Daniz's concerns didn't materialize. Klein merely glanced at him and walked into the bedroom to prepare for rest. Throughout the five-hour voyage on the passenger ship, his mind had remained highly alert; last night he had been disturbed and hadn't slept well, so he now felt a bit weary. With a solid thud, Klein closed the bedroom door. Huff... Phew! Daniz instantly relaxed and sank into the armchair. Just moments before, vivid images of himself transforming into a pound sterling had flashed through his mind, one after another, refusing to fade. After a brief period of calm, Daniz, who had spent the night socializing in the bar before returning to the hotel, drifted off to sleep again, dreaming of the captain rescuing him—only to find himself captured instead by Germán Sparrow, thus adding a new maid to the adventurous man's household. As Daniz remained furious yet unable to protest, about to awaken, he suddenly noticed the blurry scenes around him sharpening and settling firmly into the luxurious suite of the "Blue Wind" Hotel. Dun, dun, dun. Danius heard a steady, measured knock at the door. Wasn't I dreaming? With this doubt in mind, he walked to the door and turned the handle. As the door opened wider, he saw a familiar figure. It was a beautiful woman with an oval face, a high, straight nose, thin lips, and eyes of a clear, fresh blue—like a clear spring stream. Her brown hair was parted down the middle and simply tied at the back in a neat, refined knot, flowing smoothly downward. She wore no hat, but a cream-colored jacket with a wide, palm-sized lace motif at the neckline, spreading elegantly down. Paired with the jacket was a deep-colored knee-length skirt, its folds gently gathered and slightly full, and she wore brown leather boots that matched her hair. "Captain!" Danius exclaimed in surprise. He quickly realized what was happening and immediately turned, assuming a defensive posture toward the direction of Captain Garman Sparrow's bedroom: "Beware!" Hurry! There's a madman looking for you—he's got a terrifying organization behind him! As Daniz poured out his passion, his own captain said calmly, "This is a dream." A dream... Yes, I'm dreaming—what's there to be afraid of? Daniz glanced around, folded his arms, and while turning, stepped backward. "Captain, have you simulated the ability of 'nightmare'? No—that was you last week, near Sunia Island." Sunia Island is the largest island in this region, and the origin of the Sunia Sea—almost a small continent. It was once the last settlement of the elves after the great catastrophe, but over time, plagued by various factors, the ancient noble race has gradually faded, with only occasional, scattered appearances proving they haven't completely vanished. At the end of the Quaternary period, the Kingdom of Run occupied the island, but during the "Twenty-Year War," they suffered a decisive defeat, ceding the island of Sunia to the Fsaq Empire—a loss that has now stood for over seven hundred years. Sunia lies northwest-north of the Rosted Archipelago, and it takes nearly fifteen days by ship to reach it. Last week, Edwena Edwards, the "Captain" known for her commanding presence, could not have arrived in Bayam this week unless she could fly or utilize interdimensional travel. The beautiful lady referred to as the captain by Daniz nodded. "We have just entered the Rosted waters, at a distance of 1,000 nautical miles from Bayam." That is, there are still three or four days left? That makes perfect sense. Daniz remarked curiously. "Shouldn't this be beyond the 'Nightmare' zone?" And, in fact, well beyond—his thoughts added. "Adewenna, the Commander of the Ice Mountain," entered the room and walked toward the table and chairs: "It's not a 'Nightmare'—it's a secret ritual magic, using certain items you left behind on the ship, allowing someone far away to enter your dreams..." Listening to the captain's precise explanation, Daniz instantly felt as though he were stepping back onto the *Golden Dream*, beginning a new lesson. I'd never heard of such a ritual magic before... After all, the captain mastered many strange and rare forms of magic and wizardry—no one could quite determine how much knowledge she actually possessed. She once mentioned her sequence title was 'Master of Secret Arts.' Ah, if I had known earlier that she had such 'secret arts,' I wouldn't have worried at all about how to inform her of Baym's developments... Daniz's thoughts raced, interrupting Adewenna's description: "Captain, have you noticed an issue with the communication points here?" "Yes, this is another kind of art..." Edwenna seemed inclined to provide a detailed account of the specific methods. Daniz, noticing this, sighed with relief: "Poor old Linne and the others..." Edwenna then stopped, turned her back to the window, and asked simply: "What happened?" "This needs to begin with Damir Port," Daniz said, feeling a surge of energy as if the long-suppressed tension had finally found release. He described in a somewhat verbose manner his attempts to attract Germain Sparo, only to find him utterly mad, exaggerating his harrowing experiences aboard the 'White Aquamarine.' Following the outline he had prepared last night, he recounted in full the eerie and suspenseful events in Banxi Port, the ambush and elimination orchestrated by the steel-willed McVitt, the subsequent counteroffensive