"Being completely normal and able to talk to you like nothing's wrong is the biggest sign that something is wrong."
"That's right." Justice, Audrey, agreed.
"Spending a long time in a cramped, dark environment constantly amplifies the negative emotions inside a person, leaving them anxious, restless, and uneasy. There's no way the Beyonder next door to you could be that normal."
Derrick opened his mouth and said with difficulty, "So he's actually gone mad?"
"He probably hasn't," Cyril replied.
"...Huh?"
"What?"
"Why?"
The Tarot Club members on either side of the table looked at Cyril with varying degrees of