The window curtains were drawn tight, the wall lamps extinguished, and Audrey completed the necessary preparations as required by the "Mirror Divination." Of course, she hadn't特意 chosen a specific time, since requesting from the "Knight of Cups" didn't require such meticulous planning. Glancing at the candle before her and at the mirror reflecting both the flame and her own image, Audrey picked up a bottle of hydrosol with a mix of interest and slight apprehension, and gently dripped a small amount onto the yellowish flame. The fresh, delicate scent filled her nose, and unexpectedly, she found herself recalling the days when she was still merely a casual enthusiast of the esoteric arts. Back then, she too often made mistakes—she would forget to prepare essential oils or hydrosols to please the deities at crucial moments of the ritual, resorting instead to fragrances, and the results were invariably disappointing. In fact, according to the information revealed by the "Fool," even if I truly replaced this hydrosol with my own fragrance, He would still respond to me... Audrey took a gentle, slow breath, using "meditation" to fully calm herself. She knew that her earlier stream of uncontrolled thoughts was not her usual state—her slight expectations and nervousness had been amplified by the "Lies" necklace! Once centered, Audrey clasped her hands together, placed them gently over her mouth and nose as if in prayer, and began softly reciting: "The Fool not of this age; The Enigmatic Ruler above the gray mist; The King of Good Fortune, in yellow and black." ... The secret incantation gently resonated, echoing seven times. Afterward, Audrey noticed something subtle and indescribable had emerged in the surrounding dimness—something like an unseen current flowing beneath the surface of the water. Lifting her head, Audrey extended her right hand, gliding smoothly past the candle flame—steady and unshakable—then gently brushing the mirror surface from top to bottom. At this point, the "Mirror Divination" ritual was complete. Should a mysterious, unknown presence be intrigued, it would respond through the mirror. At this moment, Caine felt a mirror extending into his body and his eyes, enabling him to clearly see and interact with the real world even above the gray mist. Yes, clearly! Everything in his vision lost that hazy, blurred quality and appeared sharp and distinct within his eyes. His gaze suddenly froze for two seconds. Before him stood a young girl dressed in a pure white gown embroidered with golden lace; her long golden hair was loosely gathered, flowing smoothly and luminously over her shoulders. Her emerald eyes reflected the slightly pale flame, deep as the sea and as pure as the finest gemstone. Her features and facial structure combined to create a breathtaking beauty, exuding an elegant and pure grace. Caine, unexpectedly, shifted his gaze, feeling a touch of unease. I almost thought she was a high-tier sorceress. Fortunately, I remembered that "Justice" was a remarkable one through the "Observer" path, and thus couldn't have become a sorceress. The pure dew scent is quite nice—very distinctive. This subtle sense of awareness—the magical item crafted with the "Faceless" extraordinary trait—has been transformed into a necklace by "Justice" Miss. Caine's gaze settled on the magical item disguised as a diamond necklace. Then, he heard "Justice" Miss speak with genuine anticipation: "Mirror, mirror, tell me, where is the owner of this notebook?" Audrey knew she was consulting Mr. The Fool, but since she first heard the phrase "Mirror, mirror" as a child in the stories, she'd always wanted to say it aloud—now, at last, she had the opportunity. Previous failures aside, yes! Audrey gave herself a nod in her heart. Klein immediately turned his gaze to the black notebook resting between the candle and the "Justice" lady, discovering that his spiritual presence could now effortlessly extend through the mirror, as if grasping the divinatory medium with his hands. Above the gray mist, he swiftly wrote down the corresponding divinatory phrases: "This notebook belongs to the owner's fate." With one hand holding the notebook and the other holding the sheet of paper, Klein silently recited the words and then leaned back into his chair, quickly entering a deep meditative trance with the aid of meditation. Audrey kept her bright green eyes fixed and attentive upon the mirror, waiting for the response from the "Knight of Fools." After several seconds, she finally saw ripples form on the mirror's surface, spreading out like waves. Success! The "mirror divination method" truly worked! Audrey's eyes widened, reflecting the images that flashed within the mirror: A panoramic view of a countryside village! The scene grew closer, and the large dragon paintings on each building gradually became clearer. A church quickly filled the mirror's frame, then gave way to its attached cemetery. In the end, the scene settled on a single tombstone in the corner, its inscription blurred by sun, rain, and wind, so that only the name "Lindriela" remained faintly legible. At that moment, the mirror darkened suddenly, then returned to normal, once again reflecting Odile and the candle before her. Wasn't this the