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The unchanging screams and whispers surged like a tide. After passing through layer upon layer of illusory roars, Klein had arrived Above the Gray Fog and sat in the high-backed chair belonging to the Fool.

Grayish-white mist drifted through the towering palace, with crimson "stars" scattered both near and far. One of them was currently contracting and expanding—it was the star representing the Chariot.

The Chariot needs me?

Klein extended his spirituality toward the crimson light. The instant he made contact, he saw a somewhat blurry and distorted scene, and heard illusory pleas that constantly echoed and overlapped.

"O Fool that does not belong to this era;"

"You are the mysterious ruler Above the Gray Fog;"

"You are the King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck."

"I pray for you to hear me."

"Due to some unexpected events, I won't be able to attend this afternoon's Tarot Club. I'm very sorry."

"I'm very sorry."

"Sorry."

In the scene with its poor signal reception, Klein saw a man wearing a striped shirt, a dark vest, and matching trousers. He seemed to be in a washroom, bowing his head respectfully as he continued to chant.

Since he was in a washroom, there was no way to determine the Chariot's current surroundings or even where he roughly was.

But in some ways, we're quite alike. As expected, all gentlemen like to run to the washroom.

Hmm, an unexpected event? It doesn't matter. I haven't managed to find out the Conspirer formula or any related clues anyway. Klein shrugged. There was no one else in the palace, so he didn't fear being seen.

Then, he responded.

"I understand."

On the Wavebreaker, Sifa came out of the washroom and saw Frank. Wearing a shirt with a floral pattern paired with dark shorts, and