Although the man wore a smile, Reg felt a shudder from the depths of his heart.
It was as if he were facing his natural predator.
Even when he had faced the Black Saint Catherine, he had never felt this way.
But now, facing this ordinary-looking man,
Reg felt as if he could not defy him.
This was suppression from the same Pathway!
Sifa was also sizing up the man before him.
From the man's body,
he could still see traces of Trissy.
This made him sincerely marvel at the wonders of potions.
They could actually change one's gender.
What a crazy world.
He then said to Katarina, "Arrange a place for him to stay. I'll leave him to you."
Katarina bowed slightly. "As you wish."
As for Reg's arrival,
Sifa did not feel anything in particular.
The thing he had to do next was conquer this continent.
For the entire continent, whether there was one more or one fewer Demigod
did not make much difference.
In the blink of an eye, it was afternoon.
Today was Monday.
Three in the afternoon.
Sifa appeared above the Gray Fog.
Crimson lights rose from both sides of the mottled long table, transforming into figures one after another.
"The Hanged Man," "The Sun," "The Hermit," and "The Magician."
"Judgement," "The Star," "The Moon," "Justice," and the other members of the Tarot Club.
Of course, this included "The World" Gehrman Sparrow.
Among them, "Justice" Audrey keenly sensed, through her Spectator abilities, that Mr. Fool was very different from before.
He had become even harder to predict, more mysterious, and more powerful.
The young lady's heart filled with boundless joy. She faintly guessed that Mr. Fool might have revived.
Completely revived.
And regained his former, complete strength!
Thus, she slightly lifted her skirt, bowed toward