Seeing Kline's expression of surprise, Angela immediately felt uncertain: "Isn't that right? Mr. Gracis said you simply observed him and were able to detect a hidden illness in his lungs..." She spoke softer and softer, eventually falling silent. Observation? Dark frown lines on his forehead? Kline suddenly understood, shook his head, and laughed lightly. "I believe Mr. Gracis has misunderstood." He had originally intended to simply brush it off, but then remembered that no one had come to consult him for divination yesterday afternoon, making his performance as a 'seer' particularly awkward. He quickly thought on his feet and added: "This is actually a form of divination." "Divination? But Mr. Gracis only mentioned that you observed his face—can that really count as divination?" Angela asked, both surprised and puzzled. Kline smiled calmly. "As a member of the Divination Club, you should be familiar with palm reading, shouldn't you?" "Hand reading isn't exclusive to the empire of the gourmands. Even on Earth, India and the old Europe have each developed their own theories. Let alone today's world, which holds such remarkable strength." "Indeed, but you haven't actually read his hands, have you? Have you been observing him quietly?" Angela asked curiously. "I'm reading his facial expression," Caine improvised, "and the principles are essentially the same as those of hand reading." "Really?" Angela's eyes betrayed deep skepticism. To bolster his career as a seer, Caine smiled lightly, feigning deep thought, and lightly tapped his brow twice. With focused attention, Angela's aura came vividly into view in his eyes—her head purple, her limbs red, her throat blue—her health was sound, though the colors were slightly faded, a sign of normal fatigue. Klein observed the other's emotional tone again, noting a blend of orange with hints of red and blue—warmth tinged with excitement and thought. Good. It was reassuring that everything was normal. He decided to close his spiritual sight just then, when suddenly he noticed deep within the emotional hues of Angelaica, a strong undercurrent of gray and dullness. "And she also lacks a certain brightness and positivity," Klein nodded thoughtfully. "Mr. Moretti, are you observing my facial expression?" When the young gentleman in a black suit before her suddenly fell silent and gazed at her intently, Angelaica sensed something, asking with a mix of curiosity and concern. Klein didn't answer immediately; he lightly tapped his brow, maintaining a focused, attentive expression. As Angelaica grew slightly uneasy, he spoke gently: "Madam Angelaica, some sorrow, some pain—do not keep them sealed within your heart." Angelica's eyes widened instantly, her mouth opened slightly, yet she couldn't utter a word. She looked at Klein, who wore a half-high hat and carried a clear scholar's air, and listened as he spoke in a low, soothing voice that felt warm and comforting: "You need a hike, a tennis match, or a moving, emotional drama—one that tires your body through physical activity, allows your tears to flow freely without concealment, and enables you to weep, shout, and fully release those emotions." "This is also beneficial for your physical health." The words flowed gently, and Angelica seemed to have turned into a statue, standing there motionless. She blinked rapidly, lowered her head with some embarrassment, and murmured: "Thank you for your suggestion..." "Seems like quite a few members today?" Klein didn't elaborate further, as if he had never performed any divination at all, and turned slightly toward the conference room at the end of the corridor. On a Sunday afternoon... at least fifty members... Angélica's voice was still a bit hoarse, and her description consisted only of a few key words. She paused, then gradually resumed her normal pace: "Would you like tea or coffee?" "Siбир tea." Klein nodded slightly, politely adjusted his hat, and then walked slowly toward the conference room. Only after he had disappeared at the door did Angélica slowly exhale. ...... The conference room of the Divination Club was very spacious, nearly twice the size of Klein's high school classroom. Usually, only five or six members gathered here, making the space feel quite empty. But now, with about fifty diviners seated in various parts of the room, the space was fully occupied. Sunlight streamed through several rounded windows. The members either discussed quietly, gathered around Hinas Van Sint to seek advice, practiced divination, or sat alone sipping coffee and reading newspapers. This scene reminded Klein of his student days back on Earth—though back then it had been more bustling, more vibrant, lacking this quiet essence. He scanned the room, not seeing either Gracis or Edward Steff, his two familiar faces, and so casually picked up a shared divination textbook, settling into a corner to leisurely browse through it. Soon, Angelaica entered with a cup of green tea and placed it gently on the table in front of Klein. As she prepared to quietly step away, she suddenly noticed Mr. Moretti unfastening a beautifully crafted silver chain from his left sleeve, upon which hung a pure yellow crystal. What was he doing? Without realizing it, Angelaica slowed her pace and turned her gaze toward Klein. With his left hand, Klein held the chain and let the yellow crystal fall