"Good afternoon, Mr. Fool~"
"Good afternoon, Mr. Hanged Man."
"Good afternoon, Mr. Sun."
"Good afternoon, Mr. Chariot."
In the palace shrouded in gray fog, Miss Justice's cheerful greetings rang out. Sifa noticed that today, she was greeting everyone in the order they had joined the gatherings.
Sifa glanced briefly at Cattleya and immediately understood Miss Justice's thoughtful intentions. With her strong sense of being a host, she was introducing everyone's identities to the Admiral of Stars.
With the Hanged Man sitting right beside him, Sifa keenly noticed that the blue-haired man seemed to have recognized Cattleya as well. He was visibly wary, clearly on the defensive.
On reflection, that was hardly surprising. The Admiral of Stars was no obscure figure, and the Hanged Man frequently operated at sea. It was only natural that he would recognize Cattleya.
While everyone was observing the Admiral of Stars, Cattleya was doing the same to them. Mysterious purple light flowed slowly through her eyes. Although she could not see through the gray fog obscuring their figures, she could still make out the details of their clothing.
From those details, she could roughly deduce their identities.
The Hanged Man, in his thirties, in the prime of his life, with hair as unruly as seaweed...
The Sun, probably a young male, perhaps not even an adult yet, with somewhat shy mannerisms and an archaic style of clothing...
The Chariot, also a young man, younger than the Hanged Man but more mature than the Sun. A white shirt and black waistcoat, a casual, relaxed posture, very confident in himself...
As she scrutinized the Tarot Club's members, Cattleya quietly took note of them. Just then, she felt someone's gaze settle on her. Looking back, she found it was the young Miss Justice.
Seeing the clear question in her