At the pleasant greeting from the Lady Justice, Klein's lips curled slightly, and he gave a gentle nod as a response. He had just been about to introduce the Lady of the Hidden One to everyone and to introduce the Lady of the Hidden One to everyone, when he noticed that the Lady Justice had already turned her gaze to the other side: "Good afternoon, Sir Temperance." This time, she did not follow the order of the Tarot cards, but instead adhered to the order of their admission to the Order. With this round of greetings completed, the Lady of the Hidden One now knew everyone—there was no need for me, the Sir Fool, to make any further introductions... It was clearly intentional on the part of the Lady Justice—what a thoughtful touch! Indeed, when the exceptional members of the audience truly focus, they truly stand out in such matters. Klein was first taken aback, then suddenly enlightened, and quietly admired it. At the same time, "The Hangover" Aljere responded to "Justice" Odile's greeting while carefully observing the new members. A woman, barely discernible in a black robe adorned with numerous patterns, with dark hair and eyes that seemed slightly purple—Aljere struggled to discern any distinct features within her blurred, distorted form. Suddenly, his heart sank, and a scene from several months prior at the Pirate's Assembly flashed into his mind: starlight spilled across the vast sails and deep palace interiors, weaving an extraordinary, radiant bridge. "The Star General" Gardeleia, dressed in a black wizard's robe, walked gracefully through the air, her waist bearing a celestial globe and a short staff. The sensation of that celestial globe reminded Aljere of the peculiar object he had once received—something resembling a weather vial—that had inexplicably shattered after he had been invited to the gathering by "The Fool." Could it be her? Visually, they are somewhat similar... but the "Star Above" wears glasses, while she does not. I'm still uncertain—more observation and evidence are needed. Unfortunately, I only caught a glimpse of her and know very little. "Regardless, I must be more cautious. When exchanging information, I should avoid revealing any details about my actual situation. 'The World' is the steward of the Sir Fool—knowing his identity is fundamentally different from being known by the others, not to mention the other members. "Following the events involving 'Neptune,' Sir Fool's power has significantly revived; he's even able to summon a strong pirate general-level figure?" Thoughts flash through "The Hanged Man" Aljer's mind, subtly shifting his posture. "The Hanged Man"’s body language indicates he is on high alert, in a defensive stance. He recognizes the new lady, or perhaps has some intuition about what's going on? It truly raises curiosity... "Justice" Audrey's gaze, subtle and attentive, drifted toward "The Sun" Deric. At this moment, "The Hermit" Gauthieria was carefully and seriously reviewing the members of the Tarot Circle according to the order of greeting. A mysterious purple hue flowed gently, almost imperceptibly, through her eyes, though she could not fully penetrate the vagueness and veils—she could, however, discern the finer details of the others' attire. "The Hangar," a middle-aged man in his thirties, with somewhat disheveled hair resembling sea grass, a rare deep blue—common among the "Navigator" path—wore a long robe adorned with patterns of storms and waves. Was he from the Church of the Storm? Gauthieria's pupils briefly contracted, then she composed herself and shifted her gaze, continuing her assessment of the others: "The Sun," a younger man, perhaps still young enough to be considered underage, wore an uncommon style of clothing with a rustic elegance. The garment was form-fitting, ideal for combat—clearly the mark of an exceptional practitioner in that field. "World" is neither an elder nor a youth; his demeanor is solemn, dressed in a long cloak with a hood. Hmm, there's a certain inhuman quality about him—somewhat like Senyor, or perhaps "Steel" Mavith? Or maybe someone from a sequence I'm not yet familiar with. "The Magician" is a young woman wearing a typical Ruun-style dress; aside from a touch of languor, she's unremarkable—someone who easily goes unnoticed, so she deserves special attention. "The Moon" is a young man, sitting casually, with black hair and bright red eyes, dressed in the robes of a priest of the Earth Mother—this combination seems to point unmistakably to a vampire. Indeed, the members of the "Knight of the Fool" are far from ordinary; even in this initial assessment, two major religious orders are involved. "The Hermit" Cadryl withdraws her gaze and meets the eyes of "Justice" Odile, who has just looked her way. Noticing the inquiry in her counterpart's expression, she gently nods: "The Hermit." "Gardelia is speaking in an ancient Fussak dialect, deliberately avoiding the more commonly used Intis and Runespeech. She has done so previously when communicating with the 'Wise Man.' Moreover, she has noticed a point: the meeting time the 'Wise Man' previously mentioned was Wednesday afternoon 3 p.m. in Bekland time. Does this indicate that the current attendees are predominantly Runespeakers? Gardelia has her own assessment on this matter." "Justice," Odile replied with a gentle smile, "good afternoon, 'Hermit' lady." She had observed the subtle gestures just now and made a simple mental summary: a rather cautious woman with extensive experience in the extraordinary world, calm yet not