South Bridge District, Weldi Street.
After returning home, Cyril sat at his desk, took a gold coin from his pocket, and flicked it into the air.
The coin spun several times before landing in his hand, heads up. That meant yes!
"The problem's been taken care of."
"Just as I thought, 0-08 is a very handy tool pen. I didn't even need to say anything aloud. I only had to think of it and Adam at the same time."
"Hmm... It's probably best not to use this method too often. No matter how cowardly it is, it's still a dangerous Grade 0 Sealed Artifact. It wouldn't be good if it got so angry that it decided to drag me down with it."
As he murmured to himself, a familiar voice suddenly echoed in his mind, calm and gentle:
"An impromptu gathering in one hour."
...Adam?
Cyril was surprised. This seemed to be the first time Adam had contacted him of his own accord... And the Twilight Hermit Order, which only gathered once every six months, was holding an impromptu meeting? Had something happened?
As his thoughts stirred, thick grayish-white fog suddenly spread before his eyes, revealing the majestic figure of the Fool seated deep within the mist.
...They'd missed each other by only two seconds. They could have met in advance.
As he mused, crimson light surged from the fog like a tide, gathering into a scene of Sherlock Moriarty praying before a mirror in a washroom.
"Esteemed Mr. Fool, please pass a message to Mr. Fate for me. The Spirit World Creature has been killed by the bodyguard. It left behind Beyonder characteristics and a Mystical Item with a limited duration."
"Also, Rosago, who came to assassinate me, was killed in turn, and left behind spoils of his own.