Upon the sea ravaged by storms, an ancient three-masted sailing ship heaved and swayed with the waves. Though not swift and not large, it appeared like a dry leaf detached from a tree in this scene where sky and sea had merged into one. Yet, no matter how fierce the gales or how terrifying the waves, the ship remained steady, never tilting. Archibald Wilson stood on the open deck, gazing at the towering, mountainous waves surrounding him, lost in thought. "Another Monday..." he murmured silently. It was the day of the Earth Mother, the beginning of a new cycle of prosperity and decline. But for Archibald, it held another significance—a day associated with a mysterious presence forever veiled in gray-white mist. At least I haven't gone mad yet... he turned his gaze, chuckling to himself. At that moment, one of his few crew members approached, bowing respectfully and asking, "Father, what is our destination for this voyage?" Alger surveyed the room, responding with a tone that remained steady and unremarkable: "Pursuing a 'Listener' from the Aurora Circle." The man standing in the shadow lowered his head, gazing at his son, and spoke kindly: "Jack, I'll take you to a sacred place—the Sanctuary where the Creator once dwelt." "Is that the kingdom of God? Do we mere mortals only enter with a gift bestowed upon us?" Jack, well-educated by his mother and possessing sound common sense, was both amazed and afraid. The man standing in the shadow had a face carved with such clear, enduring lines that it seemed the work of a master sculptor in stone. He placed his hand to his ear, adopting a posture of attentive listening, and replied in a voice nearly dreamlike: "Jack, the concept of 'mortal' is itself a mistake. The Creator fashioned this world and is present everywhere—within every living being. Thus, all things possess divinity. When this divinity reaches a certain depth, it becomes an angel. The seven so-called gods currently reigning are merely more powerful angels." "Listen, now I can hear the teachings of the Divine, what a remarkable revelation! Life is merely a spiritual journey—when the spirit is strong and resilient enough, we discover our own divinity and unite with the divinity of others..." Jack Jr. couldn't grasp this intricate explanation. He shook his head and asked a question he had missed earlier: "Father, my mother told me that after the Divine created this world, it branched out into all things and no longer exists as a tangible entity. Then, why does it still have its 'Sanctuary'?" As a child of about seven or eight, his logic was clear and precise. The man with facial features as refined as carved stone paused, tilted his head slightly, as if hearing further whispers. Suddenly, he knelt down, his knees pressing gently onto the deck, and the skin of his exposed limbs revealed one after another slender, bluish-black formations. He clutched his head with both hands, his face contorted in intense agony, and cried out, "They're lying!" "I've sent a telegram to each of the night-watch teams, instructing them to keep a close eye on all ports and steam train stations, and the first batch of portraits has been mailed out yesterday afternoon and will appear in major newspapers." What would be wonderful now would be telephone lines, fax machines, surveillance cameras, and big data—yet, I'm only familiar with their use, and understand only the basics of how they work... Klein exhaled silently. "Nevertheless, we've finally located the whereabouts of that notebook, and this is clearly your contribution—though further verification is still needed. I've already sent a telegram to the Beckland parish requesting that they dispatch personnel to escort the 2–049th sealed object here. It was once a particularly hazardous item belonging to the Antigonos family, and it will help us determine whether Riel Biber is indeed a descendant of that family." A Level 2 sealing artifact… dangerous… use it with caution and restraint. Klein had intended to ask curiously about this artifact—what it was, what special abilities it possessed, and where the danger lay—but instantly remembered that his confidentiality level was insufficient, and thus had to settle for resignation. "May the goddess protect us," Klein tapped four times on his chest, drawing a full moon. Regarding this question, Kline had prepared his answer from the very beginning, though Dunn had never asked it until now, when he casually mentioned it. Organizing his words, he said: "I've been thinking about the fact that the 'Seers' and the 'Inquirers' are auxiliary extraordinary beings who don't always have to face enemies—such constant exposure would be too dangerous. You and Old Neil have both mentioned that in the realms of mystery and the extraordinary, curiosity and exploration often come at a terrible cost. The 'Inquirer's' ability to observe and perceive deeply has made me particularly concerned. So, as you know, just a short while ago, I was still just an ordinary college student, and my timidity was the only reason for my choice." "I must admit," Dunn said, rubbing his temple, "this answer came as a surprise to me, yet it feels very well reasoned." He half-turned, his gray eyes deeply assessing Caine from head to toe: "Over the past few weeks, you've continued to venture out, no longer confined to the route between the Welch household and the Iron Cross Street. Perhaps, perhaps you'll begin to sense that notebook, helping us locate Riel Biber." "Good." Caine found himself no longer hesitating. He bowed and turned to leave, silently counting in his mind: "Three, two..." "Wait a moment," Dune called out. Caine turned back, offering a gentle smile: "Captain, is there anything else?" Dune cleared his throat and said: "Well, even auxiliary extraordinary ones will have to face enemies at times. Though the 'Seer' may seem to avoid such situations, we can't afford to overlook it—you must maintain your firearm training and systematically build your strength." "That's exactly what I've been working on," Caine pointed outside. "I'm going out now." "Very well, uh, wait a moment." "Dunne stopped him again, thinking aloud, "Perhaps I should consider hiring a combat instructor for you—of course, on the condition that you become an official team member." Klein nodded cautiously, asking carefully, "Captain, is there nothing else?" "There's nothing else," Dunne shook his head and smiled gently, emphasizing, "Truly, nothing else." Only then did Klein step out of the partition, said goodbye to Rosan, Madame Oliviana, and the others, went to the shooting club for practice, and then strolled around for a full hour, diligently completing the tasks assigned by the captain. After finishing all this, he arrived at the divination club and saw Madame Angelica reading a magazine leisurely. "Family," Klein silently repeated the name, held his cane, and walked over, smiling and greeting, "Good afternoon, Madame Angelica." "Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti." "Angélica didn't hurry to put down her magazine and stood up, saying, 'Just after you left yesterday, Mr. Gracis came in—he's just recovered from a serious illness.'" Klein exhaled in relief and smiled, saying, "That's truly wonderful news." Hearing this, Angélica, who had been quietly observing him, lowered her voice and asked curiously, "Mr. Gracis said you're an absolutely, incredibly, astonishingly magical doctor, is that right?" Wait a minute—Klein stared at the woman across from him, wondering if he'd gone deaf. How could anyone see me as a doctor?