For Leonard's "presentation," the present half-gods and extraordinary ones nodded in succession, fully grasping the meaning he intended to convey as the "Red Glove" captain. One of the "Substitutes" raised his arm and seized the opportunity to pose a question: "So, the Tarot cards left behind at the scene represent which members of the team who carried out the mission?" "That's probably correct," Leonard replied without offering a particularly confident statement. The same "Substitute" then asked further: "Then, what do the Tarot cards that were scattered over Lan'urush at the moment of his death signify? This one seems to have no specific reference." Immediately, Leonard picked up a white chalk and wrote the name "Lan'urush" on the blackboard behind him, then drew a circle around it: "As I mentioned earlier, over the past two or three years, Tarot-related incidents have truly come into our focus only through the Lan'urush case—this is likely where everything began." "So, without any specific direction, the randomly placed Tarot cards may symbolize the whole—suggesting that the organization designated by Tarot cards has officially entered the historical stage. Ah, forgive me for using more poetic language." "This makes perfect sense." Several of the "Penalized Ones" were convinced by Leonard. Leonard glanced around and continued: "Let me draw a parallel with the Aurora Society, which everyone is familiar with. We all know that the Aurora Society has twenty-two messengers, each responsible for a specific region. It's likely that the organization designated by Tarot cards operates in a similar manner—members such as 'Judgment,' 'Emperor,' and 'The Hermit' probably each have their own domains, exerting influence in specific regions." "Heard this, one of the 'Heart of Mechanism' members paused and said, 'But Beckland has consecutively seen three active members—Judges, Emperors, and the Prophet—each bearing a Tarot card. According to your point, does this imply that the organization, which uses Tarot cards as its designation, is actually quite small, with its members concentrated primarily in Roon and the Beckland region? After all, the Aurora Order has only one divine envoy handling Beckland affairs, while the 'Dark Saint' focuses on the entire Roon region.' Leonard nodded slowly, indicating he had understood. He then organized his thoughts and said, 'It's certainly possible. After all, this is a relatively new organization, having only existed for two or three years. 'Of course, there might be another reason—this organization doesn't define its scope by region, but rather by matters or domains, deciding when to intervene and collaborate when there's overlap, much like the Kaping case.'" "Seeing that the extraordinary members of the Three Great Churches and MI9 had no further questions, Leonard paused for a few seconds before saying: 'All of the above are my personal speculations, and there are certain issues within them—these may well become the focus of future investigations. 'The first question: What is the organization's true purpose? 'If their mission is similar to that of the Aurora Society—aimed at spreading the faith of the malevolent deities—then why have we never encountered anyone who genuinely holds the faith of the 'Fool'? Even if such individuals exist, they are invariably frauds operating under the guise of the 'Fool'. 'The second question: What commonalities do their recent actions share? I have not yet identified any." "The third question concerns the high-ranking members designated by the Tarot cards—members whose sequence is not particularly low and who possess their own power networks. Yet, within the extraordinary world, they remain virtually unknown. This is highly unusual. Consider the twenty-two divine messengers of the Aurora Circle: though they have always maintained their identities, they have consistently engaged with us, either directly or indirectly, and have gradually ascended from lower to mid-level sequences under our observation, eventually assuming the messenger positions following the departure or promotion of their predecessors—thus, they have long been on our roster. They had long heard of Germán Sparo’s mysterious background, his devotion to the "Emperor of the Fool," and the considerable intelligence the latter had gathered—yet none had made the connection that Leonard had, weaving the threads of the story together. "...Germán Sparo appears to have close ties with the original 'Death High Official' of Baylan, an angel still active on Earth," said Saint Antonius, the Archbishop of the Night Church in Becland, his voice low and measured after a brief pause. This announcement sent several non-half-gods among the extraordinary beings sitting upright, instinctively straightening their postures. They were well aware of the tale of the "Duke of Hell," but due to classification restrictions, they had never known that the 'Death High Official' represented an angel still living on Earth. "...The 'Death High Official' seems to belong to none of the sects within the Order of the Spirit," one of the extraordinary agents from the Nine Department hesitated to add. Leonard nodded seriously. "Perhaps He is a member of that secret organization known by its Tarot card designation. The 'Death' card!" A silence fell once again, and even the