Reflecting on the recent major events, "The Hanged Man" Emlyn quickly identified the outbreak of the severe smog and the plague, speculating that the lady across the way must have been referring to this. Yet, I heard it was actually a desperate "Magical Lady" striving for promotion that triggered the situation. Moreover, the Storm Church responded swiftly, summoning gales that dispersed everything—how can this be considered a triumph by "The Fool" Mr. Beckett? With a strong backing from his people, Emlyn remains well-informed, and when compared side by side, he finds himself both astonished and puzzled. Though he has always been proud and reluctant to invest his thoughts in social interactions, he still feels an instinctive awe when faced with a hidden presence addressed as "Him," hesitating to ask questions outright and instead choosing to listen quietly first. "The Hanged Man" Aljer, even while drifting at sea, received news of the Beckett smog crisis and is deeply intrigued by its hidden secrets and underlying truths, firmly believing it must involve a struggle among the divine beings—after all, it has drawn the attention of "The Fool" Mr. Beckett! While waiting for updates, she can inquire about the "Justice" lady—though she may not be fully aware either, as her position limits her access to many detailed realities. After all, she's deeply curious, and with this initial spark, she'll surely seek answers from the " Fool" gentleman, hoping to have the opportunity to listen in. With this thought, Aljere glanced at the "Sun," who remained calm and composed, steady and grounded—knowing that he and the Silver City exploration team had already broken free from their cyclical fate. Likewise, "Justice" Odile read in the "Sun's" demeanor the smooth progress of their efforts, and quietly exhaled, preparing to learn more about the details later. After a formal bow to the "Fool," she thanked the "World," expressing gratitude for this seemingly unimpressive Tarot member who had issued an early warning: "…Mr. World, had it not been for your timely alert, perhaps hundreds of thousands in Beckland would have perished during this severe smog episode." "In fact, it also saved me," said Kline, his voice rough with the strain of the world. He spoke sincerely, without a single hint of performance, because had it not been for the timely notification to the Lady Justice, and through her reminder to the Church of the Night Goddess, the powerful figure who had erased Mr. A would not have arrived so promptly—and himself might not have lasted much longer. If consumed by Mr. A, perhaps he would never have been revived at all. Kline thought with relief. Mr. A's consumption was truly a devouring one. Then, leaning back against the chair as the Fool, he smiled gently and replied, "I merely offered a modest contribution." "No," he said, "your followers truly saved Bekland. Their contribution was the greatest of all." "Justice," Audrey praised sincerely, "his reminders prepared the goddess, the Church of the Goddess of Night, to promptly eliminate the despairing sorceress, prevent the awakening of the 'Primordial Sorceress,' and keep the great smog pollution within manageable bounds. Moreover, he directly disrupted the Aurora Society's ritual, once again blocking the 'True Creator' from manifesting within the real world." For providing the most crucial information, Audrey received consistent praise from the Count and Countess, who did not withhold the results of their investigation or the details they had uncovered. Of course, they also expressed their hopes as parents, wishing that their daughter remain only loosely connected to the secretive organization, operate within the outer circles, gather some information, and maintain her strength at or below Sequence 7. The 'Primordial Sorceress' seeks to awaken... the 'True Creator' strives to manifest... what exactly has happened in Becland? At the same time, Algier, the "Hanged Man," and Emlin, the "Moon," reacted identically, though their expressions differed: Algier merely lifted his eyelids slightly, contracted his pupils, and unconsciously tilted his seat a bit, while Emlin seemed as though he were about to leap up. Mother goddess, no—Moon above, when had Beckland become so dangerous? Two of the deities of evil appearing during a single smog event! Could it be that the young lady was merely deceiving us? Though the "Knight of the Fool" might be considered a divine presence, it was impossible for him to offend two deities of equal standing at once. Could it be that the "He" was actually an incarnation of one of the true gods? Or perhaps there was an alliance among the gods behind the scenes? That is precisely why the Primordial sent me to pray to Him. The more Emlin pondered, the faster his heart beat, yet he could not secure confirmation. ——The fact that the vampires are known as "bloodsuckers" does not mean they lack a heartbeat; rather, their hearts beat more slowly. Indeed, the heart itself remains one of the vampires' most critical vulnerabilities No wonder it has drawn the attention of the Sir of the Fool... yet, what benefit could it possibly derive from disrupting the邪神's schemes? Alje, the Knight of the Hangings, exhaled a quiet sigh. As for Vorth, the Mage of the Magician, she was both astonished and deeply apprehensive—never having imagined that behind the terrifying, life-devouring smog that had already claimed tens of thousands of lives lay an even more dreadful truth. If it were not halted in time, the entire Beckland would be destroyed, and neither I nor Hugh would survive... Vorth struggled to swallow a lump in her throat. Her own feelings mirrored Odile's. Through this very event, the noble young lady had come to realize clearly that the life she once