On either side of the ancient, mottled Bronze Long Table, crimson, illusory light rose and stretched into indistinct figures.
Justice Audrey rose lightly and looked toward the head of the mottled table.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"
After a brief pause, she began greeting everyone on both sides of the table in the order of their Tarot Cards.
Once everyone had exchanged greetings, Klein the Fool surveyed the table from its head. Seeing that no one had submitted any diary pages this week, he said directly:
"You may begin."
After a brief silence, Fors the Magician quickly glanced around, then raised her hand slightly.
"Does anyone have a cursed object from an Ancient Wraith, or any leads on Asman's Brain?"
After speaking, she quietly looked toward Cyril. She felt that Mr. Fate, who belonged to the same Apprentice Pathway, most likely had one or knew of some leads.
After advancing to Astrologer, she had recently obtained the Potion Formula for the next Sequence, Scribe, from her teacher.
After a moment's consideration, Cyril said:
"I can help you look. There should be quite a few Ancient Wraiths in the Forsaken Land of the Gods." "The Asman Abraham Family has intact Asmans. You can buy one directly from them."
"The Forsaken Land of the Gods?"
Apart from the reserved, somber World and Sun, who had already met him, everyone froze, then turned to look.
Behind her thick glasses, Cattleya the Hermit's eyes flickered slightly... Did the dreams at night in that stretch of sea, that palace beneath the twilight, lead to the Forsaken Land of the Gods?
Alger the Hanged Man's dark blue pupils dilated slightly, and he looked at Derrick the Sun beside him.
*...Fate went to the Forsaken Land of the Gods! He knows how to enter it. Did his earlier