Klein, the Fool, quietly watched Raphael as he surveyed his surroundings. He studied Raphael's Spirit Body closely and couldn't help frowning.
Raphael's Spirit Body was exceptionally robust-this was the first time Klein had felt anything like this. Although the Spirit Bodies of adults were roughly the same size, Raphael's simply felt more "robust."
Furthermore, a white power and a black power seemed to be constantly clashing inside his Spirit Body. For now, however, the white power appeared to have the upper hand, creating a strange balance between the two.
This was also rather peculiar. At the very least, Klein couldn't recall Miss Sharron's Spirit Body-or even Miss Messenger's-ever being in such a state.
After hearing Raphael's greeting, Klein nodded slightly. "I believe you're already familiar with the Tarot Club. Before participating in this gathering, draw your code name."
As he spoke, Klein raised a hand, and a deck of tarot cards appeared before Raphael.
Raphael casually drew one. It depicted a figure with goat horns, enormous bat wings, and an evil grin: the Devil
card.
Raphael turned the card in his hand toward the Fool. "Devil."
Klein nodded. "Good. From now on, you will be Devil."
Inwardly, however, he was puzzled. Why Devil instead of Temperance?
After giving it a little thought, Klein understood. Perhaps it was because Raphael didn't agree with the Temperance Faction's ideals.
He had heard Miss Sharron mention this before.
The Fool said nothing more, and neither did Raphael. He settled back into his chair and waited for the gathering to begin.
The Fool did want to inquire about the Lord of Evil Desires, but certain questions weren't appropriate for the Fool to ask. He would leave them for the World later.
Soon, it was three o'clock sharp. Mr. Fool raised a hand, and illusory figures