He was recognized! Kaine was startled, nearly entering combat mode right away. Even without activating his spiritual sight, he could verify from Emlyn White's tone and words that he hadn't been lying—he was confident, absolutely certain. As the tension began to build, Kaine suddenly asked himself a question: Why should he be concerned about this? Then, in his mind, he answered his own query: Well, recognized or not, the situation has changed significantly since two months ago. When I was before the official observers, I had been flustered and scrambling—especially over the incident involving Ambassador Beckland—hurrying to grasp every available lead. During that time, I had even come into contact with the extraordinary circles and possibly transitioned into an extraordinary being. Therefore, even if my extraordinary status were revealed, the observers wouldn't dig deeply or probe too far into my past. Moreover, Detective Aysing Stanton is likely a remarkable individual, maintaining good relations with the police department and official institutions. He had previously hinted that I might be of the same kind, gently drawing me into his circle—thus, I can be considered a peripheral figure within the official structure. Should anything truly go wrong, I wouldn’t necessarily be arrested. More importantly, my current public image has become deeply rooted; I am no longer afraid of being photographed with an arrest warrant. Should circumstances shift, I can simply step away from my identity as the resident at 15 Minsk Street and that of Sherlock Moriarty. So, what should I be worried about? Indeed, before I arrived, I had consulted my oracle, and the message was clear: danger was almost entirely absent. As the thought passed through him, the slight contraction in his pupils, the subtle change in his complexion, and the readiness in his posture all softened, as if he were merely discussing the weather today. Observing his composed demeanor, Emlyn White raised an eyebrow, took a few steps aside, slipped past him, and settled slowly into the chair beside him. The vampire gazed ahead at the bishop, Utravskiy, who was guiding the faithful through the Eucharistic service, and said, "Detective, won't you be afraid that I'll go to the police and shout that you're extraordinary?" Cain looked forward as well, without turning his head: "I'll go with you and shout right out that you're a vampire!" Come on, let's hurt each other! Who's afraid of whom! Emlyn White's expression stiffened slightly, and he raised his right index finger, saying, "House of the Blood, noble House of the Blood! Do you understand?" Before Cain could speak, seeing that Utravskiy was fully absorbed in the Eucharistic service, Emlyn White chuckled softly and added, "Whatever happens, I'm finally free. I've pretended to yield, telling that old man that I'm willing to convert to the Earth Mother and deeply repent of my past actions—though I'm not sure what exactly I've done wrong—still, I managed to make it look convincing." "That old man竟然 just believed it and was so delighted—he immediately released me and appointed me as a priest here, telling me that if I could memorize the entire sacred canon of the Earth Mother Church, I could return home. 'Hah! What a fool—he's so full of muscle and so devout that he's practically deluded! How easy it is to fool someone like that!' But how easy is that? Klein turned to the proud vampire, then looked ahead and said: 'Father Utravsky was once a pirate, having killed more people than your father has ever saved. Pirates, in general, don't trust one another—they're full of deceit and betrayal. To have been a successful pirate who remained alive over the years, Father Utravsky might not have been particularly clever, but he certainly wasn't easy to deceive." "Seeing Emlyn White look unconvinced and ready to object, he gently stroked the tip of his walking cane and added with quiet assurance: 'Father holds a powerful sealing object known as the "Heart-Plagued Candle." It allows the holder to enter the deepest recesses of a target's mind, where no one can lie.' 'And this is only one of its functions—its other abilities, I honestly don't know.' Emlyn gradually grew still, his gaze slowly losing focus. After several seconds, he spoke in a pale, hushed tone: 'When I said I was willing to change my faith, that old man brought in a lantern—inside it was a candle, which I hadn't really paid attention to at the time...' Cradling his head gently, Crayn looked at Emlyn White with compassion: 'Perhaps Father Utravský used it to plant subtle suggestions in you, gradually and completely transforming your belief into genuine devotion to the Earth Mother.' Emlyn tugged at his lips, revealing a smile as lifeless as that of a corpse: "I feel absolutely nothing. It's not at all what you've described. Moreover, haven't my parents just arrived? They can accuse the priest of forcibly detaining me, forcing him to choose