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The instant he put on the mask, he saw gray fog within arm's reach.
And at the highest point of that gray fog stood a hazy, majestic, enormous structure.
It looked like a temple, but also like a castle. It was both a Sefirah and the place where that most troublesome Great Old One's body and consciousness resided.
At his will, Bethel's consciousness rose rapidly. He seemed to hear faint calls as his consciousness passed through layer after layer of endless gray fog, leaving the Seven Lights of the Spirit World far behind. Just then, a door seemed to appear suddenly before him.
Bethel abruptly raised his head and looked around, only to find himself somewhere he had never seen before. Grayish-white fog filled the surroundings, with only a gigantic long table in the center.
There were eleven matching high-backed chairs on either side of the table, and one each at its head and foot. A small number bore the symbols of different Pathways.
Bethel saw the symbol of the "Apprentice" floating behind one high-backed chair. Almost without thinking, he immediately knew whom it belonged to.
Fors and the others aren't merely the Fool's Believers; they also come to Sefirah Castle every week to hold that Tarot Club meeting? Although she didn't dare reveal more details, everything she could say has matched up so far... Bethel had no intention of blaming Fors Wall. At this moment, he thought that after receiving Sefirah Castle's favor, Fors would inevitably rise to greater heights; becoming an Angel was a certainty. She was like insurance. With her, whether he succeeded or failed this time, the Abraham Family could remain secure for a long time to come.
Bethel searched his heart and knew he would certainly never have the leisure or inclination to hold