Neither... "The Recluse" Gauthier chewed on "The Fool"'s response, suddenly finding herself unclear about the true meaning of the question just posed. She had originally assumed that King Rosel's spiritual and mental destination must involve philosophical or esoteric elements—such as, for instance, "that island" symbolizing the divine realm of his faith, or "the depths of the stars" implying the celestial realm, representing King Rosel's unwavering belief in his own superego, with his ultimate aim fixed firmly on the throne of divinity. Yet "The Fool" had clearly stated neither of these. This effectively ruled out nearly all possibilities, leaving her with little room for alternative interpretations. Perhaps the Queen had meant something different from what I understood—perhaps "The Fool"'s answer pointed toward a distinct significance. It didn't matter whether I could grasp it; after all, I was merely a means of communication between them. Gauthier sighed inwardly, and with sincere grace, bowed: "Thank you for your explanation." The other members of the Tarot Circle were equally puzzled. Though they understood the background and could grasp the specific meanings of spiritual and mental fulfillment, they found it entirely difficult to connect these ideas with "the island" or "the deep reaches of the stars." Each offered their own interpretations and speculations, yet all felt that their answers fell short of the true answer. In Fleur's intuitive thought, "that island" might be the place where Roscel's most beloved woman was deeply buried, and "the deep reaches of the stars" symbolized the late years of the Emperor's life, when he turned his gaze toward what he called "the sea of stars." As for Odile, representing Justice, she saw "that island" as an island of self-awareness on a psychological level—its surface representing the conscious mind and its depths the unconscious—while the stars stood for the spiritual sky, the celestial realm. Thus, the question transformed into: "Was Roscel the Emperor, in his faith, devoted to himself, to the gods, or to nature alone?" From this perspective, the answer given by the "Knight of Cups" seems quite strange—almost as if to say that Emperor Roscel was nothing at all convinced, not even of himself. I must have misunderstood something... But if that were indeed the case, then the Emperor described by the "Knight of Cups" appears contradictory, yet conceals some profound secret—perhaps, in his later years, he gained a deep understanding of life, reflecting on the essence of the universe, the world, the gods, and humanity itself, becoming a pessimist, even an existentialist? Odile thought this with growing interest, as though she were honing her own abilities. The "Temperance" Aljere's thoughts were close to those of the "Hermit" Gautherie. After some reflection, the "Moon" Emeline found herself with no clear direction and decided decisively to abandon her speculation. The "Sun" Deric showed no interest in Emperor Roscel, yet remained silent, quietly pondering what he would like to discuss next. Finally, the "Knight of Cups," his gray mist gently swirling, smiled softly and said: "Now, begin." "Immediately turning to the 'World' at the very bottom of the bronze long table, Germain Sparo, the man known as 'The Hangover,' said with careful wording: 'I'm sorry—your magical item may need to wait a little longer.' Before the other could respond, he swiftly offered an explanation: 'The 'Craftsman' has unexpectedly fallen ill, and there are suspicious observers around him, which has caused the delay. I will personally go and attend to his matter, resolve his issues, and see that he recovers promptly. I aim to have your magical item ready within the next two weeks.' His tone was sincere, conveying both apology and importance. Yet in the actual details, he subtly shifted all responsibility to the 'Craftsman,' as if to the 'World' saying: 'If you're still dissatisfied, I'll personally intervene with the Craftsman. If that's not enough, I can even provide you with his address so you can visit him yourself.' The craftsman is in trouble, isn't he?... Mr. The Hangings clearly values this matter. Indeed, officially recognized craftspeople—those willing to take on orders from unknown sources—are quite rare. To keep this one, one must do everything possible. Caine paused, allowing the dummy "World" to respond in a hoarse voice: "I agree to this postponement, but no further meetings." He spoke calmly, yet the Hangings, Aljer, was startled—feeling the quiet, unspoken threat emanating from the World, Germain Spalro. "Thank you for your understanding," he said, maintaining composure. How could Alje, the "Hanged Man," not understand the true intentions of the "Hermit," the pirate general? He sensed a strong sense of aggression from the other, which had created a certain level of pressure. Pausing briefly, he responded calmly: "Then I shall take over and express my gratitude on his behalf." This response allowed him to demonstrate his close relationship with the "Builder" while simultaneously not outright rejecting the matter—thus