Evil Gods Don't Save People

Chapter 3: The Fool (3)

The Fool hadn't anticipated such a situation at all.

At a loss, he didn't say anything, the silence stretching on as he unconsciously rapped the side of the long table with his finger.

His expression was hidden by the gray fog as he stopped his rapping and hesitantly answered.

He never expected that he would touch the crimson stars yesterday.

When he touched the crimson stars, he didn't think that such a thing would happen either.

"...Okay."

But was it truly okay?

"I'm a person who likes a fair and equal exchange. Your help will not go unrewarded. Every Monday at three in the afternoon, try your best to be alone."

Maybe it was fate.

Without waiting for Alger to say a word, Audrey said in excitement, her eyes glowing, "Then, shall we give ourselves call signs? After all, we can't use our real names for conversation."

The Fool nodded, watching them proceed.

How strange.

"You are Mr. Fool which is derived from tarot cards. Then, as a fixed, long-term, and secretive 'Gathering', we should be uniform in our designations. Yes, I'll also choose one from the tarot cards."

Her tone slowly turned joyous.

"I've decided. My designation shall be 'Justice'!"

It was one of the twenty-two Major Arcana tarot cards.

"What about you, Mister?" Audrey cheekily smiled at her 'partner' sitting across her.

Alger frowned slightly before relaxing it immediately.

"The Hanged Man."

It was another Major Arcana card.

"Alright, then we can be considered as the founding members of the Tarot Club!" Audrey was the first to blurt it out happily, only to look fearfully at the fog-concealed Fool. "Will that be alright, Mr. Fool?"

The Fool nodded again.

"Yes."

"Thank you!" Audrey was clearly thrilled.

How strange it felt to interact with normal humans after such a long time.

"Mr. Hanged Man, can you repeat the address again once more? I'm afraid that my memories will fail me."

"No problem."

After repeating the address to herself silently thrice, Audrey said again in excitement, "I heard that tarot cards were invented by Emperor Roselle as a game. In fact, doesn't it come equipped with the power to divine the future?"

The Fool was lost in thought once more, basking in the unfamiliar sensation of having people, at least real ones, around him.

"—Was what I said correct?"

He came back to his senses not long after as he saw the young lady's gaze on him, expecting a response.

Embarrassed, the Fool awkwardly forced himself to smile, trying to appear friendly.

"...Ah. I'm sorry, I wasn't paying attention. I have a bit of difficulty focusing."

That was true.

Stuck with his thoughts for hundreds of years, that was the only thing there to distract him. If he couldn't be distracted, he couldn't pass the time. At one point, the only thing to focus on was 'how many poor victims is Amon going to traumatize today and in what way?' A question that divination could unfortunately answer very easily for him.