Above the Gray Fog, within the ancient, magnificent palace.
Another Tarot Club meeting quietly began.
Seated at the head of the table, Klein, the Fool, looked at the few pages of Roselle's Diary that Alger, the Hanged Man, had respectfully presented. The corner of his mouth twitched despite himself.
The princess of the Sauron Family was quite a treat. Her red hair was like fire, and although her temper was a little too fiery, I liked it... Emperor, you really... Seizing their political power wasn't enough? You even went after their princess...
Klein ranted furiously to himself, forcibly tearing his gaze away from those uninhibited words.
Recovering from that indescribable embarrassment, he felt somewhat speechless. Lately, the pages of Roselle's Diary submitted by the Hanged Man...
Contained less and less useful information. Most of them chronicled Roselle's romantic escapades.
Honestly, if he hadn't known for certain that none of the Tarot Club members could read Chinese, Klein would have suspected that they were deliberately offering him these "tributes" to make fun of him.
Forget it. Roselle was never particularly respectable anyway. It's perfectly normal for him to have written more diary entries about this sort of thing.
Klein comforted himself with that thought. He then cast another discreet glance at Alger, the Hanged Man, across the long table, and noticed that, from his perspective, the part of the man's spirit body representing his emotions was unusually bright.
It seems Mr. Hanged Man has been in a very good mood lately. Has something good happened to him?
Also, something about him feels a little strange... Klein considered it for a few seconds, then decided to set the thought aside for now.
Afterward, the Tarot Club members engaged in their usual exchanges.
As the meeting drew to a close, Audrey, Justice, spoke