Above the Gray Fog lay an eternal, unchanging silence. Here, even the most restless heart would grow calm, finding a temporary escape from the troubles of the outside world.
The crimson around Sifa was receding, and he saw the other members of the Tarot Club appear one after another along the sides and at the foot of the long table.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"
"Good afternoon, Mr. Chariot."
Miss Justice seemed to be in a wonderful mood, judging by her light, cheerful voice. Sometimes, Sifa envied her. Living in this world with almost no worries, as she did, was an extraordinary luxury.
"Good afternoon, Miss Justice." Sifa nodded slightly in response to Audrey, then took his seat in his bronze chair.
Audrey was indeed in a wonderful mood. Last night, she had obtained the potion formula for Sequence 7 Psychiatrist from the Psychology Alchemists.
Moreover, the Psychology Alchemists had not asked her to make an immediate contribution, calling it an "advance."
Even after an entire night, Audrey still felt a complicated mix of excitement, exhilaration, reassurance, and peace.
After sitting down, she looked toward the figure shrouded in gray fog and said, "Honorable Mr. Fool, I've obtained three more pages of Roselle's Diary."
Hearing Miss Justice's words, Sifa felt envious. Her ability to collect diary pages was truly outstanding. With her extensive connections and plentiful channels, she could always obtain pages of Roselle's Diary with ease.
"What would you like in return?" the figure concealed by thick gray fog at the head of the Bronze Long Table asked with a smile.
"Could we consider it payment for answering my earlier question?" Audrey said sincerely.
What question?
It looks like Miss Justice consulted him privately about some difficult problem. Sifa observed quietly. Then came Mr. Fool's reading time.
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