Klein felt his cerebellum shrink a little.
Not sure—he looked again.
"Roselle's flavor is truly wonderful."
Klein sucked in a sharp breath, contributing his share to global warming. His brain trembled, and he was sure his face was all twisted up.
If not for the gray fog concealing him, he definitely would have been exposed.
"No, no, no—don't jump to conclusions. What if this second transmigrator senior is a woman? If that's the case, then it's not so outrageous…"
Klein quickly shook off the shock and continued reading the diary.
"April 6th: I obtained the Demoness card from the Blasphemy Cards. Using its power of Fantasy Projection, I manifested Roselle dressed as a witch."
Klein felt the classic brainstorming BGM from his past life echo in his mind:
But you didn't have to cut me off… make out like it never happened…
"April 7th: I discovered that Demoness Roselle can be both loli and mature onee-san, even transform into a cute little boy. Amazing!"
At that moment, Sairuis's consciousness extended beside Klein, reading along with him—the masterpiece he himself had written.
[Difficult, but I pulled it off.]
"Perfectly natural," Sairuis affirmed in his heart, praising Erha.
[In practice, though, it's hard to pull off.]
"Quite the opposite," Sairuis thought. His XP level had already ascended to new heights.
[Not really.]
"April 10th: I plan to seek out the Mother card of the Blasphemy Cards. Hehehehe, I think Wife Roselle still has her charms…"
"April 12th: I realized the Mother card has serious issues. Looks like I need to be careful. But so what? A hero must never back down at the last moment."
"April 21st: Finally found it. Alright, I'm in."
The diary ended there. Just five short entries, yet they wrecked Klein's brain over and over.
This… this isn't right. This can't be right!
But Klein soon skimmed past the irrelevant absurdities and focused on the real problem.
Why was it that "Mister Devil" could always find diaries that clearly didn't belong to Roselle, but nobody else could? Could it be that Mister Devil was also a transmigrator—that these were his own writings? Klein resolved to divine the truth after the Tarot Gathering ended.
He dispersed the diary in his hand.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
"This is our honor," Alger said, keeping his posture low.
As the free discussion segment began, Audrey curiously asked Sairuis:
"Mister Demon, I've noticed that what you say doesn't sound like Loenese or any other language I know, but I can always understand you. Is this some Beyonder ability?"
"You only realized just now? I thought you'd need to fully digest the potion before noticing," Sairuis stroked his chin, praising Audrey's perceptiveness.
In order not to raise Klein's suspicion, Sairuis had been speaking in Xianzhou language from the start—the common tongue of the Xianzhou Alliance.
"Hm?" Alger frowned, letting out a questioning grunt.
What? Klein sat motionless, as if he had already realized it, though his heart was unsettled.
Both Klein and Alger carefully recalled it. Indeed, Sairuis's speech didn't match any language they knew. Yet since they could fully understand him, their minds must have automatically translated his words into familiar Loenese.
Sairuis gave a slight nod.
"It's simple. There's a beyonder item called a Synesthetic Beacon. It makes language barriers easy to resolve."
Through the mist—which couldn't entirely block his sight—he saw Audrey's eyes brighten. He quickly added:
"Though it only lets others understand what you're saying, and lets you understand them. It won't make your words transform into supernatural languages."
"Oh." Audrey was slightly disappointed, but her tone quickly returned to its usual cheer."That's still amazing."
She then asked about the Psychology Alchemists—where she might find them.
Alger warned Audrey not to overreach. Digesting her potion honestly was what she should focus on.
When Audrey wondered aloud how long digestion would take, Klein seized the chance to show off. He declared that it usually took one month to half a year, and that once digested, the answers would come naturally.
[This is where one has to mention a certain "three years to true god, five years to old one."]
Afterward, Audrey asked if she could recommend others to join the Tarot Club. The veterans tensed up, thinking she wanted to expand her influence.
Once Audrey's questions ended, Alger shared intelligence about the True Creator.
As the Guiding Landmark of Fate, Klein, though lacking solid intelligence, directly revealed its essence:
"The Fallen Creator."
This calm and equal tone drove Alger and Audrey into wild speculation.
Finally, they concluded that Mister Fool was very likely a true god—an ancient existence currently reviving.
(End of Chapter)