"The fool who doesn't belong to this age... the enigmatic sovereign above the grey mist... the King of Good Fortune, in yellow and black..." Audrey Hall murmured these three descriptions, her mind suddenly tossed into a storm of waves, unable to remain in the state of a mere spectator. As a devoted enthusiast of mysticism, though she had never formally encountered extraordinary powers before being drawn into this grey mist, she had, in private gatherings with fellow noble enthusiasts, exchanged stories—some true, some uncertain—about the practices and traditions they had learned. She had studied the Hermes script used in rituals and attempted various ceremonies described by others. None of those rituals had succeeded, yet they had given her a solid understanding of the standardized incantations. Thus, she clearly recognized what the three-part descriptions meant in the context of other rituals: they signified, they pointed to, the seven deities who oversee the entire world! They were nearly equivalent to "the Red Sovereign, the Hidden Mother, and the Queen of Calamities and Fears." Was the Esteemed Sir, the one mentioned by Glaerint and others—unknown, hidden, powerful as a deity—also the source of danger that had to be carefully avoided in the rituals? Audrey quickly recalled her friends' expressions of wonder and hesitation when they had tried, yet dared not attempt, certain strange rituals, and found herself momentarily speechless. Aljer Wilson, who knew more and understood more than she did, felt a genuine tremor of excitement: "If the Fool's ritual magic truly points to him, allowing him to receive our request, then it must be addressed to him—using the third-person honorific term reserved for divine beings and similar entities..." "Indeed fortunate, indeed wise—my entire performance has been cooperative, never doing anything foolish, even during my cautious probes, always within the bounds of normalcy..." "Perhaps he is some ancient, hidden, and terrifying entity, one who has merely appeared to us in a form and name not entirely authentic—perhaps the original sorceress, the concealed sage, or even the true, shared deity of several mysterious sects?" Aljer realized now that the Fool she was seeing might not be his true form at all; he might not even possess a gender, nor necessarily be a humanoid being. Klein supported his forehead with one hand and gently tapped the edge of the bronze long table, keenly sensing the shifts in the cards "The Hanged Man" and "Justice." Yet he feigned no change, maintaining the calm, composed demeanor of someone fully anticipating everything, and continued speaking as if nothing had happened: "I beg for your assistance." "I beg for your favor." "I beg that you grant me a good dream." "Deep-sleep flower, herb of the Red Moon, channel its power into my incantation." "Golden-handed citron, herb of the Sun, channel its power into my incantation." ... As he finished reciting the incantations in this distinct format, he smiled and said: "Madam, sir, have you remembered?" "Oh..." Audrey breathed softly, quickly covered her mouth, and began to recall carefully. Thanks to the exceptional memory of the audience, she swiftly transcribed everything and repeated it aloud to confirm. Alden performed far more vigorously than usual, her pen never pausing despite whatever thoughts were racing through her mind. After confirming Audrey's notes, Caine smiled slightly and said, "If this attempt succeeds, we can then slightly modify the incantation in the next instance to achieve our desired outcome." "I hope you can find time to complete this ritual no later than Wednesday," he added. He intended to return here on Thursday evening to verify whether the ritual magic had taken effect. ——He had deliberately not asked the 'Hangman' and 'Justice' to directly request their absence, because he was concerned they might not be able to distinguish whether they truly wished to 'take leave,' or whether it was simply a result of the ritual magic's effect, and thus, whether to pull them or not. "In accordance with your wishes," Audrey and Alden composed themselves and responded respectfully. "As per the Hangman's previous suggestion, after the main business, we'll move into the casual conversation phase—shall we begin with someone?" Caine gestured to indicate the invitation. Audrey mused, "Mr. The Fool, your previous recommendations regarding exam-based screening and the separation of administrative affairs have gained considerable support among the members of parliament. Perhaps they will indeed become reality—though, given the efficiency of the royal government, the initiative won't likely materialize until