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In an unremarkable house in Empress Borough, the Beyonder gathering convened by Mr. A took place as scheduled.
Fors and Xio had changed their clothes and accompanied Viscount Glaint, who wore an iron-black mask, into the hall, where they found seats at random.
Before the gathering officially began, Viscount Glaint hurried to write down his request for an attendant, then prayed to the Goddess, hoping someone would respond later.
Fors was as languid as ever and, unusually, had put on a hood, using its shadows to conceal her face.
She was thinking back on Mr. Lawrence's affairs. The old man, who was suspected to be from the Abraham Family, had closed his eyes for the last time in a hotel, leaving behind a small "diamond" and a special notebook, and asking her to deliver these belongings to someone else. She knew perfectly well what that eye-sized "diamond" was: the Beyonder characteristic he had left behind. However, she could not yet determine which Sequence it belonged to.
Fors had casually leafed through the notebook and discovered that many of its pages were still blank. The portions with content were filled with all sorts of bizarre, peculiar, mysterious symbols and magical markings, completely beyond the scope of her knowledge.
What they are doesn't matter. What matters is that I keep my promise... Fors admonished herself.
Just then, Mr. A, who sat in an armchair wearing an exaggerated hood, spoke hoarsely. "I have a task."
"Help me find people who believe in the so-called 'Fool.'"
Huh? Fors snapped out of her thoughts.
"The Fool?" The Beyonders attending Mr. A's gathering either mulled over the word themselves or whispered to their companions, discussing whether they had ever encountered anyone with such a faith.
At that moment, Mr. A had the attendant beside him