Above the Gray Fog.
There was still some time before the Tarot Club officially began. Klein had arrived early to prepare for the upcoming gathering.
"Sigh..." He let out a soft sigh, then deftly conjured the dummy "World."
"Praise the Sun!"
The instant the World's figure solidified, a line utterly at odds with his gloomy demeanor burst uncontrollably from his mouth, brimming with enthusiasm and high spirits. His voice echoed through the empty palace.
"Uh..." Even after hearing it so many times, Klein's mouth still twitched, his face clouding over.
"Praise the Sun... Praise the Su... Praise..."
As time passed, the aura of the "Sun" surrounding the World gradually weakened, and his exuberant praises finally died down.
He had made this World dummy using the beyonder characteristic Rosago had left behind. Since he had purified Rosago with a Sun Flame charm, the characteristic had retained a strong "sunny flavor."
He still vividly remembered the World's first Tarot Club meeting. Miss Justice had been greeting him politely when the World suddenly shouted an uncontrollable "Praise the Sun!"
The outburst had startled Alger the Hanged Man and delighted little Derrick the Sun. Even Miss Justice, a Spectator, had frozen on the spot. The scene could hardly have been more awkward.
It had led everyone to believe that the World was another turncoat lurking within the Church of the Eternal Blazing Sun, a colleague of the Hanged Man from the Church of Storms...
He had spent ages explaining, even invoking the Fool's authority, before convincing them that the World was merely under the influence of a mystical item from the sun domain. He really wasn't a turncoat.
After that mortifying experience, he had learned his lesson. Before every gathering, he brought the World out early and let him air out for a while,