She had only just finished muttering when she felt the Fool's summons and let the Crimson Tide swallow her.
Mr. Azik's rental flat.
Ever since Mr. Azik returned, Priscilla had moved back from the Aurora Order's base.
At the moment, she was lying barefoot on the bed, waiting for the Tarot Club gathering to begin.
Medici lounged beside her with his legs crossed and laughed. "Brat, that lousy gathering you attend isn't much, is it? Once they learned that kid had been taken by Ouroboros to see the Lord, they didn't even dare answer you."
Priscilla planted her hands on her hips. "If you're so amazing, why don't you help me rescue Edward?"
"I'm not free labor! Why should I rescue him?"
"Hmph, that's just an excuse for being useless. You don't dare go! You're scared of that Ouroboros!"
Medici laughed. "Ha! Brat, are you thinking of switching to the Hunter Pathway too?"
"Bleh, bleh, bleh!"
She stuck her tongue out at Medici and made a face.
Just then, gray fog rose before her eyes, and crimson light rushed toward her.
Watching her suddenly fall still, Medici raised an eyebrow slightly and sneered. "Heh, there's no mistaking it. This feeling... this aura, and he calls himself the Fool."
"That little raven would be delighted if he knew, wouldn't he? I can hardly wait."
Meanwhile, aboard the Blue Revenge on the Sonia Sea, the Hanged Man, Alger, finally received Mr. Fool's summons again, bringing two days of worry and unease to an end.
In the City of Silver in the Forsaken Land of the Gods, Derrick also successfully entered that magnificent palace.
In Afternoon Town.
The previous night, the two of them had picked a relatively well-preserved house, pitched their tent, and gone to rest early. Amon's presence had