Chapter 297: The Full Moon's Ravings

Klein had just put on his double-breasted frock coat, picked up his half

top hat, and was walking toward the door when he heard a series of

illusory prayers.

Who is it? He frowned slightly and listened, but he could only

confirm that the supplicant was a woman and that her voice was staccato,

as though she were in great pain.

Since he had nothing particularly urgent to tend to, the newly-advanced

Magician, Klein, casually tossed his half top hat onto the coat rack

accurately, and he returned to his bedroom. After taking four steps

counterclockwise, he entered the majestic palace.

This time, he didn't see any illusory star expanding or contracting with

a deep red glow. Instead, at the end of the ancient, mottled bronze

table, by the side of The Fool's seat was a clear radiance rippling out.

*It's a prayer from a non-Tarot Club member... Is it Xio or that lady

with curly brown hair?* Klein speculated as he took his seat.

Since he had already emptied his anonymous account, he didn't suspect

that someone was trying to steal his wealth.

Leaning back, Klein pointed with his left hand, spreading out his

spirituality to touch the rippling light.

The scene around him suddenly changed. He saw the overturned coffee

table, the slanted sofa, books and papers strewn all over the floor, and

a woman with brown hair struggling in pain.

At the same time, Klein heard her prayers.

"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era...

"The mysterious ruler above the gray fog...

"The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck...

"Save me, save me..."

*Save me? From the looks of it, she seems to be losing control. Her hair

is growing longer at a discernible speed, and her skin is covered with a

layer of sinister white light. How could I possibly save her...*

Klein observed carefully for a few seconds, then mumbled to himself,

feeling stumped.

It was at this moment that he detected in the woman's anguished pleas a

faint, illusory, indistinct raving.

Yes, a raving!

These ravings were similar to the ones he experienced before rising

above the gray fog, but it had no madness or evil to it at all.

Furthermore, it didn't contain any obvious malice.

*It appears that this lady's state of nearly losing control is a result

of hearing the ravings... If she stops hearing it, could she be able to

calm down and turn for the better?* In thought, Klein reached

his hand out to the rippling circle of light.

Following that, he allowed his spirituality to gush out of his body,

establishing a firm and mysterious connection

After advancing to Magician, his spirituality had become a lot more

abundant, and the burden in this aspect had decreased accordingly.

Fors felt her head muddling as she felt her thoughts were like boiling

water. They were constantly bubbling in a bid to break free of the

restraints of her head.

"Am I dying... I don't want to, I don't want to become a monster..."

Just as she was woefully thinking this in her mind, the pain flooded

over her like a tidal wave.

Suddenly, she was wide awake. The pain, the irritation, the madness, and

the despair, which she felt so deeply in her bones, seemed to no longer

exist, as though it was only an illusion.

*I managed to endure through it so quickly today? Isn't it longer during

a Blood Moon?* Confused, Fors opened her eyes which she had

unconsciously closed. She found an endless grayish-white fog beneath

her, and in front of her was an ancient, mottled bronze table.

Where is this place? Surprised, she looked around and saw

numerous towering stone pillars, as well as a towering palace that was

propped up by those stone pillars.

Then, at the very end of the long bronze table, she saw a mysterious

figure shrouded in thick gray fog who seemed to be overlooking

everything from above.

What is this place? Who is he? Fors turned wary and questioned

inwardly.

Then, she remembered what she had just done!

Under her extreme pain, she had chanted the mysterious incantation which

Xio had found in the "History of the Loen Kingdom's Aristocracy," an

incantation that was suspected to be directed at some evil god!

*No, not just evil spirits! He was actually able to temporarily help me

get rid of the harmful effects of those terrifying ravings... He even

pulled me into this strange world... This...* While Fors

suppressed the fear in her heart, she half stood up and bowed.

"May I know who you are..."

At that moment, she suddenly recalled the contents of the incantation as

she blurted out, "You are The Fool! Uh, Mr. Fool.

"You are His Excellency, The Fool?"

Klein smiled, nodded slightly and said, "Just call me Mr. Fool."

As he spoke, he noticed on the back of the chair in which Fors was

sitting on, the symbols and mysterious patterns formed by the shining

stars were rapidly changing.

In just one or two seconds, the interior of the room was covered with

layers upon layers of doors. Numerous illusory doors of the same kind

were formed there!

Door? As soon as Klein saw the symbol, he immediately

associated it with the mention of Mr. Door in Roselle's diary.

During a full moon, the other party would come close to the real world

and let out cries for help!

*Could the ravings have something to do with Mr. Door? Hmm... It's the

night of the Blood Moon tonight, an enhanced version of the full moon...

This lady corresponds to a door, and the symbol on the back of Miss

Xio's seat is similar to the Sword of Judgment...* Klein nodded

indiscernibly.

