Chapter 89

As Sophia asked for time to think, everyone fell into silence, each lost in their own thoughts.

“Greetings, everyone,” a voice suddenly broke the stillness.

"Master Keaton," Sophia called, her eyes widening at the old man that appeared to her side.

“It seems like everyone here is waiting for your decision. Do you want me to help you?” Keaton smiled and drew a chair from the table, sitting beside Sophia.

He took out a Tarot card deck. “Every time you're making a hard decision, an old man who believes in the supernatural, like me, can give you a clear view of your future.”

Sophia didn’t believe in superstition, but the tension in the room made her consider any help she could get.

“Let me play for ten minutes. Maybe it could give you a clear view of your problem,” Keaton suggested.

Sophia looked at Keaton, who had always helped her, and nodded. “Please.”

“Great, let this old man play the game for you.” Keaton shuffled the cards and randomly drew one, placing it in front of Merly.

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