In a world coursing with gray fog. A mottled bronze table hold four individuals with one figure standing from the rest.
Selina held up her skirt and curtsied before saying, "If I may... I would like to request a private exchange with you Honorable Mr. Fool."
That sentence settled into the likes of both Audrey and Alger.
Alger instinctively reckoned Miss Lover's need for personal consultation with Mr. Fool while on the middle of the gathering.
If she desires to have a private exchange with Mr. Fool. She could've do so over the past week... The Psychological Alchemists... That was Miss Justice's request to be as her reward.
Could it be that due to her conscience, she found it difficult to request something from Mr. Fool if her promise for rewards haven't been done?
While in her Spectator state, Audrey herself couldn't help but wonder in puzzlement. What matter could it be that Miss Lovers wanted a personal exchange with Mr. Fool?
The Fool Klein had his fingers on the armrest froze. He was about to signal the members that he's about to say his thoughts but was abruptly interrupted.
This suddenness of hers reflects the first gathering we held... Miss Lovers, how will you challenge my impeccable acting for the second time? Klein playfully grinned.
He was already prepared for such an occasion. Having three members at once would dishearten the integrity of the gathering if all the members would be required to participate in the transaction.
Hence, through his studies of Jotun, specifically of what he suspects the ancient kind used by the mysterious person praying to him before. He now have necessary knowledge to understand this and incorporate it by the used of the gray fog.
Klein had already materialized a table, a few seats, and goatskin parchments for the members. What's stopping him now from translating?
"That won't be a problem." He replied unhurriedly.
Following that. Klein lifted his right hand slightly and pointed his index finger.
This doesn't do anything at all whatsoever. He can manifest the two goatskin parchments for both Hanged Man and Miss Justice without any movements. However, he did have to instill a display of power for the onlookers, just to establish his image.
The churning grayish-white fog suddenly collided with the bronze table. Cloaking the only two individuals, The Fool and Selina in heavy mist.
Audrey could discern their expressions a bit. But it's impossible to not notice this isolation.
What an incredible power... she said in awe.
Alger remained glued to his seat. His expression was a mix of puzzlement and the desire to know the situation.
Throughout their gatherings. He had concluded at the start that Miss Lovers may have an identity of an influential figure among the ranks of an organization.
Her allies, the man who have delivered the compensation for the Spectator formula and possibly many others had verified this and threatened his thought that the Ivory lady and their Tarot Club member may have been two distinct persons.
What are you really? Alger narrowed his eyes while sustaining his questions.
What is your reason for involving with the Rose School of Thought? Are you perhaps from the Life School of Thought member?
Behind the curtains of the congregated grayish-white fogs. Klein slightly leaned back and placed his right hand on his chin.
"So what is it do you want for this exchange?" He said with mild interest and intrigue.
Finally approaching this moment. Selina tried to ease her racing heart by controlling her breathing.
Haaah... Haaah... Haah..
Miss Lovers is nervous... Audrey quickly discerned Selina's state even across the bounded gray fog.
The sounds thumping echoed for Selina to hear. In the boundless streams of almost liquidous mist. Klein, Alger and Audrey all have felt somewhat pressured.
Is she going to request something of them again?
Would it concerns another secret organization's attempt at descending their gods into reality?
Will she confess her feelings?
That last line was from Klein trying to eased his own tensed nerves. A corner of his mouth almost lifted up in humor.
"Mr. Fool..." At last, Selina spoke.
What the other two members heard however, is a language that wasn't unlike the mysticism languages they have heard or have studied. This had certain traits that are almost identical to Feysac but also distinct.
Klein maintained an open-mind while appearing relaxed.
"Do you know of the existences of transmigrators?"
...
In one of the transactional rooms of a bank within South Borough. Backlund.
Yesir, along with the remaining believers of Mrs. White, saw a a briefcase brimming with hundreds and thousands of pounds.
Greed almost and always stirred in each and everyone of them.
This is the Goddess's blessing in a tangible form, the only thing they've all looked forward to since that gathering.
And while they deemed the seed useless. Their mysterious additional member that have been praying to Mrs. White and the one responsible for the one million pounds have said to use the seed as a way to verify themselves.
She also possess one as well and suggested to instead install it as an accessory. Yesir and the rest naturally found it malleable, enough to be carved without damaging the internal as that member warned.
"As what the Goddess had willed. The wealth will be evenly divided and be used to construct pharmaceutical company across different locations." As the member who's sequence is the highest among them. Catherine was the first to speak her thoughts.
"This is a start. A way to rebuild our empire again and return the favor, the Rose School of Thought had kindly given us..."
"What should we name it then?" The chubby Piolo in his gray coat asked the eventual question.
The rest have exchanged looks and moments later. Yesir suggested, "The Goddess's Children Choir."
All of them shook their heads.
"I've seen zealous people walk straight to peril. It never end well." said Kothe with a mocking tone.
Yesir grit his teeth and said with exasperation, "That what do you propose?"
"Backlund's Health Center." Kothe didn't take long for a reply.
