Above the gray-white mist that can't be seen, it looks like the ancient palace where the gods live.

Lines of crimson light shot up on both sides of the long bronze table, solidifying into blurred figures respectively.

"Justice" Audrey got up immediately, lifted the hem of her skirt, and led the members of the Tarot Society to salute to the top:

"Good afternoon, Mister Fool."

She is not in a sad mood, but the outbreak of the war still makes her unable to

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