Judging by her tone, Miss Justice seemed to be in low spirits... Had something happened? The Fool Klein's heart stirred. He carefully observed the colors of her emotions and found that there was nothing else wrong with her; she was simply in a bad mood.
He did not deactivate his Spirit Vision. Instead, he naturally went on to observe the others.
The colors deep within Poet, Emlyn, and Miss Magician's auras had all become much purer. Had they advanced? Heh, their auras were still somewhat unstable, so they had probably all succeeded within the same day.
With that, even the weakest members of the Tarot Club were Sequence 6. Even among top-tier factions, they would be absolute backbone forces.
Miss Judgment and Madam Hermit were still the same as before... Like me, they should only be one ritual away from becoming Demigods.
Little Sun was in quite a good mood... Had he encountered something good?
Meanwhile, Mr. Hanged Man seemed somewhat uneasy and covertly glanced toward the World... Had something happened to the item I commissioned the Artisan behind him to craft a few weeks ago?
There was no need to mention Sharron. Her emotions were as calm as ever...
As for The Tower... Heh, that guy was a troublemaker from beginning to end. Not worth mentioning!
While Klein was silently grumbling, the Tarot Club members had already finished greeting one another. As usual, Hermit Cattleya pushed up her glasses, turned sideways, and respectfully bowed toward the seat at the head of the Bronze Long Table.
"Respected Mr. Fool, there are still three pages of diary this time."
As she spoke, the permitted Cattleya materialized the diaries and watched them vanish from before her eyes, appearing in Mr. Fool's palm.
"Very good." Klein gave a mild compliment, then casually glanced