straight into the cup of tin-leaf tea, just barely missing the liquid surface. He closed his eyes half-lidded, serene, and the atmosphere around him instantly grew still and quiet. The pure yellow quartz gently stirred, the intricately shaped silver chain rotating clockwise. At this sight, Angela felt Moretti's demeanor unusually enigmatic. "Your afternoon tea is quite good," said Crane, opening his eyes and speaking softly with a smile. He had deliberately performed that gesture—intentionally for Angela's benefit! To attract clients quickly, Angela, as the one responsible for welcoming and recommending, was actually a crucial factor. Now, fully committed to the role of a "seer," Crane felt no further hesitation, truly embracing the identity. "...Indeed, Mr. Vanes has a very discerning taste for tea," Angela replied, momentarily startled. At that moment, Crane withdrew the pendulum, wound it neatly again, then lifted a white, patterned porcelain cup, and offered it to his guest with a warm smile. ........ Back in the reception area, Angela no longer felt like reading her magazines. She sat there, lost in thought, gazing blankly ahead, unsure of what she was thinking. Only when a knock at the door startled her did she suddenly awaken, hastily turning toward the entrance to see a young lady in a light blue dress. The young lady removed her lace hat, adorned with a powder-blue ribbon, her expression calm yet melancholy. "Good afternoon, noble lady," said Agnesika, greeting her with practiced ease. "Would you like to join the club, or would you like to have a reading?" "I would like a reading," said the young lady, whose beautiful eyes held a quiet sadness, as she bit her lower lip. Agnesika first invited her to sit on the sofa, then gave a detailed account of the membership reading service. She brought over a booklet and handed it to her. "You may choose any of the readings," she said. The composed young lady carefully turned through the booklet, feeling overwhelmed by the sheer number of members present and the extensive range of options, which left her feeling rather distracted. "Could you recommend someone from here?" she asked, pointing to the middle section of the booklet, omitting those whose readings cost more than two sols or less than four pence. Angelica took back the portfolio, glanced at it for a few minutes, and then said with deliberation, "I recommend this gentleman." The lady, still somewhat uneasy, focused her attention and noticed that the seer was named "Cline Moretti." "...Mr. Moretti has only recently joined the club... Is his level of competence reliable?" she asked, still uncertain. Angelica nodded firmly, "Both I and a member can confirm that Mr. Moretti is an outstanding seer. If he hadn't just joined the club, he wouldn't charge such a modest fee." "I see," the thoughtful lady replied, nodding. "Then I shall have Mr. Moretti perform the reading." "Good, please wait a moment." Angelica picked up the portfolio and rose to walk toward the conference room. She approached Cline and whispered, "Mr. Moretti, someone has requested a reading from you. Which of the seance rooms would you like to use?" "That's quite promising—the first client has arrived... " Kline set down his cup of tea and nodded calmly. "The Yellow Crystal Room." "Understood," said Angela, stepping forward to guide him and opening the wooden door to the Yellow Crystal Room. Kline sat behind the table adorned with various divination tools, waiting several seconds before a woman in a light blue dress entered, her expression subdued and melancholic. As she closed the door behind her, Kline gently tapped his brow twice. "The yellow tone in the abdomen is somewhat dimmed... the darker hues reflect a strong sense of concern and anxiety," he observed carefully, then leaned back slightly and raised his hand to close his spiritual vision. "Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti." The woman in the light blue dress settled into the chair. "Good afternoon. May I call you by your name?" Kline asked politely, without expecting a definite answer. As a keyboard specialist, he knew many people were reluctant to share their real names during divination sessions. "You may call me Anna." The woman in a light blue dress set aside her hat, looking at Cline with a mixture of anticipation and doubt. "I would like to divinate the condition of my fiancé. He went to the Southern Continent for a business venture in March, and on the third of last month, he sent a telegraph to me and his family announcing that his ship was about to sail back. Yet, twenty days have passed, and he still has not returned. At first, I thought it might have been due to the turbulent weather of the Storm Sea, but now, over a month has passed, and his ship, the 'Clover,' has still not arrived at Enmater Port." The sea separating the Northern and Southern Continents is known as the Storm Sea, famed for its frequent natural disasters and swift, dangerous currents. Without Emperor Roser's expeditions that uncovered several safer sea routes, the nations of the Northern Continent would not have been able to begin their colonial era, let alone lay the submarine cables and establish a wired telegraph network. Caine, looking at his first genuine client in his career as a diviner, asked cautiously: "Which divination method would you like to use?"