between his reputation within the Mother Earth Church and my release. Isn't that a splendid strategy?" "He's a truly devout man—he never breaks his promises!" Kline didn't turn around, just smiled and said, "I visited 48 Riverbend Drive; your parents have already moved out." "Certainly. They won't only move—they'll relocate to a place I never even knew existed." Emlin White replied without hesitation. Kline added with a relaxed tone, "They moved in such a hurry that many things were left behind—like the ones in your room." Emlin White's expression instantly became dramatic; he opened his mouth in surprise, suddenly stood up, pushed through Kline, and rushed toward Bishop Utrovsky at the front of the Life Saint Emblem. "Father! Bishop! I need to go home! I need to go home! I need to go home!" Emlin shouted loudly. Seeing that some faithful members still hadn't completed their communion, Bishop Utrovsky said nothing, merely gazing calmly at the distressed vampire. Emlyn suddenly fell silent, growing increasingly anxious. Klein smiled, rose to his feet, took up his staff and hat, and strolled along the corridor toward the front of the church's prayer hall. When the Eucharistic service concluded, he approached Father Utravsky beside the altar, speaking seriously: "Your Grace, I don't know why you've kept Emlyn here, nor do I care to know—what I do know is that his parents have entrusted me with bringing him back." If this towering priest easily agrees to my request, then only then will Emlyn's vampire status be confirmed—no, from today on, he will certainly detest candles. Better still, let us hold a moment of silence. Klein thought to himself. Father Utravsky looked down at them, his expression gentle, and replied: "Emlyn can return home at any time." ...Klein glanced at Emlyn White, then raised his right hand and touched his chest. He had intended to gently tap four times in a clockwise motion to summon the Crimson Moon, but in the end, he forced himself to draw the Triangular Holy Emblem instead. Emlyn grew increasingly uneasy under his gaze, saying nothing, and simply strode straight toward the church door, leaving without a hitch. Caine followed at a steady pace behind, neither hurried nor rushed. After walking with a near-light-footed rhythm, Emlyn suddenly slowed down, his expression stunned. "I'm beginning to miss the Harvest Church," he said, "the feeling of reciting the sacred texts, the life of the Holy Emblem—of simply doing the cleaning and tidying, just for an hour, just an hour..." That suggests even more "cruel" than I expected. No matter where this vampire goes, he must return to the Harvest Church every day and report in, working a mandatory hour? Actually, it wasn't too bad—At least, they hadn't forced a change in Emlyn's faith through subtle suggestions. They had treated him with a certain respect. Why would I use the word "respect"... That candle is called "Heart's Nightmare," said to have come from a great dragon. The audience must have been quite terrifying. Caine tapped his staff. "Do I need to remind you of anything else?" "No!" Emlyn's face twisted, and he spoke with growing anger. "I'll fight against this feeling! I'm moving to the Sea of the West, to Fyresk. I don't believe I'll ever come back to Baelen if I leave the region!" He clenched his teeth, then exhaled sharply. "We'll take the carriage back to the River Road." "Very well," Caine replied indifferently. After walking a few steps, Emlyn stopped a rented carriage. As he was about to enter the vehicle, his silhouette stiffened for a brief moment, then he spoke very softly, almost too quietly for Caine to hear: "I don't have any money." "I do." Klein smiled and spoke. Emlyn fell silent and entered the carriage. Klein sat across from him. As the carriage began to move, he seemed to be thinking, and asked, "Your father is a physician? Does he have an exceptional skill in potion-making?" Though Emlyn was listless, he habitually raised his chin. "That's our houseblood talent. The very best potion masters are from our bloodline!" "Ah," Klein murmured, lost in thought. Emlyn remained silent for a moment, then said, "Don't forget to write to your friends. Tell them I've returned to the Road of the Riverlands. My parents will be coming to see me." "Done," Klein replied simply. Nearly twenty minutes later, the carriage entered the Road of the Riverlands and stopped in front of the house number 48. After paying for the fare, Klein stepped down from the carriage and saw Emlyn White gazing toward the direction of the bedroom, his expression now unusually animated. This vampire restrained his emotions, bowed deeply to Caine, placing his hand against his chest: "Regardless of what happens, I must thank you." Caine immediately smiled. "You're welcome. I'll claim your reward and the fare for the ride. Additionally, you'll need to prepare a special potion to treat a patient of mine. That will be your family's due payment."