Chapter 83: Eye of Mystery Pryer

Chapter 83: Eye of Mystery Pryer

Inside the captain’s cabin, Cattleya slowly climbed up from the floor. In silence, she walked to the full-length mirror beside the bookshelf.

In the mirror, the skin of her face was fair and smooth. Not a single split could be seen. Her ears were normal and small, showing no sign of spreading outward. Her black eyes, faintly tinged with deep purple, were calm and rippleless, as if nothing at all had happened.

Yet Cattleya’s eyes, which carried a somewhat mysterious air, could see far more:

The eyeball-like flesh and blood still hidden beneath her skin, not yet completely dissolved; the pain and madness within her spirit body, rapidly fading away; the countless illusory things of indescribable form swimming all around; the sailors several rooms away, cleaning the deck…

Everything within a range of several dozen meters appeared in her field of vision without obstruction, but in a state of abnormal chaos.

From the day she became a Sequence 5 Astrologer, her Mystery Pryer abilities had undergone an enormous improvement. She could even faintly see, around her, layer after layer of thick curtains that seemed made of shadows. Behind those curtains, something appeared to be watching her—watching all living things.

There are no traces of influence from Mr. Fool. In reverse, that explains many problems… He—no, He—directly pulled my spirit body into that mysterious space. That ability is strange, powerful, and hidden. It is not something that demigod-level scepter can compare with… Although He wore currently fashionable clothing, that proves nothing. For an existence at His level, appearing in different images to different people would be very simple. His true appearance would likely make every direct observer lose control and die… Cattleya gazed at herself in the mirror, silently recalling everything that had just happened.

Regarding Mr. Fool’s identity, she inevitably had some guesses. But they could only remain guesses—guesses with no evidence.

“The fact that He wears a tailcoat does not mean He is young or that He was born only recently. Perhaps His essence is ancient, older than the seven gods. The knowledge that pursues me has told me that, before the Cataclysm, more ancient deities did indeed exist. Perhaps He is one of them,” Cattleya muttered soundlessly.

She turned away from the full-length mirror and walked back to the spot where she had earlier struggled in agony, picking up the heavy-framed glasses that had fallen to one side.

She placed the thick glasses on the bridge of her nose, covering her deep-purple eyes. All things that did not belong within normal vision swiftly vanished from “before” her.

Standing there, Cattleya once again pondered what sort of influence Mr. Fool and the so-called Tarot Club would bring her.

Without realizing it, a tall figure surfaced in her mind. In her ears, that sentence she had never been able to forget echoed once more:

“Leave. Your fate is not with me.”

Is this my fate, Your Majesty? Cattleya closed her eyes briefly.

…

Above the gray fog, inside the ancient, majestic palace.

Klein lightly tapped the edge of the mottled long table, making all the Tarot cards upon it vanish.

He was thinking about the follow-up matters after Admiral of Stars joined the Tarot Club.

“If there is no other way, I may truly have to leave the safe sea route and enter that ocean transformed from the ruins of a divine war in order to search for the singing of mermaids. When that time comes, The Hermit, who fears The Fool and can be controlled by me to a certain extent, will clearly be more reliable than Vice Admiral Iceberg Edwina and the others as a collaborator. Borrowing her ship would be safer… Mm. Mr. Hanged Man is the backup option.

“Admiral of Stars is a member of the Moses Ascetic Order and possesses a great deal of knowledge. That will be very helpful to the Tarot Club. But for me, it also creates a certain hidden danger. Mr. Fool’s image is built upon…