"Are you?" Hearing the slightly surprised and puzzled female voice, Kline was startled, thinking he had been revealed as someone else. He quickly regained composure, for he had now transformed—first into the deceased "Admiral of the Storm," Zilings, within whom lay the adventurous explorer Germán Sparrow, within whom lay the great detective Sherlock Moriarty, and within Sherlock Moriarty himself was Kline Moretti. But that wasn't all—within Kline Moretti was Mr. The Fool, Zhou Mingrui. "It makes no sense that she could directly perceive my true essence, and how could she possibly recognize someone so ordinary as Kline Moretti? Even the 'Admiral of the Storm,' Zilings, wouldn't have caused such astonishment among the assistant hired by the 'Disease Girl' Tracie!" A sequence-5 pirate general, specifically summoned to protect him and fight enemies—someone at least a sequence-4 half-god... "So, does this point to Mr. Azk? Did the high-level sorceress recognize Mr. Azk—the one who disrupted the alliance between the royal family and Ins. Zangwiel in Beckland—and thus identify him as the current Mr. Azk, or perhaps a Mr. Azk from a past life?" Kline quickly organized his thoughts, remaining alert for any sudden attack from Tracy and her assistants, while simultaneously observing Mr. Azk's reactions. He wasn't surprised by the appearance of such a mysterious powerhouse—first, because Mr. Azk had already issued a warning, and second, because he believed Tracy, the "disease-stricken" leader, wasn't merely arrogant. Given that Tracy had nearly been assassinated, with her purpose and the forces behind it still unclear, she would likely have retreated, withdrawn from the Rosedale archipelago, and sought assistance from the higher echelons of the sorceress order. What he hadn't anticipated was how quickly the helper had arrived—seemingly right nearby, or perhaps with a magical item akin to that of a "traveler." Given the woman's feminine tone and gentle quality, Caine suspected she might be a demi-goddess. Azk stood on the thick carpet, hesitated for two seconds, and asked, "Do you know me?" That tone sounded so uncertain... Had the esteemed one once shared a life with a mage? No, he couldn't think of it that way—Caine first allowed his mind to wander, then sincerely regretted his thought. He noticed that Tracie, the "sickly one," too, was now visibly startled; her earlier confidence and composure had turned into genuine bewilderment. The soft, melodic voice continued to emanate from somewhere: "Of course I know you—you should know me too." Azk listened carefully, then shook his head and offered a wry smile. "I'm truly sorry, but I've repeatedly lost my memories, and I'm now on the journey to recover them." "If you could remind me and help me awaken more memories, I would be deeply grateful." Hearing their conversation, Tracy's initial astonishment and confusion gradually settled. She carefully glanced at Cline, only to be furrowed by the determined, storm-wind-like presence of his face. A soft, melodic voice sighed deeply: "It has been over 1,300 years since we last met. Back then, 'The Primordial' and 'Death' collaborated, bringing about the 'Pallor Plague' across the Northern Continent. You may have forgotten, but we once fought together against the saints and angels of the Church of the Night Goddess." I know this history—there it is in the Emperor Roscel's journal... Mr. Door mentioned that the original magical woman suffered a severe blow, and only recently has there been signs of her resurgence; the Death God himself fell directly, creating a furious sea that severed the northern and southern continents. The magical orders and the Death God's forces once collaborated—so it makes sense that this half-divine magical woman knows Mr. Azk, sigh, she's also a creature who has lived for at least fourteen centuries! Klein thought to himself, full of internal reflections. Yet then he found himself puzzled: he had always assumed that Mr. Azk had been struck down during a glance from Emperor Alistair Tord, the Blood Emperor, in the Four-King War, which caused him to gradually lose memories and forget his past. But the half-divine magical woman's account suggested otherwise—Mr. Azk not only survived the Four-King War, but also actively participated in the years-long White Plague calamity that followed, with no apparent setbacks in between. Mr. Azk closed his eyes, as if extracting memories from deep within. After a few seconds, he hesitated and asked, "Caterina Pelle? You—you are already the 'Immortal Witch'?" "It's nice that you still remember me. Back then, I could only be considered a novice compared to you." A figure slowly emerged beside the side of "The Illness-Bringer" Tracie. She wore a simple, pure white robe with high open sides, revealing flawless legs, her skin as white as snow and as fresh as a young girl's. The woman had black hair and blue eyes, delicate and refined, exuding a charm that was hard to describe. She looked at Azk Egers with a gentle smile and said, "Over a thousand years have passed, and yet we still get to meet—this alone is worthy of celebration. 