"Of course, you must also understand that although gods are powerful, they cannot interfere excessively with reality."
Everyone exchanged glances, and a strange silence fell over Sefirah Castle.
A few minutes later,
World, who had remained silent all along, spoke up, bringing everyone back to reality from their succession of shocks. "Miss Magician, you're a novelist, correct?"
Fors had not expected to be called on so suddenly and hurriedly said, "Uh, I'm just an ordinary fiction writer. I wouldn't call myself a 'novelist.'"
"Good. I have a commission for you."
Klein then briefly explained his requirements. In short, he wanted novels written with himself as the protagonist and circulated as widely as possible-this was one approach he had thought of for acting as a Bizarro Sorcerer.
As he explained, everyone learned that Mr. World had also quietly advanced to Sequence 4 without their noticing, becoming a half-human, half-god existence.
But with Edward and Emperor Roselle having already set such dazzling precedents, Mr. World's performance could only be called "barely passable." Oh, is that so? How impressive.
And then?
Then there was nothing more.
Audrey next spoke to Emlyn about providing food aid. Amid Emlyn's repeated expressions of gratitude, the atmosphere of the Tarot Club gradually relaxed, and everyone began requesting the materials they needed as usual.
Twenty minutes later, this Tarot Club gathering drew to a close.
Mr. Fool looked around at everyone and said, "Everyone, in the days ahead, the turmoil throughout the world may very well continue to intensify. I hope you will all be careful."
He lightly tapped the table. "That will be all for today."
Bernadette immediately spoke up, clearly still remembering the diary from earlier. "Mr. Fool, I..."
Roselle sprang up, rushed over, and covered his daughter's mouth, then waved at Klein. "Mr. Fool, see