Streams of deep red light rose and solidified into distinct human forms on either side of the bronze long table. The timeless silence that had hovered above the gray mist was broken, and the grand, ancient palace now breathed with an indescribable vitality. As Audrey of Justice regained her awareness of the surroundings, she prepared to rise and bow respectfully to the head of the bronze table. At that moment, as a seasoned observer, she immediately sensed a difference from last week—two new members had joined! One was a man seated to the right of the "Moon" figure, and the other a woman positioned to the left of the "Wise One." Audrey first felt a natural sense of joy at the growing strength and expansion of the Tarot circle, then, following her professional instinct, quickly made a mental assessment. From her own vantage point, the man across from her—separated only by two people in the same row—was more easily observable than the woman who sat farther away, so she directed most of her attention toward him. Black hair... greenish eyes... not wearing a coat... a shirt paired with a vest... sitting with a slightly awkward posture, as if he usually doesn't enjoy sitting so formally... estimated height around 180 cm... a relaxed, somewhat loose demeanor... currently feeling a bit tense... yet just a quick glance was enough for Audrey to read a wealth of information from that somewhat indistinct figure. To Audrey, this was a very clear phenomenon—indicating that the man wasn't merely observing the environment or assessing the members, but actively seeking someone! Purposefully searching for someone! "Justice," Audrey felt a surge of excitement, believing that the new gentleman must know one of the present members! Who could it be? She glanced at him for an extra second and noticed that the man across the aisle was fixing his gaze on Germain Spaulo of "World." Audrey felt a quiet delight, as though she had uncovered a secret, and thought to herself: "This new arrival is friends with the 'World' gentleman—at least, they know each other in the real world, and he knows he's a member of the Tarot Circle... Or perhaps, it's the 'World' gentleman who introduced him to the gathering? No, that seems unlikely. If that were the case, this gentleman would feel more confident and wouldn't be so eager to seek out familiar faces; his gaze would naturally linger on other members. "Moreover, his behavior clearly indicates that he is not one of the ' Fool's' devoted followers. "What exactly is the nature of his relationship with the 'World' gentleman?" With this in mind, Audrey stood up and moved toward the head of the bronze long table. In the process, she naturally caught a glance at the new member seated beside the 'Watcher' lady. She was making eye contact with the 'Magician' lady—her height... Finally, she had passed the evaluation and joined the gathering! Audrey recognized the figure and, with a joyful lift of her skirt, bowed to the shadow veiled in gray mist: "Good afternoon, Sir Fool~" As the cheerful greeting settled, she noticed another detail: Sir Fool had changed subtly since before. This great being now seemed more harmonious and unified with the entire palace, the space, and the expanse of gray mist—his presence deeper, more vast, as both ocean and sky. This sensation could not be fully captured in words... Had Sir Fool further revived, reclaiming more authority within the Divine Realm? Audrey's eyes sparkled with curiosity, delight, and a quiet sense of pride and自豪. At this moment, "The Hangman" Aljere and "The Hermit" Gardeleia also spotted the two new members, noticing that the lady was shorter in stature and had subtle interactions with "The Magician" lady—she seemed both awkward and familiar, at least unlike the man in the white shirt and black jacket, who only stood up hurriedly when everyone else began to bow. They also sensed that the new male member paid particular attention to "The World" Germaine Sparo, which sparked several unspoken speculations in their minds. These thoughts merely echoed within them, without any outward sign of disturbance. "The Hangman" and "The Hermit" smoothly followed "The Justice" lady through the first sequence of the gathering. As for "The Sun" Derek, he simply felt delighted—another member had joined the Tarot circle! Emlyn, the one representing the Moon, feels a complex mix of emotions. On one hand, he carries a sense of seasoned authority toward the new members; on the other, he wonders if there aren't too many saviors in the final days. After a moment of observation, Leonard initially identifies the person seated at the very bottom of the bronze table as Caine Moretti, as the individual's physical presence closely resembles that of Germain Sparo as described in the records. He is concealing his most authentic