In the captain's cabin, Cattleya slowly rose from the floor and silently walked to the full-length mirror next to the bookshelf.
In the mirror, her face was fair and smooth, without a single crack. Her ears were normal and small, without any signs of protrusion. Her slightly dark purple eyes were calm and still, as if nothing had happened.
However, Cattleya's somewhat mysterious eyes could see even more:
Beneath the skin, flesh and blood resembling eyeballs, not yet fully dissolved; Spirit Body rapidly fading into pain and madness; countless indescribable phantoms roaming the surroundings; Sailor cleaning the deck, separated by several rooms...
Everything within a radius of several dozen meters was presented to her in an extremely chaotic and unobstructed manner.
From the day she became Sequence 5 " Astromancer ", her " Mystery Pryer " ability was greatly enhanced. She could also vaguely see thick curtains around her, like shadows. Behind the curtains, something seemed to be watching her, watching all living beings.
The fact that there was no trace of being influenced by Mr. The Fool says a lot... His ability to directly pull my Spirit Body into that mysterious space is strange, powerful, Concealment, far beyond what that Demigod- level scepter can compare to... Although he was wearing fashionable clothes, that doesn't prove anything. For an existence of this level, presenting different images to different people is a very simple matter, and his true appearance would probably cause any person who looks directly at him to lose control and die... Cattleya stared at herself in the mirror, silently recalling everything that had just happened.
She inevitably had some guesses about Mr. The Fool's identity, but these were just guesses, guesses without any evidence.
"His wearing a tailcoat doesn't mean he's young, that he's only recently born. Perhaps his essence is ancient, even more ancient than the Seven Gods. The knowledge I've gathered tells me that before the Cataclysm, there were indeed even more ancient gods, and he might be one of them." Cattleya muttered to herself, turning away from the full-length mirror and walking back to where she had struggled painfully before, picking up her glasses that had fallen to the side.
She perched her heavy glasses on her nose, obscuring her deep purple eyes, and everything outside her normal field of vision quickly disappeared from her "vision".
Cattleya stood there, pondering once again what impact Mr. The Fool and the so-called Tarot Club have on her.
Unconsciously, a tall figure appeared in her mind, and the words she could never forget echoed in her ears again:
Leave now, your Fate is not in my hands.
Is this my Fate, Your Majesty? Cattleya closed her eyes.
Above the Gray Fog, inside an ancient and majestic palace.
Klein tapped the edge of the mottled long table with his fingers, causing all the tarot cards on it to disappear.
He was considering the follow-up to " Admiral of Stars " Tarot Club:
"If there is no other way, I may really have to leave the safe route and enter the ocean that evolved from the ruins of the divine war in order to find the song of the mermaid. At that time, the ' The Hermit ' who fears the ' The Fool ' and can be controlled by me to a certain extent is obviously more reliable than collaborators like Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina and the others. It would be safer to borrow her ship... Hmm, Mr. ' The Hanged Man ' is an alternative."
"The ' Admiral of Stars ' is a member of the Moss Ascetic Order and possesses a wealth of knowledge, which Tarot Club. However, for me, it poses a certain hidden danger. Mr. The Fool's image is based on unfathomable depth... In the future, I must be more cautious and resolutely avoid giving answers that I don't understand. When I'm not sure, I'd rather be ambiguous or even use a charlatan-like approach. Of course, to completely resolve similar issues, I must improve myself as soon as possible and become High-Sequence powerhouse. My strength must match my level, and my skill level must match my status."
"With a Sequence 5 level expert and numerous powerful subordinates joining, the Tarot Club's overall strength is already quite considerable."
"After obtaining the ' Sea God Scepter,' I no longer need to worry about such Tarot Club members being too strong and prone to causing problems."
"I hope that one day in the future, this member of the Moss Ascetic Order, ' Admiral of Stars,' will become an important ally in my revenge against the ' Hidden Sage.'"
Klein exhaled and his figure disappeared into the Gray Fog.
Base of Saint Samuel Cathedral, Backlund.
A Nighthawks wearing Red Gloves entered the makeshift office assigned to him, carrying a telegram.
"Captain, there's been some trouble at Enmat Port," he said to " Spirit Warlock " Soest, sounding slightly excited.
Soest touched the hair at his right temple and said:
What's going on?
"New developments regarding the ' The Fool,' the ' The Fool ' the Aurora Order looking for." The team member holding the telegram handed over the paper.
His answer immediately drew the attention of several people in Red Gloves, including a black-haired, green-eyed man in the corner who had his chair tilted back, feet on the table, and face hidden by a top hat, as if he were taking a nap.
Soest took the telegram, glanced at it, and immediately laughed:
"Someone falsely claimed to be one of his Blessed in an attempt to defraud him, but after reciting his name, he was struck dead by lightning on the spot."