thought secure, tranquil, and stable—was, in the constant interplay among the deities, no more than a fragile soap bubble, easily shattered by even the slightest disturbance. In other words, the very existence of the kingdom, of human society, rested upon a delicate balance among the gods, a balance that was extraordinarily fragile. With every such realization, Odile felt a deepening sense of melancholy. It warmed Klein to see someone who remembered and acknowledged his contributions. He smiled and said, "Unfortunately, he has had to leave Beckland as a result." Has the attendant of the "Fool" temporarily departed Beckland? "Justice" Audrey rose again, bowed sincerely, and said, "Please convey my gratitude to him." Klein maintained his composure, said nothing, but nodded. At that moment, Audrey added, "I'm sorry, but due to the ongoing clean-up operations by the three churches and the military, I haven't been able to obtain the subsequent entries from the Rosel diary. Could you please wait another week?" "Certainly," Klein replied calmly and without any change in tone. Hearing their conversation, the "Magician" Folsen suddenly woke up, and quickly turned his gaze toward the head of the bronze long table: "Respected Sir Fool, I have received three pages of the Rosel diary." "Very good. The more members and channels we have, the faster things grow—like a snowball rolling downhill... Kline nodded gently. "Excellent." The Roseriel Diary? "Monsieur Emlyn, the Moon," felt as though he had just heard something truly remarkable. With a look of curiosity, Folshe manifested three pages of the diary and passed them to the Sir of the Fool. Only now did Kline remember to mention one of the vampires he had overlooked, smiling warmly as he introduced him. "This is our new member, Monsieur Emlyn, the Moon. This gathering is called the Tarot Circle, and they are—..." "I thought that the 'Moon' card would be chosen by a lady," said Odile of Justice, offering a polite greeting while easing her thoughts with a sense of relief. Similarly, Emlin was also speculating whether members like "The Hanged Man" and "Justice" were human or extraordinary beings, what path they belonged to, at which sequence level, which organization they were part of, and how friendly they were to the vampire house. Klein didn't pay much attention to their mutual glances, instead turning his gaze to the journal in his hands: "February 11th. Today I learned a secret of the Thrain family—hah, hah, I can't stop laughing! Hah, hah! It turns out that their 'Hunter' path undergoes a transformation at Sequence 4: men remain men, while women become men! That's why none of the high-sequence Thrain family members I've encountered are female—the 'Iron Knight' truly is a stalwart man of iron! Hah, hah! If only this secret had been revealed more subtly, I'd be sure to use it to mock Florent next—he resembles one of the Thrain ancestors, who might have been a woman originally! What a pity for this potion! I hope that after reaching a high rank in the "Generalist" sequence, there won't be any unusual changes—because I don't want one day to suddenly realize that either I can't advance, or I have to become a woman. The very first thought that flashed through Caine's mind upon reading this journal was: Great Emperor, you won't become a woman yourself, but you've been with at least one, perhaps more, female sorceresses... "Indeed, there is a path for women to become men, and among the ones I anticipated—'The Hunter' symbolizes war and causes a woman's transformation at Sequence 4. That's odd, though. The path of the sorceress is traditionally associated with Sequence 7, 'The Witch,' yet there's no strict correspondence here." Caine grew increasingly aware of a sense of distortion and madness, born from such extreme asymmetry. Could it be that the very foundation of this world's logic is inherently chaotic, twisted, erratic, and asymmetric? He struggled to keep his expression composed, not letting a furrow of concern appear. "February 12th—no, as soon as I see Florent, I can't help but laugh. Hah! "On the 15th of February, the improved artillery design I conceived and oversaw was finally completed. While the results fell slightly short of my expectations, the overall performance is satisfactory. With this new model and its mass production, I will now demonstrate to this world and this era the true essence of advanced tactics! To celebrate, I have decided to host a banquet, inviting those who have long looked down upon me—get ready to be thoroughly humiliated!" The Emperor truly cannot tolerate grievances that carry over night after night... While marveling at this, Caine turned to the second page of his journal: "On the 5th of May, that indescribable organization once again convened its members. Each time, I am struck by the way they gather their members—what a miracle, no, a divine miracle." After my earlier observations, I raised a few questions at this gathering—such as why all the names associated with the sequences of zeros on the "Sacred Stone" carry a sufficiently noble tone, except for "Red Priest," which seems distinctive and less grand. The elderly gentleman sitting beside me explained that "Red" refers to the red of war, and that "Priest" signifies a priest who embodies the essence of strength. "Some people objected," he said, believing that the "Red Priest" refers specifically to the priest of the original Creator. I leaned toward his interpretation, so I quietly asked him his name, as I wasn't familiar with the identities of any of the members here—indeed, I only knew a few of them. "He smiled warmly and replied that his name was Hermes. 'Hermes?' I asked. 'The Hermes who created the ancient Hermes language? The founder of human esotericism, Hermes?'