half-gods like Célt and Radal had to acknowledge the possibility. The secret organization, designated by the Tarot cards, had now risen in stature to stand on par with the Aurora Circle. "In short, Germán Sparo is a key thread," Leonard said, drawing in a breath quietly and then exhaling slowly. "Ladies and gentlemen, I've concluded my remarks." Saint Anthony nodded gently, rose, and surveyed the room. "To date, this secret organization—designated by the Tarot cards—has shown us a certain friendliness, and has not yet targeted us directly. With the current war situation tense and our resources severely strained, we find it difficult to mount significant actions. Therefore, I propose that we avoid conflict with them whenever possible and refrain from attempting to eliminate them at this time." "Of course, the investigation must be carried out. A secret organization that already harbors earthly angels inherently represents a threat. If we don't understand it, if we don't gather sufficient intelligence, we'll be unable to respond promptly and prevent any potential conspiracy in the future." Horamik and the other half-gods paused to reflect, then nodded in agreement. Anthony Stevenson then glanced around the room, settling his gaze on Leonard: "You will lead this investigation and ensure coordination."... Leonard solemnly agreed. At that moment, "Deep Blue High Priest" Radul Valentin, slightly impatient, addressed Leonard: "Give them a name. We can't keep referring to the secret organization as one designated by Tarot cards—this becomes cumbersome." "What do you think?" Leonard thought seriously and replied: "The Tarot Society?" "That works," Radul stood up, his voice resonating like thunder, "Let's call it the 'Tarot Society'!" … late at night, in the Queens district, at the Holley family's villa. The in-house pastry chef, Tim, suddenly woke up from his dream, gazing at the ceiling in the darkness. He had just dreamed of enjoying an ice cream, but was startled awake as soon as he took the first bite. The more he recalled it, the more eager he became, ultimately overcoming his initial reluctance to bother. He rolled out of bed, donned his thick robe, and stepped out of the room, heading toward the nearby kitchen. — As a pastry chef well known within the noble circles, Tim had been granted certain privileges by Lord Holley, allowing him to enter the kitchen at any time and use its ingredients to experiment with his own creations. In return, Tim has consistently delivered high-quality, innovative pastries that have earned Lord Holley's trust. Of course, he also frequently comes here in the middle of the night when an unexpected hunger strikes, just as he does now. After a careful and laborious effort, Tim used the remaining ingredients and available preparations to make several servings of ice cream, enjoying half of them before setting down. Then, he patted his stomach, washed the dishes, and contentedly left the small kitchen. The remaining servings were left in the corner, as if completely forgotten. Without a sound or a trace, long tables and chairs appeared haphazardly in that area, and several extraordinary beings, their faces concealed in various ways, emerged among them—among them, Folshe wearing a hood. Their skin rapidly transitioned from nearly toy-like to human, and their eyes began to move. Folshe, the one with the highest sequence, recovered the fastest. She glanced to her left and right, utterly astonished to find herself, without realizing it, having stepped from the interior of her apartment to the shallow bank of the river. Yet, the immediate surroundings remained unchanged—identical to what they had been just moments before. Where am I? What has happened? Folshe's gaze settled on the empty altar, and after a moment of thought, she asked in surprise, "Is it over?" "Yes," replied Audrey, using psychological invisibility. Over... That's it? Folshe expressed both astonishment and bewilderment, pressing further, "What about the target?" "He's gone." "Audrey was preoccupied, managing the other five or six extraordinary ones, and responded concisely. 'Dead... "The Saint of Secrets" Butis is dead... I hadn't even entered the battle, I hadn't even summoned the historical aperture image of Germain Sparo.' Fols felt her mouth slightly open, as though she were dreaming. She thought she had simply paused for a second, felt a moment of disorientation, and yet the mission had been accomplished. At that moment, she noticed that the extraordinary ones around her had come to life, yet showed no surprise at the changes in the environment—seemingly as if this gathering had always been here. They skillfully knocked over chairs and long tables, tossing them into the Tassok River, and then, one by one, departed from the shallow bank, returning to the areas illuminated by streetlights, each heading home. ...That's what a 'Master of Manipulation' is like... How astonishing! Fols was startled, fully awakened. 'You go first.' Audrey had no time to explain—she turned right away and began using the altar just moments before, preparing to offer the "Box of the Ancient Days" to the gray mist. Vorth watched silently, said nothing, and swiftly made her body transparent, vanishing into the air. PS: Originally, I wanted the chapter title to be "Official Debut," but it felt too casual.