That man was none other than Strength, whom Tarot had just struck in the forehead with a teacup.
Of the twelve guild leaders, Strength was the only one whose power came close to Tarot's.
But close as he was, Strength still could not beat Tarot in a fight.
After all, Tarot had founded the Hunter Guild.
And Strength owed much of his growth to Tarot's help. For years, he had regarded Tarot as his own father, though he knew Magician was Tarot's biological son.
That had never diminished Strength's respect for Tarot. He had always believed Tarot saw him as a son too.
But no one had expected Tarot to change so completely after his son's death.
Tarot no longer treated the guild leaders as his own. To him, they were useless fools who had failed to protect Magician.
That was why Tarot never smiled at them anymore.
Instead, he was always losing his temper with them.
Now Strength finally saw Tarot for who he was.
Bitterly disappointed in Tarot, Strength felt nothing but the urge to kill him.
All the sincerity he had once given might as well have been thrown to the dogs.
Tarot had never returned it.
Strength would not claim to have earned the Hunter Guild every honor it possessed, but he had risked his life for it time and again.
And what had he received?
Just now, Tarot had shown him no respect at all. He had struck him with a teacup in front of everyone.
At the thought, Strength felt the anger inside him surge beyond his control.
Wheel of Fortune saw his expression and understood at once.
Strength probably wanted to kill Tarot now. Wheel of Fortune, who had long resented Tarot, felt a flicker of delight.
Wheel of Fortune had been furious