village known for its dragon-worshiping customs? The knight who kept notes, Lindriela, was one of them—having returned to his hometown after the defeat of the twenty-year war, until his death? Or had he been transported home as a corpse? Well… that village belongs to East Chester County, and so does Stone City. It’s quite natural that Professor Michelle’s notes originated there. Indeed, there does exist a great dragon dwelling in the collective unconscious of the people. Audrey thanked the "Knight of the Fool" warmly, concluding the mirror divination. Under the candlelight, she studied the notes for a while before ultimately deciding to submit them to the "Psychological Alchemy Society" and see what they could reveal—what insights or discoveries they might uncover. At least, I don’t currently have the strength to reach out to that great dragon of the mind; I’ll have to settle for this. Moreover, even if the "Psychological Alchemy Society" makes some discoveries and gains valuable insights, as I grow step by step and gain greater standing within the organization, those achievements will eventually become part of my own. Audrey’s mood quickly brightened again. ...Above the gray mist, Caine lightly tapped the edge of the bronze long table, drawing his own conclusion based on the previous statement from the "Justice" lady: the notebook mentioned a rural village connected to a great dragon, and dragons often signify treasure! Alas, the "Justice" lady's capabilities still fall short; otherwise, I would have encouraged her to embark on the exploration herself, seeking aid from the "Sea God" when challenges arose, and offering comprehensive support from all sides. Indeed, that would have been too dangerous for her—so for now, we must set it aside. Should the "Psychological Alchemy Circle" fail to identify the issue, we might revisit this endeavor later. Caine suppressed his sense of regret, reflecting on his recent experience with the "Mirror Divination." This method of divination is exceptionally effective for third parties, requiring almost no cost to connect with the real world. If I had wished, I could even have materialized as a spirit and stepped out directly from within the mirror! Yet for the user, it was indeed extremely dangerous—exposed without protection to the unknown and mysterious "eyes" watching, thereby being possessed, manipulated, cursed, and contaminated... Kline sighed deeply, genuinely moved by this. He need not worry that the "Justice" lady would misuse the "Mirror Divination," for she had her very best and safest means of inquiry—no need to seek elsewhere. Indeed, it was me! Kline withdrew his fingers, sat at the head of the bronze long table, and remained quietly for twenty or thirty seconds. Soon, he returned to the real world, not lingering any longer, for he was aboard the "Future," constantly under the watchful gaze of those both overt and subtle. After leaving the bathroom, gathering up the Azkai bronze whistle and the paper crane from Will. O'Connell, Kline glanced out toward the dark, cloud-covered red moon, and thought quietly for a while. He donned his half-high silk hat, opened the door, and stepped onto the corridor. After taking a few more steps, Caine deliberately slowed his pace, glancing with the corner of his eye toward the first room on his left. He judged that the enigmatic, steady gaze fixed upon the deck throughout the day was surely within this room. Caine walked ever more slowly, almost coming to a halt at the doorway. Without concealing it, he extended his left hand and reached toward the handle; in his mind, a scene inside naturally unfolded: near the door stood a wardrobe, currently empty; the soft glow of starlight fell upon the polished floor, creating a still, serene atmosphere, devoid of human presence; the window had been opened at some point, and the gentle sea breeze carried in, gently lifting the not particularly heavy curtain. No one there? Caine had only come to check, so he immediately withdrew his hand, walked toward the stairs, and moved as if nothing had happened at all. On the deck, breathing the cool night air, Caine maintained a composed, relaxed demeanor, strolling leisurely along the ship's side, as though his primary purpose had simply been to take a walk down. Suddenly, he spotted a man sitting ahead of him—a man in trousers and a white shirt. Frank Lee? Klein didn't stop; he took one step at a time, closing the distance. The man became aware of him, half-turned, and glanced back. He was indeed Frank Lee, the "Toxin Specialist," but his face had lost all trace of a smile, with a fresh crimson streak of blood across his mouth and chin. Klein raised an eyebrow, said nothing. Frank Lee suddenly lifted both hands, grasping two silver-scaled fish that had not struggled. With a sense of disappointment, he said, "It's a failure... their life cycles are much shorter than I anticipated. They simply can't reproduce—whether planted in soil or not..." As he spoke, he lifted the silver-scaled fish in his right hand and took a deep, strong breath. That's good—otherwise, I truly feared we'd trigger some ecological disaster. So, you'd like to borrow a drink? No—borrow a fish, to ease your sorrow? Klein quietly breathed a sigh of relief.