Audrey simply mentioned the old song, without retelling its specific content, for fear that the well-informed "Wise One" lady might deduce the exact region. She only described how the song inspired her, enabling her to stay awake and lucid through "mental suggestion," thus beginning a truly fantastical journey. Mental suggestion? Did she really know how to apply mental suggestion? Then she must be a Sequence 7 "Psychologist." Gardelica, the "Wise One," made this judgment habitually, yet immediately found herself deeply puzzled: "Why then would she need the extraordinary trait of a 'Psychologist'? The effects are limited with repeated consumption, prone to instability, and can hinder the digestion of the potion. "To craft magical items? But that would overlap with her inherent abilities, offering little practical value. "To give as a gift?" Cadry speculated that Audrey had, through a series of disordered dreams, reached the edge of her own consciousness, then, using the "embodiment method" learned from the "Knight of Pentacles," constructed a staircase that gradually descended into the underwater ice-peak of her unconscious mind. She did not elaborate on the various luminous points she had encountered, as those revealed secrets she was either reluctant or shy to share. Instead, she emphasized the profound sense of solitude, of prolonged duration without clear direction, and of being surrounded by a hazy atmosphere that seemed to hide countless creatures—feelings of extreme pressure that repeatedly brought her emotional strength to the brink of collapse, and only through her extraordinary inner resilience did she manage to sustain herself, ultimately arriving at the ethereal ocean formed by the collective unconscious of living beings. The imprint of memories from early human ancestors, the reflections and spread of various consciousnesses of surrounding organisms, unfolded in Audrey’s voice with clear, unhurried precision, and then settled into the image of a great dragon soaring over the vast sea of collective unconscious—its scales like gray stone. Could there actually be a great dragon living within the ocean of collective unconsciousness? What a magical and splendid journey! Though Miss Justice encountered no enemies or perils, this still leaves me with a sense of enchantment… Suddenly, Fols’ mind flashed with a book title: *Miss Justice’s Dream Journeys*. At the close of the narrative, Miss Justice looked around and said: "Ladies and gentlemen, what do you think? Should we believe that the dragon’s 'miraculous city,' Leviathid, also lies embedded within this sea of collective unconsciousness? If I wish to continue exploring, what should I pay attention to? What preparations should I make?" "Person of the Pendulum" Alje glanced at "The Hermit," then said after a moment's pause: "I don't believe you should continue exploring. This would be extremely risky. According to records, the vast majority of dragons are flesh-and-blood beings, including Mind Dragons. The fact that your dragon can survive and thrive within the supposed ocean of collective unconsciousness indicates it possesses a sufficiently high sequence—perhaps even reaching a semi-divine level. 'Until your sequence reaches five, you need not consider this aspect at all.'" "And that is the collective unconscious ocean of all beings—not merely humans. Perhaps certain spirits, certain deities, certain terrifying entities also dwell there, like immense vortices capable of swallowing ships. 'Before you truly acquire the extraordinary ability to walk upon this ocean of collective unconsciousness, do not venture too deeply.' With a sense of disappointment, yet having to concede that the 'Turner' gentleman and the 'Hermit' lady were both sincere and persuasive, Audrey, full of hope for 'Justice,' found herself silent. She took a quiet breath, and in her mind murmured to herself: 'Audrey, don't be impetuous—wait until you reach Sequence 5 before attempting!' She completely failed to consider just how difficult it would be to achieve Sequence 5; at that level, even competing with the seven great naval commanders for a spot, or even expanding the number from seven to eight, would be no small feat." In Audrey’s view, with the presence of the "Knight" and the Tarot circle, she only needed to remain cautious, calm, and avoid hasty risks—within a year or two, she should be able to smoothly reach that level. The only difficult door to open was the one of the half-god, half-human figure! The "Hermit" lady was clearly well-informed and deeply learned. With a final glimmer of hope, Audrey, the "Justice," turned her gaze toward the "Knight" gentleman seated at the very head of the bronze long table, hoping that this divine presence would offer advice distinct from that of the "Hanged Man" gentleman and the "Hermit" lady. Don’t look at me—I don’t understand! Klein made every effort to keep his eyes steady. His understanding of conscious, unconscious, and collective unconscious remained confined to the theoretical framework described by the medium Dali. Until now, whenever his dreams were invaded and he regained awareness, he had never thought to explore the world beyond dreams—how could he possibly offer any advice to Miss Justice? In fact, he had a natural idea about it, but it remained unverified—uncertain whether it would actually work. In past instances, when uncertain, he could still offer vague, indirect suggestions. But now, with Lady嘉德丽雅, the "Star Above," observing him closely, every word he spoke carried the risk of being wrong, and silence risked being equally unproductive. Truly, a daunting experience for a new member. "The Fool" Kline sighed quietly, internally, without speaking, maintaining a gently smiling gaze. If he weren't floating above the gray mist in a spiritual form, he doubted he could sustain such demanding performance without muscle spasms around his eyes. "The Fool" had offered no suggestion—Odile, slightly disheartened, withdrew her gaze, no longer imagining herself swiftly exploring the collective unconscious. At that moment, the "Moon" Emlyn, already eager, cleared her throat and said: "I have carefully studied the history passed down among our vampire lineage..." Indeed, the vampire lineage is nothing short of a vampire... It's truly the Earth Mother Church's tradition to cultivate vampires and convert them into members. The "Hermit" Gardeleia appeared to be listening intently, nodding thoughtfully. Meanwhile, she sensed that her own understanding might need to be revised: "The 'Moon' has openly stated her identity. Does this imply that the 'Ace of Wands' holds considerable influence externally, so that members feel no fear of revealing information? Perhaps I don't need to conceal my own situation completely anymore." Emlyn paused, turned her head toward the "Sun," and raised her chin: "Before the Great Cataclysm, there was no Silver City—only the Land of Silver!" "If someone else had raised such a question, 'Sun' Deric would have eagerly jumped in, clearly stating that the people of Silver City were descendants of the Silver Kingdom, thus proving his honesty. But glancing at 'Moon'先生 and sensing his pride and satisfaction, Deric turned his head away, choosing not to explain. Why should he explain to this arrogant, dismissive vampire who doesn't recognize the historical significance of Silver City? He thought to himself, quietly. From his reaction, Emlin concluded that Silver City indeed had a connection to the Silver Kingdom. He then gave a short, dismissive sigh: "The original faith of the Silver Kingdom wasn't centered on King Olmire, but rather on his queen, Ombéla." Ombéla? Deric turned back, exclaiming immediately: "Our records in Silver City don't mention this at all. We have no record of a queen of the giants named Ombéla." Emlin immediately chuckled, spreading his hands: "So, I'm saying your Silver City's history has gaps and omissions—does that make sense?" "It's obvious that the history of the vampire lineage you've recorded contains errors." ...circumventing everything just to prove this point... Should I say you're logically sound, or simply rather resentful? Kline suppressed a smile, making sure not to glance at Emlyn White. The dispute between "the Moon" and "the Sun" had yielded several revelations, including the name of the giant queen, Omibeira. As "the Sun," Deric was about to object to "the Moon" when he heard "the Hidden One" speak: "Omibeira was the 'Goddess of Abundance' of the Second Age and queen of the Giant Court. It is said that she fell during the close of the Second Age, though this has never been confirmed, as no one has seen her body or her relics." Indeed, the Goddess of Abundance is named Omibeira... Deric stood stunned. He wanted to object, yet found himself unable to speak, as this very fact confirmed that the history of the Silver City had many significant omissions, leaving him feeling rather frustrated. Emlyn, the Moon, felt an immediate sense of ease and comfort, with a deep, rising joy emanating from within. After further conversation, the Tarot gathering drew to a close. Kline smiled gently and said, "Everyone, see you next week." "In accordance with your will," Audrey, the Justice, rose immediately to bow. The others followed suit without delay, including Gauthier, the Hermit. ………… Back in reality, Gauthier, the Star above, glanced at the broken astrolabe resting on her desk and reflected thoughtfully on what had transpired during the gathering. Certain details convinced her that the Tarot session had far-reaching implications and was anything but simple. The figure of the Fool, hidden deep within the gray mist, appeared as a presence watching the world from behind a dense veil of shadows—difficult to see, hard to comprehend, and seemingly orchestrating something profound. Gauthier remained silent for several seconds, then took out a notebook and carefully wrote: "Recently, someone has been deliberately gathering the Emperor's journal entries." She dared not mention the Tarot Circle in the letter, nor reveal a single clue, fearing punishment from the "Knight of Cups." Instead, she drew subtle reminders from everyday observations. After writing and folding the letter neatly, she produced a delicate, golden-hued wind instrument she always carried, placed it to her lips, and blew a single note. In the span of just two blinks, she watched the letter mysteriously vanish. Even without her glasses, she failed to notice the arrival of the messenger. Huffing softly, Gauthier murmured, touching her forehead, and spoke without sound: "Being present at the gathering under the watch of a deity truly feels overwhelming." "...With the 'Star' joining, I—this 'Knight of Cups'—am feeling quite pressed," Caine rubbed his temple, and stepped directly back into the real world. He intended to test the inspiration he had gathered from the 'Justice' lady's exploration of dreams.