"There really is a Hidden Existence called ' The Fool '..."
The files related to the two tarot rituals and " The Fool " have been handed over to Soest's Red Gloves team for investigation, but there are no leads and they don't take it seriously because they have other tasks to complete.
"The ' The Fool ' has the ability to control a lightning field?" Leonard Mitchell asked, removing the black top hat from his face.
"Who knows? If he's the incarnation of an old friend, he could have done something similar by preparing the corresponding magical items beforehand. This isn't unprecedented, especially among those false gods on the Southern Continent and the colony islands. Heh, that liar claimed ' The Fool ' was the incarnation of the ' Lord of Storms,' which might be why he was struck by lightning rather than died some other way." Soest casually tossed the telegram aside.
Leonard glanced at it, pulled his feet back, turned halfway to the side, and chuckled softly:
"Aren't you going to investigate?"
"How are you going to find him? Are you going to pretend to be ignorant and chant his name?" Soest scoffed.
This would most likely catch the " The Fool " by the tail, but I'd basically be saying goodbye to this world. My " Nightmare " digestion is progressing well, I just acquired another good item, and there are many more Sequence waiting for me. Lecher to rest in peace? Leonard smoothed a stray strand of hair and said:
"Could we try it on a few death row inmates?"
"But he could also choose not to respond." Soest shook his head.
"We can start with those two cases involving Tarot rituals. I increasingly feel that this is related to ' The Fool.' First, ' The Fool ' is the major card of the Tarot. Second, the organization searching for or even hunting down his Blessed is the Aurora Order. And the first case involving Tarot rituals was the Lanarvus case. The Aurora Order's attempt to bring down the ' True Creator ' was thus thwarted." Leonard pulled his black vest, stood up, and said.
Soest thought about it seriously and said:
"The leads in the other cases have also run dry, and we don't have anything else to do for the time being. You could try reinvestigating the two tarot ritual cases."
"Okay," Leonard replied with a smile.
This was exactly the effect he wanted to achieve: to gain a certain period of freedom of movement by using a case that no one cared about whether it was investigated or not.
At 2:50 p. m., Fors returned to his lodgings shivering from the cold street.
It wasn't that she wanted to go out in this damp and cold weather, but rather that the food supplies at home had run out, and Hugh was chasing after a fugitive to collect a bounty, heading towards Pritz Harbor, not knowing when he would be able to return home.
"She always instinctively pursues and captures fugitives, which is a kind of Acting in a way..." Fors, holding a large brown paper bag, habitually took out her keys to open the mailbox and pulled out the letters and bills inside.
After entering the room, setting out the food, and taking off her thick coat, Fors began to look through the letters.
Suddenly, her eyes lit up, for there was a letter from her teacher Dorian Gray.
After she was promoted to " Trickmaster," she immediately wrote about it in a letter and mailed it to Dorian Gray, hoping to receive her teacher's congratulations and further guidance. However, several days passed and she still hadn't received a reply. She became a little worried and wondered if she should go to Pritz Harbor to take a look.
Fors quickly opened the envelope and began to browse:
"... I apologize for the late reply. I was away from Pritz Harbor for a while for a relative's funeral."
"... Your talent makes me proud. Perhaps the stories hidden in your heart helped you Acting even better. After you've digested the ' Trickmaster ' Potion, in addition to providing you with the Sequence 7 ' Astrologer ' recipe and some materials, I'll also give you a gift..."
"... The key to Acting the ' Trickmaster ' lies in the words 'performance' and ' Fooling,' though ' Fooling ' can also be replaced by 'deception,' something proven by generations of Beyonder... You can refer to other types of ' Cryptologist ' and ' Magician,' whose names are similar in some ways..."
Fors a sigh of relief, glanced at the wall clock, and quickly walked back to the bedroom, locking the door behind her.
The weekly Tarot Club coming soon.
Before long, Red Light surged forth before her eyes like water, engulfing everything.
Inside the ancient and mysterious palace, Fors was about to look at Mr. The Fool when he suddenly noticed a figure beside him.
That spot had been empty before!
A new member? A lady?" Magician Fors' eyes flickered, and he turned his body halfway, feigning indifference.
Another new member? And a lady... Just as Miss Justice was about to get up to greet Mr. The Fool, she suddenly saw an unfamiliar figure.
She discovered a problem with a mixture of confusion and anticipation: women were on one side, while men were on the other.
This must have been a deliberate division by Mr. The Fool; I wonder if there's any symbolic meaning behind it... Hmm, the left side is lady, the right side is man, and the one neither left nor right is the god "Mr. The Fool," who can't be defined by gender. Oh right, and Mr. World... Heh, does that mean he's neither male nor female, or even not human? Audrey, you're overthinking it... " Justice " stood up and bowed lightly, saying:
Good afternoon, Mr. The Fool.