"Extremely dangerous? Mr. Chariot, do you think so too?"
Sun seemed rather surprised and asked in return.
Before Sifa could respond, Hanged Man glanced up at the towering dome and said, "Anyone who doesn't think so must be out of their mind."
Seeing that Sun still seemed puzzled, Sifa shook his head. "Isn't it obvious? The exploration team encountered someone calling himself Amon, and everyone lost control except the captain."
"That alone is suspicious. How did he survive? Amon must have spared him deliberately. Why would Amon do that? If it were me, I would certainly use your captain to gather the information I needed."
"There's more," Alger added. "That captain spent a full forty-two years in a dungeon for people who have lost control. Your region doesn't even have a clear distinction between day and night. How lucid and rational would he have to be to know he'd spent forty-two years there?"
"Don't you find that extremely strange?"
Sifa concluded, "Besides, that Amon came from the Blasphemer Family. With all those factors combined, isn't the danger obvious?"
Understanding finally dawned on Sun, and he said sincerely, "Thank you, Mr. Chariot."
"Thank you, Mr. Hanged Man."
Audrey, who had been listening with keen interest, saw that Sun apparently had nothing else he needed help with. She turned toward the head of the Bronze Long Table and said with a gentle smile, "Mr. Fool, I request a private conversation."
"Granted."
Once the figure shrouded in gray fog at the head of the table agreed, Sifa could no longer sense anyone around him. It was as though he were the only person left in the entire palace.
Sifa guessed that Mr. Fool had blocked their senses to prevent anyone from discovering, through casual conversation, that World was merely the Fool's mouthpiece.
*Klein