Don't let it happen again

Neph tried to read Klein's expression.

That was of little use. Mr. Fool had clearly mastered the Clown's Beyonder abilities to perfection. Even without the disguise of the gray fog, Neph could detect no change.

She glanced at the Bronze Long Table before her and felt rather helpless for a moment. The table formed an impassable gulf between her and Klein, preventing her from making any further moves.

While Neph was thinking, several crimson stars began swelling one after another, as though by unspoken agreement. Klein was not surprised. He glanced at Neph, waited until all the stars he was watching had lit up, then extended his spirituality and activated those crimson stars without distinction.

These were, of course, the Moon and the others.

After witnessing that splendid performance of the Fool's fall, none of them could calmly carry on with anything else. Once they had somewhat settled their jumbled emotions, they all chose to pray for confirmation.

With doubt already in their hearts, the faint clues Neph had left behind came to the fore. The Tarot Club's members were actually unwilling to believe that the Fool would fall like this. The scene had been too theatrical, too abrupt.

Klein was not surprised that they would pray. This was precisely the moment he had been waiting for. Once everyone's figure had become clear, he leaned back in his chair and said with a smile, "Miss Pure White told me she had rehearsed a play and invited you and me to watch it together. What did you think?"

Alger, the Hanged Man, suddenly understood. He recalled the World, who had remained calm and motionless throughout, then abruptly turned his head and discovered that the World was already gone. Suddenly, everything seemed to have an explanation.

The others likewise relaxed and gained