This villain, please exercise some restraint.

"In my impression, the Magician has always been the one closest to being a human. He has more ordinary emotions than ordinary people, including joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness. I have always thought this is his flaw, but it is undeniable that he can be called a good person among our group of Strength Card heirs."

"But this kind of existence seems to have had a lot of conflicts with the new gloomy young man. I don't quite know the reason, but the 'magician' sighed and tried to shake hands with him, but was rejected with extreme indifference."

"That young man said that if it weren't for the magician and his group of lackeys, he wouldn't have fallen to the point of becoming a lackey of the 'world'."

"That young man also said that the magician took away his freedom and stopped him from pursuing his perfect...dream. He may not remember anyone's kindness, but he tends to...remember grudges."

"Those few words were said in front of the World. It was strange that the World did not make any statement about these words. He just stood there, holding the little boy Temperance, and watched everything indifferently."

"Standing next to the 'magician', I heard the 'magician's' almost gnashing whisper - if the so-called 'perfection' comes at the cost of the pain of others, or even the destruction of others, and even the 'perfection' that is created can be abandoned at any time, then this kind of 'perfection' is better off not having it."

"Later, 'World' handed the Small Control to 'Magician', saying that he should take it to meet the inheritors of the Strength Card ability while they were all here."

The Pope paused for a moment, then continued, "This is... my first meeting with Temperance."

“Does it feel ordinary, or even without any waves?”

He looked at the short boy beside him, only to find that the boy was rarely... lost in thought.

"…Although I can't comment on the situation between you two, but…it sounds like you, and even the creature in the tarot card, have existed for a very, very long time."

"And you were not born together, but through the existence of the 'world', you were slowly brought together in various ways."

"Can I guess that even though you sound like you existed earlier, you are aware of the other entities in the Tarot cards, but when it comes to understanding, I'm afraid you are only relatively familiar with a few of them?"

"Because each of you is an independent individual. Perhaps, being the inheritor of the Strength card's ability is a common identity that you all share."

"Besides this identity, perhaps the other inheritors of the Power Card also have their own independent lives, personalities, races, and even... populations."

"It's just that, that's their secret. Except for the communication about the obligations of the inheritor of the power of the Strength Card, they will not reveal these to you, whether in public or in private."

"Just like me... I seem to be born different from the world I live in. In that world, I am like a strange species independent of them... Maybe, in their eyes, I am no different from them."

"But I am the only one who knows that I have abilities that are fundamentally different from theirs, and that I am the same as them only in… appearance and words."

"So 'Pope', do you know me? Do you really...know me?"

"I was wondering if your previous definition of 'unprincipled protection' was too arbitrary?"

The boss looked at the "Pope". He didn't seem to care about the original "moderation" or the grudge between the "devil" and the "magician".

On the contrary, based on his own experience, he raised a question that was neither profound nor superficial.

The "Pope" was silent.

His silence seemed normal, but this time, the silence lasted a little longer.

"There are only a dozen or so inheritors of the Strength Card ability. Isn't the long time that has passed enough for me to understand them more thoroughly?"

His question was filled with hesitation that he couldn't be sure of.

"So, do you know about the relationship between the 'magician' and the 'devil'? Do you know why the young man you mentioned, the young man who is the 'devil', said those words to the 'magician'?"

The "Pope" was silent again.

"You don't even know this, do you? Pope? If you are one of the so-called "melon-eating" people you mentioned, based on what I have seen and heard in this world, I think that just the few words spoken by the "devil" are enough to make that group of people dig deep into the matter."

"So - 'Pope', you are not keen on knowing this at all. I even think that if it is not related to your own life, you don't even want to know this."

"Because knowing this won't help you in any way. On the contrary, it might even bring you...a burden."

"As for why you claimed that you love to eat melons from the beginning... Although I still haven't figured out the reason, but - unfortunately, some of your qualitative words can't hinder my judgment."

"Pope, I want to know if my judgment of you is correct?"

The short boy no longer looked at the young man beside him. He raised his head and looked at the distant sky. On his somewhat immature face, there was an unobtrusive...confidence and composure.

"To tell you the truth, 'Pope', I don't feel anything in you that is similar to my strong curiosity and desire for exploration, so - I prefer to believe that you are a person who is... indifferent to the world."

The "Pope"'s hand, which was tightly gripping the scepter, slowly relaxed.

He looked at the short boy beside him, and suddenly had a very strange...illusion.

For a moment, the young man beside him overlapped with the distant past that he had already forgotten.

It seems... the lost past is not important, the lost memory is not important, because the boy in front of me is still standing here, really standing here.

Even if you lose your memory, you will still be the same as before.

Can this be called - growing up in accordance with one's heart? Then, in the boy's memory, the "moderation" described, that kind of... moderation, is it a disguise, or... taking off the disguise?

If it is a disguise, then what is the point of the disguise? It seems that there is no point, because from beginning to end, "temperance" does not seem to gain any benefit from it.

For a moment, the original definite answer seemed to become ambiguous.

He wondered if the new "moderation"'s words had subtly influenced him to accept them, or even to... think about them.

He wondered if he really knew too little about his so-called "colleagues" as he seemed to have always been looking at what he could see.

As for the ability to see secrets that he had been given, he even made hasty conclusions based on mere guesswork and subjective experience from past encounters.