Through this, he confirmed that once a stable connection was established

and that if the other party was a Beyonder, the symbol behind the seat

would change according to the other party's actual circumstances. They

didn't have to necessarily join the Tarot Club and come to the

mysterious space above the gray fog at fixed intervals.

At that moment, waves of shock rose up in Fors's heart.

*The Fool... It's indeed The Fool... That honorific name does point

towards a powerful existence!*

*What does he want? Will he want to make a transaction with my

soul?*

Heh, at least---*it's at least better than losing control from

those ravings... I guess I managed to claw my life back. Whatever

happens in the future would just be a bonus...*

While she was still lost in her thoughts, she suddenly heard Mr. Fool

ask with a smile, "You hear ravings from nowhere every full moon?"

How does he know? Fors looked over in surprise and replied in

a daze, "Yes."

Before she finished her sentence, she suddenly thought of a possibility

and asked, "D-do you know the origin of those ravings? Do you know who

is trying to harm me? Do you know how to solve this problem once and for

all?"

*He's a miserable wretch who is lost in the darkness and trapped in a

storm...* Klein had intended to reply with the words that would

shape his image, but when he thought about it, he couldn't be sure that

the woman in front of him had indeed heard the words coming from Mr.

Door.

In order to not make any mistakes and to not embarrass himself in the

future, he skipped over the question and said with a vague smile, "He

might not necessarily want to hurt you. Perhaps, he is just asking for

your help."

Therefore, the ravings weren't malicious, not crazy or evil.

"Asking for my help? But those ravings push me closer and closer to

losing control. If you hadn't helped me, I might've become a monster by

now," Fors returned incredulously.

Klein grinned and said, "That's because you're too weak."

"I'm too weak?" Fors was stunned and at a loss.

Klein briefly explained, "The difference in your life's natural order

and his is too great. Perhaps, just by breathing normally, the storm

brought about by him can rip you to pieces. Perhaps, just a glance from

him will cause you to die on the spot.

"Of course, if he purposely controls his own strength, it's not that he

can't communicate normally with you. However, his voice might need to

pass through layers of obstructions in order to reach your ears.

Deliberate control typically implies a failure to call for help. Heh

heh, that's if we assume that he's calling for help."

*The difference in our life's natural order is too great... I would die

from just one glance from him...* Fors was stunned from what she

heard. After quite some time, she forced a smile and said, "This reminds

me of a saying.

"Do not look directly at God..."

Klein smiled at her without giving a positive answer.

*Could it be that those terrifying ravings really come from an existence

who's nearly a god? Mr. Fool can help me eliminate that person's

influence, and all this time, he's been talking about it in a rather

bland tone... Does this mean that he and that existence's life's natural

order are at the same level?* The more she thought about it, the

more shocked she became. Even her body couldn't stop trembling.

Klein waited a few seconds, then asked, "How long does it last every

full moon?"

"Three to five minutes. If it's the night of the Blood Moon, it will

exceed seven minutes," Fors gathered her thoughts and answered honestly.

The more Klein listened, the more he felt that the ravings' owner

belonged to Mr. Door.

He temporarily put the matter down and smiled.

"You can return in a few minutes.

"There is only one way to solve your problem, and that is to raise your

life's natural order."

Fors hesitated for a moment before saying, "Whenever I encounter the

full moon, can I recite your name?

"I-I will be your devout believer!"

"No, there's no need." Klein smiled and shook his head. "But I don't

mind helping you along the way."

"Thank you so much!" Although she suspected that she was dealing with an

evil god, she no longer wanted to experience the same painful

"nightmare" as before.

After confirming this matter, she relaxed a lot. Noticing that there

were still many seats around the long bronze table, she asked probingly,

"Mr. Fool, it seems there are others who come here frequently?"

No, they might not necessarily be human... Fors added

silently.

Klein smiled and said with a casual attitude, "They're a few people who

are similar to you. I pulled them here for various reasons.

"They hope that I can hold a gathering at regular intervals to

facilitate the trade of formulas, ingredients, information, and

missions.

"I agreed to it."

Fors was enticed by what she heard. Thinking that she was already part

of this, she boldly asked, "Mr. Fool, can I join this gathering?"

"Sure. Three in the afternoon on Mondays. Remove all disturbances."

Klein smiled and pointed at the cards that suddenly appeared on the

surface of the long bronze table. "They've decided to use the names of

the tarot cards as their code names. You can pick one of these, but

these already belong to someone and you cannot choose from..."

Fors nodded her head, shuffling the cards and cutting them with great

interest while mumbling, "Let fate arrange my title..."

Soon, she pulled out a card and looked at it: "The Magician!"