Zaratul? The mad Zaratul?
Seeing those words, Klein suddenly recalled an image Arrodes had displayed before:
It had been a deep, secluded hall with no natural light source, and within it was a huge, writhing thing...
Arrodes had told him that the writhing thing was Zaratul, who had lost control while advancing to Sequence 1. He had been transferred by some Unknown existence to the hall in that image...
So that so-called Unknown existence was the Emperor?
And where was that hall?
Thoughts flashed through Klein's mind as his gaze swept toward the contents below. The result nearly angered him into tearing the parchment apart.
Because it was all completely unreadable "gibberish"!
"No, rather than gibberish, it would be more accurate to say that, apart from that one sentence about Zaratul, all the words afterward had appeared on the first page, only their order had been scrambled...
"I wonder which unscrupulous merchant had done something so immoral, fooling even members of the Psychology Alchemists."
—The two diary pages provided by Miss Justice still came from the Psychology Alchemists...
Shaking his head, Klein did not waste any more time. He made the four diary pages vanish, then smiled at the Tarot Club members.
"You may begin."
Sun Derrick immediately turned his head toward The Tower and said gratefully, "Mr. Tower, thank you for providing the Secret Art. It saved quite a few residents imprisoned beneath the Round Tower who were on the verge of losing control... One of them was even an older sister who lived on the same street as me..."
He even instinctively emphasized that "older sister"? It seemed he had quite a good relationship with her... After giving it some thought, Abner replied with a smile, "It was merely a transaction... Have your higher-ups already mastered that Secret