reserved, confident in her observational skills or in certain abilities related to sight—her clothing style and the short staff at her waist suggest a more mystical path, though this remains to be verified; perhaps it's merely a preference." At the same time, "The Hermit" Cadellia clearly observed "The Justice" lady's attire: she wore two dangling earrings, with delicate pendants set in high-quality emeralds, perfectly complementing her vivid green eyes—clearly a valuable piece. The necklace around her neck was uniquely styled, adorned with a scattered number of diamonds that were hard to count, yet never appeared overwhelming. Her off-white, fitted, flowing dress was simple yet beautiful, elegantly tailored, as though crafted by a master fashion designer. As each detail passed by, Cadellia found herself closing her eyes. A girl of about seventeen or eighteen—very affluent, with movements and posture suggesting a high-ranking noble, perhaps from Luon? Cadellia didn't know why she silently sighed in her heart. After "The Justice" Audrey had made her introductions, no further explanation from Kline was needed—the original members of the Tarot Circle had already recognized "The Hermit" lady, and were likewise recognized by her. Just as she had settled in, Audrey turned once more toward the head of the bronze long table: "Mr. The Fool, I've only managed to collect one page of Roselle's journal while I've been away." At the last gathering, she had offered two pages—just two short of settling her debts—but despite frequent visits to the city, she had only managed to gather one page while staying at the manor. Furthermore, with the new member, Miss The Hermit, joining, she had carefully avoided mentioning the Psychological Alchemy Circle, never referred to Beckettland, nor the eastern part of Chestershire. Roselle's journal... journal?! Giselle nearly couldn't control her swift glance toward the lady seated on the same side, Miss Justice. She clearly remembered that tall, beautiful figure having sighed: "That's not a mere note—it's his journal, but no one else will be able to understand it except him." Did the members of the Tarot Circle know that Roselle's notes were actually journals? Was Mr. The Fool collecting Roselle's journal? He was unraveling the secrets hidden within that history—wasn't he? This felt more like a resurrected ancient deity... Thoughts of wonder and astonishment surged in Cadrylle's mind. She maintained her composed exterior, simply turning her head to observe the first transaction with quiet attention. Having weathered many trials and gradually becoming one of the Seven Sea Pirate Generals, she knew well that, as a newcomer to the Tarot Circle, her most essential task was to listen more than speak. "Mr. The Fool, I have secured three pages," said Folth, the Magician, smiling. These were sent by Dorian Gray in his letter. At last week's gathering, due to her teacher's failure to reply and the cold weather, she had not ventured out—thus, she had failed to deliver a single page. Following closely, Dric, The Sun, said: "Mr. The Fool, I have transcribed a new legend of the ancient deities." Ah, always resorting to ancient deity legends to fill the gaps... Dric, The Moon, glanced at The Sun with mild disdain. Suddenly, he recalled something—the "Sun" had indeed claimed that the people of Silver City worshipped the Supreme Being who created all things, yet never concealed the lasting influence of the King of Giants, Orlmire. But never once had they mentioned the Queen of Giants, Ombelara, who was originally the deity of the land of Silver. Could it be that Silver City wasn't simply the city of Silver, but rather the land of Silver itself? He should test this theory. He couldn't shake off his lingering resentment toward the "Sun" for previously accusing the bloodline. Four pages from Roscel's journal, one ancient divine legend—quite solid. But what about information on the high elven noble, Goshinam? Ah, even after the "Hangman" learned that the "World" was a Patron, he could no longer freely refer to the "World" without hesitation. The " Fool," Kline, thought swiftly, smiled lightly, and said, "Excellent." He helped the "Justice" lady, the "Magician" lady, and the young "Sun" materialize their respective contents, causing them to glow and appear in his palms, as if casually browsing through them. The "Wanderer" gentleman seemed not merely deciphering—could He truly read the Emperor Rosel's journal? Could He, indeed, be of such origin? Could His true identity be so profound? A profound sense of awe and fear suddenly surged within Lady Cadellia, the "Hermit." She quickly turned her gaze away, fixing it on the bronze long table, as though tracing the ancient, rustic patterns etched upon its surface. The "Hermit" lady's reaction to the "Wanderer" gentleman's ability to read Rosel's journal surpassed my expectations—was she genuinely invested in this matter, or was there a deeper connection involving her personally? "Justice" Audrey pondered, her lips slightly pressed together. Though the gentleman had masked it swiftly and naturally, for the audience pathway of Sequence 7, this remained unmistakably evident. Klein noticed the unusual behavior of the new member, "The Hidden One," because he also wanted to observe how the deeply learned members of the Moes' Monastic Order would react. To his surprise, the response was quite intense. Was it perhaps too dramatic? Klein didn't have time to ponder further—he turned his gaze to the first page of Roscel's journal.