Because it was Monday and the Tarot Club would convene at three in the afternoon, Sifa returned to the inn and his room after lunch.
When the clock on his pocket watch reached three, illusory crimson light surged before Sifa's eyes. Amid the familiar sensation of dizziness, he arrived in the majestic palace and appeared beside the ancient long table.
Within clusters of crimson light, other figures rapidly took shape. "Justice," "Magician," "World," "Sun," and "Hanged Man" appeared in the palace Above the Gray Fog almost simultaneously.
As Audrey greeted Mr. Fool with her usual curtsy, Sifa noticed that "Sun" seemed somewhat uneasy. Recalling how he had tried to find an excuse to refuse the mission last time, Sifa could not help but wonder if he had failed.
Audrey had also noticed that "Sun" was not quite himself. After greeting Mr. Fool, she looked toward "Sun" and asked, "What are you worried about?"
Without concealing anything, "Sun" said, "Last time, I followed Mr. Hanged Man's suggestion and made myself look like I was on the verge of Loss of Control. As expected, I did not have to join the investigation mission."
"I was sent to the bottom of the Round Tower for isolation and treatment. There is a mystical item there."
At this point, "Sun" looked toward the head of the long table. "Honorable Mr. Fool, will that mystical item discover that I am participating in the Tarot Club?"
Hearing that, Sifa laughed inwardly.
Mr. Fool probably cannot answer that question either. After all, the one behind the Gray Fog still does not possess power and experience matching his status...
"Probably not."
Sifa spoke with a smile. "This is Mr. Fool's world. Normally, a mere mystical item cannot discover it unless it possesses some unusual effect. Even so, I do