As his gaze rose, Kline roughly made out the figure of the footsteps. She was a woman wearing comfortable beige trousers, paired with a pair of substantial black leather boots. However, her upper body was draped in a light brown knee-length skirt, its hem slightly flowing and loose, conveying a sense of ease and grace. This combination instantly transported Kline back to Earth, as no such style had ever been popular in Roon, Inthas, Vosak, Feneport, Runburg, or any of the other nations like East or West Bayland. Kline quickened his upward gaze, and finally caught sight of the woman's face: she had a naturally flowing chestnut hair, straight brows that extended beautifully, and deep, ocean-blue eyes that seemed to hold the very essence of a vast sea. She possessed striking beauty, yet what truly stood out was not that—it was rather the natural grace and the dignified air of someone long accustomed to高位, which left a deeper impression. Without realizing it, Caine found himself instinctively lowering his head, eager to avoid direct eye contact. Moreover, she was tall—very much like my own Caine Moretti... Caine added to himself mentally. After fully absorbing the effects of the "Faceless" potion, he came to realize more clearly that his sense of self was composed of personality, experiences, perceptions, and the web of interpersonal relationships. Physical appearance and body type were merely adaptable elements. Thus, as long as he knew who he was, he was comfortable using the term "state" to describe the physical characteristics of each of his previous identities. After all, each transformation brought about by the "Faceless" potion settled into a stable form, requiring no further maintenance. Even now, without the corresponding extraordinary abilities, he could continue to maintain the physical form of Germán Sparro. Precisely because of this, he could truly make Caine Moretti grow taller. Ticking, ticking, ticking—the lady who had previously seemed to loom over him stepped steadily toward Caine, sat down across from him, and took her seat. "We've met again," she said, her voice soft yet devoid of any emotional inflection. He reverted to his identity as Sherlock Moriarty, shouting for help as he was chased by the demon hound. Along the way, he encountered a forest path woven with green pea vines, and was forced to board a carriage, which carried him all the way into the sky, where he saw window seats resembling hammocks made of pea vines, and a pair of black leather boots! It was her! How could she have appeared in this dream world, in this sea region? Moreover, moreover, she said they had "met again"—now I am Germán Sparrow! As thoughts surged through him, Crane responded to her with a calm, detached expression: "We had not met before." What if she were a half-divine being? As long as she wasn't an angel, I could certainly counter her with the "Trident of the Sea God" in this dream world! Crane quietly steadied himself. The lady with long, elegant eyebrows sat across from him, slightly raising her chin, and gazed at Crane for two seconds before saying: "Is that so?" Mr. the Robber-Prince Black Emperor... With a thunderous crash, Claryn's thoughts in his mind were struck directly by lightning, splintering into countless fragments—disordered, intermingled, and utterly lacking a clear focus. Had she known I was the Robber-Prince Black Emperor? Had she recognized me as the spirit who had stolen the Tablet of Desecration from the Royal Museum back then? How was this even possible! Wait—why did she address me directly as the Robber-Prince Black Emperor? If she had called me "Sherlock Moriarty," I would have been even more stunned, perhaps unable to conceal my expression. One thought after another flashed through him, and Claryn instinctively steadied the muscles of his face, speaking calmly: "I don't understand what you're saying." The lady, dressed in a style unlike any current fashion trend, neither repeated her words nor offered any explanation. Instead, she spoke plainly: "Your identity as Germaine Sparrow was provided by me." "...Klein's scalp instantly went stiff, feeling as though he had no secrets at all before this person. The identity of Gorman Sparrow was forged at the request of Miss Salen through her network—so was this woman, a half-god, part of that very network? Ah, Miss Salen had mentioned that someone within her circle was investigating the true identity of the Rogues' "Black Emperor," promising to fulfill a reasonable request from the Achiever, though with material constraints limited to those below high sequence. According to Miss Salen's description, the commissioner was roughly over 1.70 meters tall, with excellent proportions, chestnut hair, and a fondness for black leather boots—well, wasn't that precisely the person across from him? I had immediately suspected she was the half-god I encountered in the royal museum, and moreover, she clearly knew I had taken the "Black Emperor" piece. A cascade of thoughts rushed through him, and for a brief moment, Klein