identity—indeed, he has maintained this secrecy even in this intimate gathering, layering his disguises with care. As Leonard formulates this thought, he sees a young woman rise from the first seat to the left of the "Fool," prompting everyone to stand in unison. For a moment, he is momentarily stunned, standing out notably in a setting where everyone else has already risen. It takes a full second before he regains his composure, and then he quickly stands, joining the greetings. He glanced at him, drawing a parallel between him and Folsheim. Folsheim thought the same, though she was drawing a parallel between the man across from them and Hugh, as both of them had been somewhat unreliable at first meeting. "This one is 'The Star,' and this one is 'The Judge.' Sit down, and introduce yourselves." "The Fool" Kline raised his right hand casually, pointing vaguely. "Stars" always makes me think of a lady's designation... While Leonard thought this with a touch of resignation, he focused his attention and began assigning initial labels to each member according to the introduction order: "The Justice" — appears to be a young woman, though perhaps like Kline, she's wearing two layers of disguise. She seems optimistic and outgoing; though the specifics of her attire are unclear, her overall style suggests refined taste. "The Hangman" — robust and reserved, likely straightforward but somewhat impetuous. "The Magician" — her gaze seems slightly off, occasionally glancing at Kline, as though pondering something. Overall, she's quite ordinary, with few distinguishing traits. "The Sun" — tall and speaks with a youthful, still-developing tone. Though quiet, he seems approachable. "The Hermit" — indeed, a lady. Her demeanor is mature and composed, suggesting she's an experienced extraordinary one. "The Moon" — younger, somewhat reserved. For some reason, I have a vague sense of having seen her before, though I can't quite place where. I'll keep an eye out. "The Judge" — short in stature, with clear distinguishing features, though I'm not certain if she "Didn't receive it... does that mean the Queen hasn't replied? I wonder what Bernadette has been up to..." The Fool, Cléan, nodded gently and responded calmly, "Let's begin the transaction." While speaking, Odile observed the reactions of the Hermit and the Temperance, noticing that neither had perceived the Fool's growing stature—his increasing height and presence. Only I had noticed that, hadn't I? Odile thoughtfully shifted her gaze, a mixture of sigh and delight in her expression. Of course, she knew that both the Hermit and the Temperance were hesitant to look at the Fool, especially the former, who, most of the time, only dared to gaze at the edge of the table. The edge... Ah! An extra card—the Card of Desecration! Odile's eyes widened, and her surprise returned. With the intuitive sense of an observer, she unexpectedly believed that the acquisition of the new "Card of Contamination" and the renewed psychological strain of "World" Germaine Sparrow were two distinct outcomes of the same event. After a moment's reflection, she glanced around and said, "I have nothing in particular to request." "The Hermit" Gauthier, "The Sun" Deric, "The Moon" Emlin, and "The Magician" Folshe all belonged to the category of those who were already prepared and ready for advancement—none of them had any immediate needs. Even "The Hanged Man" Aljere, still in the process of integration, shared the same sentiment. It was "The Star" Leonard who had a specific item in mind to acquire, yet hesitated due to the lack of a demonstration. He found himself distracted, pondering why "The Fool" had unexpectedly requested the Roselle Journal—after selling his "Seed" gloves, he was no longer financially constrained, and his prior experience with "The Hunger That Crawls" had made him genuinely appreciate the value of a powerful magical object. At that moment, "The Magician" Foulis glanced at the silent Thur beside her and turned toward the other side, saying: "Mr. 'The Hangman,' I have a material I'd like to commission the 'Craftsman' to transform into something magical." She referred to the ancient spirit dust from Thur's collection. "The Hangman" Aljer shook his head and replied: "The 'Craftsman' is currently under the control of members within the Rose Order who adhere to the belief in 'The Prime Moon.' That's all I know at this point—this matter has now been passed on to the 'Wise One' lady for further handling." The Rose Order... the followers of 'The Prime Moon'... passed on to the 'Wise One' lady... "The Star" Leonard and "The Judge" Thur exchanged glances and suddenly felt that the gathering they had joined was far more intimate and tightly knit than they had anticipated. They were operating quietly and discreetly in the world's shadows!