In Empress Borough, the opulent villa of Earl Hall.
Audrey was supposed to be practicing her piano at this time, but she remained seated in front of her dressing table, thinking about how to read and memorize Roselle's diary in the evening.
Suddenly, her surroundings became hazy, and a boundless grayish-white began to emanate.
In the middle of the gray fog, The Fool's figure sat high above. He was listening to a man who was barely visible pray, " …I pray for your help.
"I hope that someone can help me touch the bookmark in Roselle's manuscript of creativity."
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How does Mr. Fool know that I'll be visiting the Roselle Memorial Exhibition this evening after the museum is closed, and that I'll have the opportunity of touching some items… Audrey listened in a daze. Although she was amazed, she didn't find it odd.
With Mr. Fool's stature and abilities, being aware of such a trivial matter is very easy!
