"I understand."
Finding the Hanged Man quite straightforward, The Star, Leonard, nodded in response while calculating inwardly. Selling the Kindling gloves left me with 7,000 pounds. With my other savings, I could afford even 12,000 pounds.
Of course, normally I could ask to buy one through the Fate Hermit Order, but that gathering only happens about once every six months. The Tarot Club is more convenient. That's what they mean by "you get what you pay for."
Just then, Sifa cleared his throat.
"I have a weapon."
He looked toward the head of the Bronze Long Table. After obtaining permission from Klein, the Fool, he conjured a rugged-looking revolver. Scratches and rust marked its body, and its thick barrel gave everyone an immediate sense of its power.
"It's called Fallen Whisper. It corresponds to Sequence 6 and has four abilities: Devil Transformation, Malice Perception, Unclean Bullet-Slowness, and Unclean Bullet-Corruption."
Sifa briefly explained the abilities and their negative effects, then smiled. "It basically meets your requirements. The only drawback is that it isn't discreet enough. If you want it, it's yours for 7,000 pounds."
Fallen Whisper was of little use to Sifa now. Shadow Swamp could replace Unclean Bullet-Slowness, while the physical strength provided by Devil Transformation fell short of his Steel Body. Only Malice Perception and Unclean Bullet-Corruption still had some use.
The former could sense and identify sources of danger, while the latter could weaken substitute spells.
But he was already a demigod. Opponents at that level had far too many ways to conceal their malice, and Sifa had no need to worry about anyone below that level.
As for substitute spells, he now had abilities and methods to counter them, such as having Mr. X declare, "Substitutes are prohibited here."
At this point, Fallen Whisper was little more