"Angel of Imagination"
Intricately carved stone pillars support a high, semi-circular Vault, while the stone walls on either side are adorned with murals that seem to tell a story of history.
A simple, antique-style long table is placed in the center, surrounded by high-backed chairs.
Spirituality intuition swept over the area, and excluding the large stone chair at the very top, which was clearly distinguished by its cross decoration, there were a total of ninety-nine seats.
Further out, in the Spectator area resembling a courtroom, there were square stone benches arranged densely, separated from the long, rustic tables.
Pali Beria's memory tells Lorry that she, or rather they, were in that very place when they attended the party before.
Following the deep voice, Pali Beria Lorry saw a middle-aged priest in a white robe with a warm smile.
He had a pair of clear, light-colored eyes and a pale golden beard that covered the lower half of his face. At this moment, he was looking at me with great interest.
Strangely, even though she could clearly see the other person, she felt that there was no one there, and she couldn't recall their image in her mind.
Pali Beria Lorry gasped, feeling as if she were being seen through, as if her clothes had been stripped off and she was standing there naked.
The middle-aged priest said calmly, "You should choose your seat now."
The words had barely left his mouth.
The high-backed chairs surrounding the antique long table began to change, with about a third of the seating area now enveloped in a gentle white hue.
"Some of them were never chosen, and others lost their owners for various reasons; all of them are eligible for selection."
In a calm voice, Pali Beria Lorry followed her Spirituality intuition and turned her gaze to a high-backed chair in the middle of the room.
Just then, she heard a soft chuckle.
Then, the middle-aged priest's voice, slightly different from before, was heard. "The previous owner of this seat was Roselle."
Roselle?
Emperor Roselle?
Pali Beria Lorry paused for a moment, then abruptly turned to look to the side—the other side of the high-backed chair she had chosen was unoccupied.
Hermes be my tablemate at future gatherings?
Who was the Hermes who created Hermes, living from the Second Epoch to the present day?
"Don't be nervous," the middle-aged priest's Soothing voice rang out at the opportune moment. "In this place, no one among the participants can see right through you."
"This is a matter of protection and respect for everyone."
No one involved could see through it, except you, the master? The thought had barely crossed her mind when Pali Beria Lorry wanted to slap herself.
A soft laugh followed in her ear, "Hurting yourself is a sin."
"..."
The middle-aged priest remained calm, his tone utterly indifferent, and said, "I don't care about a member's status, as long as they don't stand in the way of the times."
"The party will start in thirty seconds. You may take your seats now."
As he spoke, He paused slightly, a smile appearing on His lips, "Also, please give my regards to the beings behind you."
Pali Beria Lorry nodded, a chill running down her spine, her full, alluring red lips pressed tightly together, and walked expressionlessly to her assigned spot.
On the bright side, at least I don't have to worry about my deskmate Hermes spying on me.
As for the organizer and leader of this Concealment gathering, she felt it was necessary for her to learn to think about things from different perspectives.
for example:
Sharing something that others don't is the beginning of building a closer relationship.
Backlund, East Borough.
Safe House on Black Palm Street, Klein, who was resting in bed, suddenly heard layers of illusory prayers ringing in his ears.
It was a woman, "Miss Magician"? The thought flashed through his mind, and he sat up with a swift movement, taking four steps backward to reach the Above the Gray Fog.
Five minutes later, in the Real World, Klein received a thick stack of brand-new, still-smelling banknotes, a relaxed smile spreading across his face.
"Finally, I've collected enough..."
"Now, no, it's too late. Let's do it tomorrow. We'll transfer the two thousand five hundred pounds to Miss ' Justice ' through Sacrifice ceremony first thing tomorrow morning."
"That way, I can quickly Advancement ' Faceless '."
He muttered to himself, a smile playing on his dark eyes, but it didn't last long:
"Well, after the Advancement, I need to hurry up and apologize to Miss Sharron, tell her the reason why I can't receive the payment, and ask for compensation."
"That's another huge expense."
"If I'd known the ' Magician ' would pay so readily, I should have asked for more."
Klein thought to himself, filled with regret.
He knew very well that among the current members of the Tarot Club, only Miss "The Magician" barely possessed that Beyonder Characteristic "Interrogator" quality.
This is based on the fact that the other party had previously revealed that they had £1,500 in Cash.
With no other members expressing interest, Klein carefully considered the matter and set the price for both items at this figure.
He thought the "Magician" would hesitate and need some time to consider, but to his surprise, the money was in his hands in just a few hours.
"Leaving aside the Book of Secrets, just the Beyonder Characteristic of the ' Interrogator ' would normally fetch at least £1,200."
"Alas, what a miscalculation... I only considered Miss ' The Magician's' savings and Ms. Hugh's poverty, and I completely overlooked her 'friend,' my own ' Blessed '... Leaving aside his part-time job Bestselling Author, just considering his Pathway, his net worth must be extremely high..."
"Next time I deal with Miss ' Magician,' I can be a little more generous with my asking price. If necessary, I'll give her some room to bargain."
With that thought flashing through his mind, Klein let out a sigh of frustration.
In the blink of an eye, he sighed again:
"I'm clearly the ' King of Yellow and Black,' the one who holds the key to good fortune, so why is Miss ' Magician ' so much luckier than me?"
"First, he became Abraham's student, thus eliminating the problem of the Advancement Formula, and then he gained a wealthy 'friend'."
"I also want 'friends' like that, the more the better. It's just a pity they probably won't be that generous with the same sex, but considering I'm about to Advancement ' Faceless '... cough!"
Realizing his mistake in time, Klein couldn't help but cover his face with his hands in shame.
Even with the abilities of the "Clown," he couldn't control his blushing face and could only open the window to let the cold wind help him sober up.
The White Swan.
The suite has another Bedroom and Terrace.
Achoo!
Lorry frowned suspiciously.
Did he get infected with the disease because of his close contact with the Lady Despair that afternoon? Thinking this, he carefully examined himself and found it was a false alarm.
It must be because of the strong wind here.
Lorry put this trivial matter out of his mind and returned to the question he had been pondering: what did Adam mean by his last words?
What does it mean?
Should He convey His greetings to all those who have passed on His life?
There are definitely two or more "you all", but apart from the beautiful and kind Goddess, I don't seem to have received any help from other beings.
Could it be that the "you all" He mentioned include His own being? But He is a Sequence 7, which seems to have nothing to do with the description of "existence".