With little time left, Klein and Lin Chuan did not discuss Ritual Magic any further. Instead, they returned to their respective seats, intending to continue after the Tarot Club gathering ended.
Actually, I still think adding a serving of sweet iced tea as an offering would be strange... As Klein thought this, he tapped his forehead twice and activated Spirit Vision.
He wanted to examine the aura colors of Justice and the Hanged Man to determine whether being Above the Gray Fog suppressed Spirit Vision, or whether something special about Lin Chuan himself prevented others from seeing through him.
Crimson light bloomed on either side of the Bronze Long Table, surging upward like fountains before raining down and "sculpting" two indistinct figures.
Klein noticed that their positions had not changed at all since the last gathering. Yet when he had ascended above the gray fog just now, he had not appeared directly at the head of the Bronze Long Table.
What does that mean? I first appeared above the gray fog, then arrived at my seat only after thinking, "I want to sit there."
Does that mean Justice and the Hanged Man appeared directly in their previous seats because I thought they should be there?
Deep in thought, Klein rested one hand flat against the edge of the table while loosely curling the other around his chin. His gaze turned toward the illusory figures that had just appeared on either side of the long table.
To his surprise, he could see the aura colors of Justice and the Hanged Man perfectly clearly. He could even peer into the depths of their ether bodies.
Justice's aura was bright and lustrous, with an appropriate thickness. It was primarily red and yellow, representing happiness, enthusiasm, and excitement. The color deeper within was pure