"Why?" Fors, the Magician, asked in confusion. "If there's nothing wrong, why keep her locked up?"
Before Derrick could answer, Alger, the Hanged Man, interjected:
"There's no way there's nothing wrong. It's just that whatever's wrong with her hasn't been discovered yet."
"Your Chief couldn't possibly have overlooked that, yet he still told you this."
"What does that mean?" Fors asked on Derrick's behalf.
Audrey, Justice, seated beside her, thought for a moment before replying:
"Hmm... Politically speaking, it means that the Chief doesn't trust any outsider who tries to approach or influence the City of Silver. He's looking for a counterbalance, for stability."
There was a hint of emotion in her voice. From the City of Silver's perspective, there was nothing wrong with this choice, but as a member of the Tarot Club, she disliked feeling mistrusted.
After all, Mr. Patient was truly benevolent and great!
Well, the Chief had never met Mr. Fool. He could only learn a little about him from Mr. Sun, so it was inevitable that he'd have some doubts.
But trying to use that Shepherd elder to create a counterbalance to Mr. Sun was truly a mistake.
As her thoughts stirred, she heard Mr. Fool lightly tap the edge of the table. She hurriedly turned her head, curious to see how Mr. Fool would react to the matter.
At the head of the mottled long table, Klein, the Fool, leaned back leisurely in his chair and looked at Derrick, the Sun.
"There's no need to worry about it. Improving yourself as quickly as possible is the most important thing for you right now."
"As long as your City of Silver continues exploring beyond its borders, you'll sooner or later encounter those staying in the Forsaken Land of the Gods."
"As long as you don't