'Mr. Death Magistrate' of the Bayron Empire." Mr. Azk is the 'Death Magistrate' of the Bayron Empire—wasn't that the name of the potion derived from the path of the 'Death God'? The "immortal enchantress" Caterina Pelle appears to be only in her thirties—graceful, dignified, and mature… wait, why am I thinking all this? Her captivating charm has reached such a level of delight that it's almost overwhelming. Caine quickly shifts his gaze, nearly relying on meditation to steady his emotions. Before Azk could speak, Caterina Pelle, in a voice as beautiful as a song, said: "I'm puzzled—why do you keep losing your memories? I remember this only occurs during the 'immortal' phase, where you die and are reborn every sixty years, forgetting your past each time. Yet you've long since advanced beyond this curse. What exactly happened to you during the final days of the 'White Plague'? "Heh, back then, the Seven Gods were divided, each pitted against one another. We all believed that 'Primordial' and 'Death God' would succeed. Who would have thought that the most proud Sun God would bend, and the most arrogant King would too? They soon united again. If it hadn't been for their timely promotion, I might have perished in the final days of that divine war. I think you've also sustained injuries—these wounds have shaped you into who you are today. Indeed, the fall of the Death God has been your greatest blow." Azk remained silent, his face gradually revealing a subtle expression of pain. "I... I can't recall..." It was only now that Caine realized that 'Immortal Maid' Katrina Pelle seemed familiar—she reminded him of the white-robed woman who had once guided Madame Xuelun toward the path of a mage. Suddenly, Katrina's gaze shifted, she glanced at Caine, and with a gentle smile, said to Azk, "Then, surely, you haven't forgotten the purpose of your visit today?" "I'm curious—why did he choose to assassinate Tracy? Was it for justice?" The glance from the "Immortal Woman" was poised and elegant, sweet and playful, reminiscent of a young girl from her early youth. Her features and demeanor perfectly embodied that youthful charm, with no awkwardness at all of a mature woman trying to appear young. To Klein, at that very moment, Caterina Pele seemed nothing short of a sixteen- or seventeen-year-old girl. She could flawlessly embody the charm of every stage of womanhood, with her skin condition and facial grace perfectly complementing it. Indeed, she deserved her title as the "Immortal Woman." Klein had already begun employing meditation techniques to counteract that indescribable allure. He turned his gaze directly to "The Girl with the Illness," Tracy: "Do you know the wealthy businessman Jimmy Nek?" Tracy opened her mouth, then closed it again, her expression slightly puzzled and embarrassed: "Who is he?" "You may not have heard of him." He had once collected a set of ancient documents related to the Death God, and he had died at the hands of "Admiral of the Storm," Zinglins. "Klein said, meeting Zinglins' gaze directly. Tracie's blue eyes narrowed slightly, first clouded with confusion, then brightened with anger. "You came for those documents?" Indeed, they had fallen into your hands—Klein judged this from the tone. "Yes," he replied calmly. Tracie breathed out slowly. "Where is Ilean? What have you done to her? I know she's still alive. If anything has happened to her, my spiritual intuition would have told me." Klein abandoned any tentative tone and answered directly. "She has returned to Intis. She is about to begin a new life." Tracie's expression darkened, a storm gathering in her eyes—her naval commander's presence fully revealed. Yet, a mere glance from Azk made her instantly clear-headed. She gently curved her lips, saying, "The documents unearthed from the royal mausoleum of the Baylang Empire indeed came into my hands. But I found them uninteresting—having simply turned over a few pages, I handed them over to the order. 'Hey, even when you succeeded in your assassination, you never managed to obtain them. I never really looked at them closely, nor could I recite their contents even with my spiritual attunement. Unfortunately, I held onto my own life. If only I had sacrificed it, I'm certain you'd have seen your disappointment—quite entertaining, wouldn't you think?'" As Klein finished speaking, he suddenly noticed something was off. He was clearly not playing Gelman Spalro anymore—why was he still speaking in his manner and style? Klein was startled, beginning to wonder if he had become too immersed in the role lately. Klein gathered his thoughts, turned to face the other person, and then glanced at the serene, ageless "Sister of Eternal Youth" Catriona. Though he had already made up his mind, he still felt a touch of hesitation. He glanced at Mr. Azk, who smiled gently, neither urging nor pressing. Klein looked away and stated simply: "I decline."