and pursuit after uniting with Germain Sparo, and carefully outlined his own speculations about Germain Sparo's abilities and background—particularly the 'creeping hunger' and the hidden, powerful organization behind him. Throughout this process, he made every effort to restore the truth, slightly exaggerating his own contributions and elevating his status from servant or attendant to that of an assistant and collaborator. "Admiral of the Ice Mountain" Edwenna listened quietly throughout, never interrupting, and finally gave a gentle nod: "He has no malice." He? Garmen Sparrow has no malice? Danyz quickly interjected: "Captain, regardless of what else, he's a dangerous man! "Are you certain he has no malice?" "Not certain," Edwenna replied calmly. "…Then what did you just say?" Danyz breathed silently, realizing that the captain, much like Garmen Sparrow, was someone who simply couldn't be engaged in a proper conversation. "Admiral of the Ice Mountain" Edwenna spoke without any change in expression: "That was my assessment and judgment." “….” Danyz rubbed his temple with his right hand. "In short, he's very dangerous—he has a hidden organization behind him, unaware of the situation. Captain, I believe you shouldn't risk exchanging words with him, even if he claims to have questions." Edwenna thought for a moment and replied, "No need to risk it. I can communicate with him through you." Danyz exhaled in relief, then asked curiously and with anticipation, "Captain, how? Or, how can I assist you?" Edwenna raised her right hand, and in the dream, a stand and a blackboard materialized. "You'll need to perform a ritual." "It's called the 'Descending of Spirits' ritual. It allows my spirit to traverse the spirit realm, attach itself to your body, and engage in direct conversation with Germaine Sparrow. For beings below the status of half-gods, its effective range does not exceed 500 nautical miles." "It involves reason and communication, falling under the domain of the gods of knowledge and wisdom. You must inscribe corresponding symbolic representations and magical sigils." "In esoteric traditions, the blue star corresponds to the gods of knowledge and wisdom, and materials such as mercury, bronze, lavender, black pepper, and mint are required." "The blue star corresponds to Saturday—specifically, from Friday's midnight to 1 a.m., and from Saturday's 11 a.m. to 12 p.m." Edwena explained while writing down the key points on the blackboard. Daniz instinctively settled into his seat, adopting a focused listening posture. As she continued speaking, he suddenly felt a growing sense of bewilderment: Why do I need to study even in my dreams? ... In the bedroom, Klein, who had just been asleep, suddenly awoke, vaguely sensing something significant. He rolled over and sat up, leaning slightly to listen. He found that Daniz, though still snoring, was now breathing more calmly than before. This wasn't unusual at all—yet for a seasoned esotericist like Celine, who had witnessed countless such occurrences, it was sufficiently at odds with expectation. He moved quietly, approaching the door separating the bedroom from the living room, grasped the handle, and turned it slowly. Without a sound, Celine stepped out of the bedroom and saw Daniz lying in the armchair, sleeping soundly, with everything else unchanged. Celine then gently activated his spiritual sight to examine the "Flame," but found no anomalies—neither in aura color nor emotional state—everything remained within normal bounds. After observing closely, he furrowed his brows slightly, reached out, and pulled out a silver talisman. "An Amulet of Dreams!" ... In the dream, Daniz sat with a wan, bitter expression, diligently learning the "Invocation Ritual," utterly unconvinced that the captain before him was merely an impostor. Such a style, such a passion, such a talent—no one could fake it! At that moment, he heard the sound of the lock turning. Instinctively, Daniz turned toward the bedroom, where the door crept open wider, and Germán Sparrow stepped out, wearing only a white shirt, expression neutral. "You! How did you get out here!" Daniz leaped to his feet, stunned. He quickly regained his composure and stammered, "This—this is my dream!" Germán Sparrow just appeared out of nowhere! Kain inserted one hand into the pocket of his dark trousers, walked toward the woman facing away from the window, and responded in a low tone: "A spell." Then, he looked directly at the woman and asked with near-certainty, "Edwena Edwards?" "That dress and outfit seem a bit odd... neither quite like an adventurer nor a pirate, more like a woman who holds a respectable profession and lives independently... The style appears to have come from the Intis side... Klein found himself slightly uncomfortable with this thought. Edwena nodded gently and asked in turn, "Germán Sparrow?" "Good afternoon, madam," Klein offered a slight smile, placing a hand on his chest and bowing. Edwena nodded in return, "Good afternoon." Klein, maintaining his persona, remained silent, waiting for her to initiate the conversation about his purpose. ... He looked at Edwena. ... Edwena looked back at him. ... A quiet stillness unfolded in the dream for several minutes. Danzis glanced occasionally to the right and then to the left, feeling inexplicably as though this entire scene might truly be a dream.