That same morning.
Above the Gray Fog.
As streaks of deep crimson light rose simultaneously within the ancient palace, the mysterious palace, like the abode of Giants, immediately gained a little vitality and was no longer deathly still.
The rays of light quickly condensed and solidified into several figures.
Some had gloomy auras, some exuded flamboyance; there were aristocratic young ladies and dignified women.
"Good morning, Mr. World." Sifa was the first to greet him.
"Good morning, Mr. Chariot." Klein's alternate identity, World, replied hoarsely.
"Good morning, Miss Justice."
After breakfast, Sifa applied to Mr. Fool for a gathering among the members. The participants he designated were World Gehrman Sparrow, Justice Audrey, Magician Fors, Hanged Man Alger, Moon Emlyn, and Hermit Cattleya.
As the gathering's initiator, Sifa greeted each participant.
He felt it was necessary to exchange the intelligence they had gathered with everyone, especially Klein. This would help them jointly prevent George III from advancing to the Black Emperor.
After the greetings, Sifa went straight to the point. "Recently, I've gathered some information regarding the Black Emperor's advancement. I'd like to share it with Mr. World and everyone else, and I hope to obtain related information from you as well."
"Alright." Klein remained true to World's persona and answered without any needless words.
The information Chariot had provided at the previous Tarot Club gathering, combined with a hunt not long ago, had confirmed that the secret the Loen Royal Family was desperately protecting was King George III's advancement to the Black Emperor.
At the same time, the Psychology Alchemists were invisibly influencing the Kingdom's nobles, silently pushing the war into being.
One could imagine that once the war broke out and George III became a god...
Then...
The war would very likely no longer be confined to the North