Alger's brainstorming

"Great Mr. Fool, please inform Mr. Hanged Man that I received a revelation from Miss Pure White. He once discovered a primitive island with Qilingus, and an item I am searching for is on that island.

"I hope he will provide its coordinates. The payment will be the Ocean Songster potion formula-"

The grayish-white mist dissipated along with the voice. Alger, the Hanged Man, surveyed the captain's quarters in his bishop's robes, his brow furrowing.

He had been trying to purchase the Ocean Songster potion formula for a long time. Now that a lead had suddenly appeared, he should have been delighted, but recalling the World's message, he could not help sinking into thought.

Alger was not surprised that the World knew about the primitive island. Since this was a revelation from Miss Pure White, there was nothing strange about it-Mr. Fool had personally confirmed that this was Miss Pure White's authority!

Authority-what a stirring word... But why would Miss Pure White grant a revelation...?

Alger exhaled, suppressing the yearning in his heart, his expression somber.

At the previous Tarot Club gathering, the Fool had announced Miss Pure White's departure from the Tarot Club. Alger had realized almost immediately that she had probably crossed some crucial threshold. She was no longer a Child of God under someone's protection, or someone's emissary. The next time she appeared, she might appear as a God.

Of course, another possibility was that Miss Pure White had truly entered the upper echelons of the Aurora Order, becoming a trusted presence at the True Creator's side. Naturally, it would no longer be appropriate for her to remain so close to another God.

In fact, which of these was the actual answer did not matter, because their core implications were the same. First, Miss Pure White had