"Cordis, it's windy outside. Come in where it's warmer."
The moment Chrollo spoke, the noisy room fell silent.
Everyone turned toward the doorway at once.
A small figure cautiously slipped out from behind the door.
The wind howled through the night, but Cordis wore nothing more than a little tank top.
His outfit struck the Spiders as strange, and disbelief spread across their faces.
"Cordis, have you gotten so poor you have to sell your clothes?"
Nobunaga sat on the distant balcony, his face full of mockery.
Then he threw his head back and laughed.
Cordis instinctively clenched his fists, but when he saw that it was Nobunaga, he forced his anger back down.
What had happened to Uvogin still weighed on Cordis.
So when faced with Nobunaga's provocation, Cordis could only swallow it and chalk it up to bad luck.
When Nobunaga saw that Cordis wasn't responding, he couldn't be bothered to keep making a fool of himself.
He snorted, then sat cross-legged and began wiping his sword.
Under everyone's gaze, Cordis found a little corner and sat down.
Just then, Chrollo stood up, his black, pearl-like eyes turning toward Hisoka, who was still playing with his cards without a care despite Nobunaga's questioning.
"Hisoka, I want to know what 'steal the months' secrets' means in your prophecy."
At those words, the six-story card tower in front of Hisoka collapsed.
Hisoka stroked his chin, pretending to ponder the question for a while before answering.
"The members' abilities~"
"How many people?"
"Seven... no, I think it was eight~"
"What about the other party's ability?"
"Can't say~"
"Where are they from?"
"Can't say~"
"What's your relationship with them?"
"Can't say~"
The string of questions and answers yielded almost nothing useful.
Chrollo seemed to have expected those answers. He said nothing more,