Please, take a seat?
Charlotte silently marveled, feeling that Mr. Fool seemed somewhat different today from how he had been at the last gathering.
If last time he had been an exalted being who took little interest in anything around the long table, his words this time were noticeably more animated, as though they carried something-something difficult to describe, like human emotion?
Perhaps I'm imagining it. After all, this is only my second time attending the gathering and meeting this being- She dared not dwell on it. Following his instructions, she sat down again, her gaze naturally settling on the three gentlemen opposite her.
The gray fog concealed everyone's faces and expressions, but it could not entirely hide their movements. Mr. Tower remained as guarded as ever, yet frequently turned to look at the others, while Hermit quietly adjusted his posture and leaned forward, clearly interested in today's changes.
Gradually, everyone's gaze settled on Magician, but no one dared speak first, as though they were waiting for something.
At that moment, Mr. Fool's gaze seemed to sweep over everyone at the table, and his voice rang out again. It now carried some emotional inflection, yet still sounded indistinct through the gray fog. "You may begin now."
As soon as he finished speaking, the black-haired Magician looked toward Temperance beside Charlotte, seemingly checking her attitude. After a moment, he took the initiative to speak. "After last month's gathering ended, Miss Temperance in the Southern Continent and I each performed an offering and bestowal ritual using the method Mr. Fool provided.
"Through this method, we both successfully sent and received the items the other had supplied. There were no mishaps throughout the process; we merely consumed some materials imbued with spirituality during the rituals."
It really worked- Although Charlotte had already suspected