At 2:32 in the afternoon.
Snap.
Sifa closed his pocket watch. There was still time, so he planned to find somewhere to test his two trap abilities and see whether his other abilities had improved. But before that, he had another plan.
He planned to pray to a God to interfere with divination for him.
Slade was a member of the Secret Order. Now that he was dead, if he had companions on the island, they would certainly also be members of the Secret Order and would surely know divination.
Although Sifa was wearing Embrace of the Night, he was worried that the item's level was not high enough to interfere with the divinations of Middle Sequence or even High Sequence Beyonders.
As for praying to a God, only two came to Sifa's mind.
One was the Lord of Storms, and the other was the Fool.
In his room, he first tried praying to the former. As expected, he received no response whatsoever.
Then he adjusted his state and softly recited the Fool's honorific name.
"O Fool who does not belong to this era—"
"You are the mysterious ruler above the gray fog."
"You are the King of Yellow and Black who governs good fortune."
"I wish to pray to You and recount what I encountered today."
"While visiting a friend, I encountered members of the Secret Order. They were after a treasure map related to the Antigonus Ruins. I fought one of them and ended his life."
"I am worried that other members may divine related information, and I hope to receive Your help."
A moment later, a grayish-white mist rose before Sifa's eyes. Boundless and endless, it instantly flooded the room.
Within that grayish-white mist, an illusory yellowish-brown parchment descended from the sky and landed before Sifa.
It