It was Monday again.
At three in the afternoon, after a brief daze, Sifa once again saw the grand and majestic palace, the ancient, mottled long table, the boundless Gray Fog, and figures appearing simultaneously before solidifying into form.
As usual, Miss Justice was the first to stand. Facing the head of the Bronze Long Table, she lifted the hem of her skirt slightly and curtsied. "Good afternoon, Mr. Fool."
However, this young lady seemed somewhat downcast today. Her voice lacked its usual vitality and brightness. Sifa gave the earl's daughter a puzzled look, wondering if something had happened to her.
Next, the other members greeted Mr. Fool one after another. During this process, Sifa noticed that there was now a verdigris cross beside Klein's right hand at the head of the Bronze Long Table.
Where had that cross come from?
Since Klein had placed it on the table for display, it definitely was not an ordinary item. It had to be at least on the same level as a Card of Blasphemy. He wondered what it did.
Sifa could not help but speculate inwardly about the item's origins, level, and purpose. The other gathering members had similar thoughts.
During the greetings exchanged among the members, Sifa also noticed that the two ladies, Magician and Judgement, seemed to know what that verdigris cross was. They stared at it for noticeably longer and exchanged a glance without seeming to mean to, both looking rather surprised.
Perhaps they had sacrificed this cross to the Fool. But they probably had not known its level, which was why they were so shocked to see Klein displaying it now.
After everyone took their seats, Sifa turned slightly and raised his hand a little. "Honorable Mr. Fool, I collected three pages of Roselle's Diary this time."