preserving a retreat, since it wasn't insurmountable to make some concessions rather than face complications from Germaine Sparrow. He had paid me a full three hundred pounds. If it didn't meet the standard, he would return it right then and there! Klein muttered this, and "World" Germaine Spallo gave a single "Hmm," as a reply. Then, the figure's gaze turned toward the "Magician" lady. Forsyth immediately felt uneasy, as though a cat had settled on her, and found herself mentally reviewing whether she might have made another mistake. Had her description—no, her criticism—of D'Artagnan heard by him during her conversations with Hugh? Or perhaps he was dissatisfied that she hadn't returned the money? Forsyth hadn't even thought about the earlier security assignment, which had already passed several days ago, and spoke with a slightly trembling voice: "Mr. 'World,' is there anything at all I can do?" "World" Germaine Spalro nodded: "A commission. Information about the spiritual city of Caldrun from the Abraham family—most importantly, precise location details." "Cadmos City..." How did the "World" suddenly begin seeking this enigmatic city of the spirit realm? Was it an instruction from the "Ace of Pentacles"? A new phase in the "World"’s revival plan? Gardelica, the "Hermit," had a certain familiarity with Cadmos City and was now somewhat taken aback. The other members of the Tarot Circle—including the "Magician" Folsy—had no clear idea of what city the "World" Germain Spalro was searching for, and thus remained silent. The "Moon" Emlyn felt, vaguely, as though he had heard of this place before, but couldn't recall the specifics. A few seconds later, the "Magician" Folsy managed a smile. "No problem—I'll find out for you." "How much will it cost?" Germain Spalro asked calmly. 1,000 pounds! No, 500 pounds! No, deducting the bodyguard fees... Folsy's mind raced, and finally settled on: "350 pounds." "It's quite affordable, actually. Aside from the seven lights of the spirit realm, most detailed information about Calderon City is likely only available to the Abraham family... Hmm, for the "Magician" lady, it's simply a matter of asking her teacher—indeed simple and convenient, which explains the low price. Klein was initially surprised, then found it all clear. He gently nodded to the dummy "World": "Deal." Meanwhile, Odile of Justice, who witnessed the transaction, noticed an interesting point: The "Magician" lady seems quite afraid of Mr. World—almost to the point of reflex! She had previously met with Dauin Tantrès, yet didn't realize that he was actually Germán Sparro, and had noticed something quite unsettling. Hmm. She'd like to arrange a meeting with her and Hoo at Glairint this week to see if she can uncover anything further. Odile gave a barely perceptible nod, thoughtfully. At this moment, seeing that "the World" had no other matters, "the Moon" Emlin turned slightly toward "the Sun" with a touch of urgency: "Have we secured the exceptional traits of the Sequence 5 artificial vampires?" "I haven't yet accumulated enough merits," replied "the Sun" Deric, who this time felt no shame—quite the opposite, he found "the Moon" rather overly eager. After all, how easy was it to gather the merits required for the Sequence 5 exceptional traits? Emlin, somewhat disheartened, turned back, then suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly turned to the "Magician" lady: "I've gathered some leads regarding the curses and residual spirits of the ancient hauntings—I'm still awaiting the specific details. This might not be a direct item delivery, but rather an intelligence update informing you of a specific location near Beckland where ancient hauntings are known to appear." Pausing to think, Emlin added: "Thirty pounds." So, would I need to go personally and hunt down that ancient haunting myself? Among all the esoteric tales, this is quite a formidable creature... Upon hearing Master Lunara's words, Folshe's first reaction was hesitation, and her second was: why not entrust the hunting mission to Master World—surely he would accomplish it swiftly and smoothly! Yet, considering the cost of hiring Master World would surely far exceed the value of the ancient spirit, she found herself inclined to give it a try herself. Once Thore became the "Interrogator," together they would surely have a much stronger grasp of the situation... And I still have "Leyman's Travel Notes," which contain entries on semi-divine beings such as "Tornado" and "Divine Embrace," along with many unusual, extraordinary abilities—most of which, at lower sequences, are nearly equivalent to divine artifacts... Well, my hands-on experience isn't particularly extensive; most of the time, I've merely been running for my life. This could be a good opportunity indeed. Master Folshe quickly made up her mind and addressed Master Lunara: "Deal." "Also confirmed a few other points, and the transaction was concluded. Klein had "World" Germain Spalro take precedence over the "Hanged Man" gentleman and, as he surveyed the room, said: 'I've初步 investigated the case of Carlon's suicide in Beckland.'