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Cattleya was still in Sefirah Castle.
Today held special significance for Cattleya. She had spent over an hour in the Kingdom of God above the gray fog, a privilege probably not even the Saints of the major Churches enjoyed. She felt overwhelmed by the favor, but also somewhat numb. Being with the other Tarot Club members would have been fine, but Mr. Fool's sudden appearance and equally sudden miracle put her under considerable pressure. Her head was almost level with the tabletop, and she dared neither move nor speak.
Klein could guess what she was thinking just by looking at her. The Sea God Scepter floated behind his high-backed chair, his intervention in the War of the Gods at an end for now. Alger had also climbed out of the sea and reached a relatively safe area nearby, where he had prayed to the Fool to report that he was safe.
He had taken refuge in Bayam, the capital of the Rorsted Archipelago, because he felt it was very likely under the Fool's protection. The disaster at sea had been so severe, yet this place, a stone's throw away, had remained peaceful.
Thus, Alger had found Karat, the leader of the Rorsted Archipelago's Resistance Army, with practiced ease. He had then confirmed his guess through Karat's account and seamlessly joined the collective prayer ritual that the Resistance Army and the Sea God's believers were holding to praise the Sea God for saving them.
To express his gratitude to the Sea God for saving him, Alger had even splurged on donating a dormitory building to the Charity School.
How much longer will the War of the Gods outside last? Although he had intervened at the Royal Palace, Klein naturally did not dare look.
Klein was a little agitated. He could