Piolo was the next to cut in. "I guess you'd expect nothing more from a laicized priest of the Earth Mother."
"Didn't take you for a critic, especially for something healthy. Even then I thought you refer to Her as Fake Mother?" Kothe's expression was solemn.
It ignited Piolo's emotions and in a fit he yelled, "What did you say?"
Alerted, Kothe pulled up his shirt, revealing a revolver strapped to him. Piolo staggered back when he saw this.
"Alright enough." Catherine commanded with her raised voice. "The names you've all suggested can be used. But note that this is due to her grace Mrs. White. It would only be appropriate take the name into consideration."
"White Cross..."
A voice suddenly reverberated in the room.
Each of them glanced at Greg Ford, who's a botanist and worked with multiple pharmacists in the past.
"White Cross Pharmacy."
...
"** *** know ** *** existences of **************?"
Following Miss Lover's question that Audrey and Alger could only comprehend slightly of. The relaxed posture of Mr. Fool suddenly stiffened.
Klein's eyes constricted and his thoughts took a drastic turn as he looked intensely at the figure of the silver haired woman.
How does she know of the transmigrators?
There are more of people like him and Roselle?
Since when did they arrived?
Was Miss Lovers a local all along?
Many questions clouded Klein's processing facility that he completely ignored the exchange. It left Selina in a hanging position.
After such a long time of silence. She finally heard The Fool asked, "Why do you ask?"
Selina perked up. It clearly demand explanation and reasons for her side.
"It was your presence..." she replied honestly.
"The gray fog was a description my ally had told me after her attempt of returning."
Ally? Who? Wait... she? Selina!? Klein's emotions went in an upheaval fluctuation. Unknown to him, his hand already betrayed him by clenching.
Luckily, he cloaked the subarea between just him and Miss Lovers in a denser fog. The mist this time specifically settled to his armrest.
"Initially, I have seen her die. But in a miracle, she returned." continued Selina. "It was so bizarre I took her in for a personal interrogation. She detailed that she was from different place and had no idea of the world.
"She said she desired to return. So I aided her. In respect that my friend is truly gone and what took over isn't her. So I gave her an instrument she explained what might have triggered this phenomenon.
"But after chanting gibberish. She stayed the same. However, she explained that the area suddenly felt denser and heavier, almost like a fog was forming." Selina suddenly began caressing her hands.
"I committed this in mind and when I was pulled into this space, I knew this had connections with the transmigration."
She almost got here before me? Klein found the possibility terrifying.
It wasn't rooted from the fact that his seat was almost occupied by another. Instead, it stemmed from the fear that the person might not be Selina and their intentions are unclear.
"So this led you pursue the Tarot Club?"
Selina nodded firmly. "Yes. I wish for that transmigrator to return and for my friend to finally rest."
If only it's that simple. Then there wouldn't be Mr. Fool around to talk about... Klein gave a self-deprecating remark before shifting back into his state.
"And what do you wish to achieve by disclosing this to me?" The Fool spoke languidly with faint interest.
Selina finally eased her held breath and said, "As it seems that the only way for that to happen is for you honorable Mr. Fool to regain your strength. I wish for myself to become one of your direct envoys. A blessed."
A corner of Klein's mouth twitched. Have I gone too far? Miss Lovers you do not need to serve me...
"You wish to become my blessed?"
"Yes." Selina nodded and stated her desire.
This is her true intention for disclosing this to Him. Not only will it establish that Mr. Fool can use her to build back His strength, it also builds her relationship with Him.
Miss Lovers... It was only recently that you have escaped a catastrophic event. Why would you concern yourself with another issue? Klein secretly sighed.
Then, for nearly half a minute of silence and presumably contemplation. The Fool finally spoke with a calm voice.
"An admirer of mine is also a transmigrator."
He wanted to know this individual. To understand what was the difference between her and his arrival in the space above the gray fog and quite possibly find out what occurred that led her into this world just as he do.
But most importantly. The company of a fellow earthling would lessen the burden of a bystander in a world littered with unknown.
Klein know this and is aware. This is why sometimes he finds comfort in reading Roselle's diaries. This is a way to connect and maintain his true identity.
However, this interaction or possibly a meeting obviously wouldn't come with a cost. But he's willing to risk a few if it meant he could extend his reach into other beyonder circles in case of help.
Seeing his colleague almost died, he found agency in getting stronger. Klein will finally digest his potion soon and along with his progression to his sequence pathway, he needed tools alongside him.
Selina, having heard The Fool's revelation of another like her. Suddenly found her body unwilling to move.
There was another transmigrator! And he or she is already working under Mr. Fool!
"C-Can I know them?" she blurted out.
Klein was taken aback.
"I-I mean, can my ally know them? It would help her find comfort into this world if she knows she's not alone..." Selina quickly fixed her words before Mr. Fool.
Right... It's a she... What are the chances? Klein joked as he understood the term "allies" Miss Lovers always used.
"Could you first describe to me what is her character before I consider informing him?"