at least six months from now." She need not worry that The Hangman would trace her identity back to this matter, for she had only casually prompted a few remarks, allowing the proud ladies to believe it was their own exceptional insight that had sparked the idea, and thus eager to boast it to their husbands, fathers, and brothers. At that moment, Audrey felt as though she had witnessed a host of golden peacocks displaying their magnificent plumage. She was certain that these ladies would continually reinforce their own sense of achievement, attributing the honor entirely to themselves, and completely forget her own role, inevitably disputing over who had first proposed the idea. And by skillfully altering the kingdom's situation in this way, Audrey felt a strange sense of accomplishment—as if she had discovered a way to influence the course of a drama even through the audience. "Hopefully so." "The Hanged Man" replied with a sarcastic tone. He paused for a few seconds, glanced at the Fool seated at the head of the bronze long table, and carefully weighed his words: "Over the past few decades, the frequency of activities by various secret organizations has been on the rise, with several new, well-established organizations emerging, each possessing notable strength and exceptional capabilities." Are you trying to find out the reasons from me? I haven't even begun to review the materials on the 'illegitimate organizations' yet... Klein only smiled, offering no comment on "The Hanged Man"'s remarks, and instead responded vaguely: "Older forces are awakening." For instance, the power represented by the Antigonus family's records... "Indeed..." said Alje quietly, as though he had just realized something. Klein glanced over the "Emperor," then over the "Justice," and smiled. "If there's nothing else to share, then let's conclude today's gathering here." "According to your wishes," Audrey and Aljer rose simultaneously. Klein furrowed his brow, momentarily unable to come up with an answer. He turned his gaze, walking around the magnificent, ancient temple, carefully examining every corner. "Back then, I'd just thought of it casually, offering only a rough concept—never actually describing the shape of the palace, the long table, or the chairs. So, what determined their forms? Was it an optimal choice? A baseline prototype? Or a real-world representation?" As he pondered, a question he'd previously overlooked suddenly struck him. Ah, no doubt—being a keyboard specialist, I've indeed lacked experience and sensitivity in many areas, often realizing it only after the fact. With this self-reflection, Klein carefully inspected the area above the gray mist and around the temple, but found no other living beings or further anomalies. As for the more distant, seemingly boundless, ethereal expanse, he hesitated to venture deeper, fearing he might lose himself entirely there. "Ah, there truly is a sense of mystery here... I wonder if there will be new developments once I grow stronger..." Kline sighed, expanded his spiritual awareness, and enveloped himself, simulating the sensation of a rapid descent. Everything flowed swiftly, and various illusions fragmented as he pierced through the gray-white mist, finally seeing the real world—the desk, curtains, and wardrobe in his bedroom. Well, if we can't fight it, then let's just set it aside... The Sir of Folly has always been so kind—likely a lawful being. Odile's mood brightened swiftly, recalling her own role, the subtle effects of the potion's backlash. She hummed a lively tune, rose from the bed, and walked toward the door, consciously shifting into the role of an "observer." Upon opening the door, she spotted the serving maid passing by, noticed the calluses on the maid's hands, the sunspots on her face, and several other such details—enough to begin piecing together a story. At that moment, Odile suddenly felt a sense of awareness, turned her head sharply toward the shadowy corner away from the balcony. There, she saw the golden-haired dog, Suzy, crouched there, quietly observing her, just as she had been observing the maid. Oh, goddess—Odile drew a brief, wry smile, wishing she could cover her face, and sighed deeply. ... On the Suonia Sea, within the captain's chamber, carefully protected. Ajlé awoke to find no change around him, as though nothing at all had happened. He sighed, murmuring to himself, "An ancient being, then?" — The concept of a "seer" varies from person to person, and no one can definitively say another is wrong. Thus, Caine has no clear idea of what kind of "seer" best meets the needs of "pharmacy"—he can only refine and determine it through repeated practice!