found himself at a loss for words, ultimately settling into silence." The lady with a slightly rounded chin didn't dwell on the question of Germaine Sparrow's identity. She glanced out the window at the still, frozen dusk and said, "During your time on the Rosedale Islands, the *Black Emperor*, under Nastur Solomon, also appeared in that region. "I'm sure you understand what this means, gentleman thief." Seeing that not only had he revealed her identity, but also offered a clear line of reasoning and evidence, Klein had no choice but to move his lips slightly and reply, "The Law of Aggregation of Exceptional Properties." The lady's expression softened instantly, as if a gentle smile had settled upon her face. "You are indeed the gentleman thief, the *Black Emperor*." ...Ah, so you weren't certain all along. You merely listed the clues and projected confidence. Then how could she have been so certain just now? What other evidence had she not yet revealed? Klein felt a surge of frustration and deep confusion. The lady, who had long remained in a position of prominence, said nothing further, merely glanced toward the bookshelf. "Did you discover that the bookmark was from the 'Black Emperor' series through his diary?" The diary... The lady also knew what was meant by the Rosel notes—diaries. Klein paused, unsure what to say. "Didn't you go fetch that notebook just now, because you sensed something?" the lady asked again. This... Suddenly, Klein realized something and decided to refrain from answering, instead posing a question—to regain his initiative and no longer feel constrained by the rhythm set by the other. He looked directly into the deep, azure eyes of the woman across from him and said: "Are you the mysterious figure who has been quietly observing me aboard the 'Future'?" The beautiful yet distant woman responded calmly: "Yes. Even Gauthier didn't know I had quietly boarded the 'Future,' and yet you managed to detect it—your intuition about the 'Clown's' impending danger?" "After observing me over this period, combined with the earlier information, she's now fairly certain that I am the 'Faceless One,' the 'Magician.'... From her tone, it seems she's very familiar with the 'Star Above the General.' The high-ranking member of the 'Moss Cult,' or perhaps that 'Mysterious Queen'? Kline nodded in agreement. 'The typical 'Clown,' even one already at Sequence 5, wouldn't possess such a strong sense of anticipation—especially under ordinary circumstances.' She's uncovered another subtle trait. Indeed, she clearly understands the 'Seer' path. So, is it precisely because of the slight influence of the Gray Mist's power that I now have intuitive foresight even in non-crisis situations? Kline didn't give the woman a chance to speak again, and asked firmly: 'Did Anderson Hude hear the sound of a door opening and footsteps coming from deep within the Hall of Murals? Is that something you reported?' 'You mean the hunter plagued by misfortune?' the woman asked thoughtfully. "Hmm." Caine nodded. "Indeed, it was me." The woman across from him paused for a moment. "I told that hunter a prophecy: the most deadly dangers often lie hidden within the most ordinary aspects of daily life." What did that mean? Seeing that the woman had no intention of elaborating, Caine carefully asked again: "Was it you who made me appear in the 'Black Saint's' dream?" The woman combed her chestnut hair gently, her voice soft yet detached. "That's not hard to deduce. "After this dream, I confirmed that you took the relic of the sea serpent from Kavitova. "You also appeared as a spirit, just as you did last time, presenting the item before Ayen. Cortman and then vanishing—yes, you carried the 'Black Emperor' card as well." Caine didn't respond to that point, but instead asked: "Are you the 'Mysterious Queen'?" "Many people call me that," the woman replied, her expression calm and unremarkable. Indeed… this lady’s reward stands at 650,000 pounds—just within the realm of Roon! Klein silently inhaled and said, “Madam, what is it you wish from me?” The “Mystic Queen,” with her blue eyes fixed upon him for several seconds, then replied, “I would like you to share with me the interpretation method of the script invented by Emperor Rosel. In return, I can fulfill nearly all of your requests.” Klein neither acknowledged nor denied, merely smiled gently and said, “Could you then provide me with the corresponding high-sequence magical potion recipes?” The “Mystic Queen,” maintaining her composed demeanor though her tone remained restrained, said, “Your fate lies at the summit of the Hornachis Mountains.” That… Klein was utterly astonished. His gaze shifted slightly as he pondered, and then the “Mystic Queen” stood up: “When you need assistance or clues regarding certain ‘Sacred Violation’ cards, simply let me know.” She turned around and walked deeper into the clean, spacious library, stepping one by one, her figure growing fainter until she vanished entirely. 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