Why did Apothecaries all like making potions for that sort of thing? The Fat Apothecary at Mr. Eye of Wisdom's gathering was like that, and so was this Sanguine viscount, Karen...
And Emperor, if you'd reached the point of needing drugs, couldn't you take a break?
After grumbling to himself, Klein read the page several more times. He guessed that Roselle had written this entry early in his term as consul of the Intis Republic. After all, he had been working so "hard" to ensure that the new Civil Code he had drafted and enacted would be put into effect smoothly.
Most of those ladies' and young ladies' surnames belonged to nobles with ties to the Eternal Blazing Sun, or even to bishops who "praised the Sun."
It hadn't been easy for the Emperor to mend relations with the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun...
With that thought, Klein made the three diary pages in his hand vanish. He leaned back in his chair and said to the Tarot Club members, "You may begin."
The moment he finished speaking, Alger the Hanged Man looked around and spoke as though he had prepared his words in advance:
"I recently took on an investigation. I don't know whether any of you have relevant leads.
"Over the past two or three years, quite a few native tribes in the Southern Continent have been raided. Everyone was taken. Some slaves on plantations and islands at sea have also fled under strange circumstances.
"Since the nations of the Northern Continent abolished the slave trade, nothing like this has happened in a long time. Have you heard any rumors?"
His gaze passed over Justice, Judgment, the Magician, the Tower, and the World, but not the Sun.
Audrey the Justice carefully recalled the scraps she had heard