Tik-tik-tik. The radio receiver emitted a spectral sheet of white paper, inscribed in Roon script: "Great Lord, your loyal and humble servant, Arondes, has finally, finally, once again caught up with your steps!" ...Not so excited, really... Hmm, "The Magic Mirror" Arondes has always maintained his professional demeanor—no lingering complaints about the prolonged period of disconnection, no inquiries into why I haven't reached out for so long. Instead, he directly attributes the delay to himself, claiming he failed to keep pace with your progress. It actually makes me feel a bit guilty. Still, one must remain vigilant—after all, vigilance is still necessary. For a moment, Cline found himself at a loss for words. Arondes did not wait. Using the radio receiver, he carefully etched a poised, attentive expression onto the spectral paper: "Great Lord, Ruler of the Spirit Realm, have you sensed that your return to the Seat of Sovereignty is drawing near?" "This thing has evolved so quickly—it's now moved beyond just using emojis and has taken shape as a precursor to full comic-style expression packs... In Arordes' perception, I am a true god gradually rediscovering myself. Even though it clearly knows I'm currently at Sequence 5, it doesn't show the slightest sense of dismissal; instead, it's more humble than ever. Klein understands that the 'Magic Mirror' is deliberately asking questions, so he calmly nods. 'Yes,' he says. 'You've answered my question. As a condition, as part of the rule I must uphold, you may now ask me one question.' Arordes responds swiftly, typing with energy, and adds a smiley at the end. Without hesitation, Klein asks: 'Where can I find the recipe for the 'Sorcerer of Mysteries'’s magical potion?' A long stretch of the seemingly empty parchment was suddenly expelled, filled with countless intricate symbols, then transformed into a mirror that revealed a real scene: a deep hall devoid of natural light, housing a massive, pulsating entity. This entity was so blurred—like a pencil sketch erased with an eraser—that no specific details could be discerned. However, accompanying this scene beneath the "Mirror," Arōdes, the Magician, provided a lengthy passage of text: "This is Chalatu. During his ascension through the first rank, 'The Enigmatic Servant,' he lost control and transformed into a monster. Yet, dear Master, you must be cautious—he is exceptionally cunning. Perhaps all of this is precisely what he has orchestrated." "I can't bear to look Him in the face, as it would cause me harm. No other half-deity in the Conclave can provide you with a potion formula—Zarathustra himself originally offered the high-sequence potions directly, and such formulations are almost impossible to reverse-engineer through extraordinary traits." The answer was so thorough, and it also revealed that the Sequence 1 corresponding to the "Seer" path is the "Mysterious Servant"—meaning a servant of the Mysterious Angel. It now seems clear that the only way to obtain a potion formula within the Conclave is by directly facing Zarathustra, and yet I am still unable to meet His gaze. That's why the "Fated Serpent" Wil. Aunseit only mentioned seeking the mad Zarathustra, without even referring to the Conclave. Even the "Mirror" Arōdes had moved Clarein—had he not felt that he still lacked the dignity and strength to command such a sealed entity, he would have truly regarded the other as his own servant. With a crisp, rhythmic sound, the ethereal sheet of paper extended once more, revealing a new scene: a majestic mountain peak, upon which stood a ruined palace, within which a vast stone throne was faintly visible. Caine was familiar with this image beyond recognition—he knew exactly what it symbolized without needing Arodes, the Magic Mirror, to explain it: the Antigonous family's treasure hidden deep within the heart of the Honaquis Mountains! The paper continued to unfold, presenting fresh scenes that unfolded like a film, with shifting camera perspectives: First to catch Caine's eye was a towering Gothic clock tower and a cluster of splendid palaces surrounding it. The clock tower represented "The Clock of Order," and the palaces symbolized the Sodrak Palace—both iconic landmarks of Beckland. As the camera moved, new structures appeared on the paper: a pure black church featuring two symmetrical clock towers. The church grew larger within the scene, soon revealing its interior and settling on a massive double door of iron-black, located deep beneath the ground. The door was exceptionally heavy, engraved with seven dark holy emblems, much like guards of the deep, dim heavenly realm. "The Charnes Gate... Saint Samuel Church..." Klein recognized the familiar style of the gate and, based on the architectural features, identified the church as the headquarters of the Night Goddess' Church—specifically, the Becland district's Saint Samuel Church! A sheet of white paper emerged, and the scene shifted. In the profound darkness, a hollow bookshelf composed of individual white bones stood still, with an ancient notebook resting quietly upon it. The notebook's cover was made of sturdy paper, stained black. Klein immediately recognized it: It was the Antigonus family's notebook—the very one that had caused the original body's death! After all the twists and turns, everything had returned to its origin. Klein gazed quietly, until the image faded, then regained his own thoughts: "Indeed, when the members of the Aurora Circle first saw the 'Jester's' potion recipe in this notebook, they had gained their recognition. Now, as I revisit it, the content should have changed significantly from what I previously saw—there should be the 'Mystic Magician's' potion recipes, though perhaps lacking in ingredients or specific properties." "Indeed, this journal has been sealed behind the Charnes Gate of Saint Samuel's Church for years. To obtain it from such a place would not be much easier than seeking out Zarathustra himself and facing him directly... The great fog event in Beckland, which involved high-tier divine beings, was swiftly resolved even after I reported it to the Church's Beckland diocese through the 'Justice' Lady. This clearly demonstrates the strength of the Beckland diocese—whether it be half-gods or sealed entities, they are surely well-resourced. Anyway, regardless of what happens, I'll first return to Beckland and see if there's any opportunity. Compared to that, I'd rather avoid the Hornacis Mountains." Calming his thoughts, Caine turned to the radio transmitter that had now grown dark and profound. "Who was the half-god aboard the 'Mad Captain' Conner Victor's ship last night?" The rhythmic tapping lightened and danced, and the earlier ethereal sheet of paper faded, replaced by a fresh one. The content on the blank sheet likewise presents a genuine scene: on a finely crafted bracket of brass, five candles emit light and heat in distinct heights. A middle-aged man wearing a triangular hat and a black eye mask stands before a cabinet containing wine, champagne, and distilled spirits, gazing modestly at the person across from him. Opposite him, a tall figure draped in a black cloak stands, his face entirely concealed beneath the hood. This figure appears to have no true head, merely a deep, swirling darkness embedded in the neck. Recognizing the man with one eye from the portrait, Caine identifies him as Captain Conner, the "Mad Captain"—his hair, loose and greasy, falls over the neck, just covering it. The figure across the way should be the half-god, though he has deliberately concealed his appearance and performed corresponding counter-divination. It's already quite remarkable that Arodes has managed to capture such a clear image of him...克莱恩 didn't feel overly disappointed. Instead, he carefully noted the figure's build: over 1.85 meters, but not quite reaching 1.90... his arms are slightly longer, extending nearly to his knees when his hands are lowered... his shoulders are broad, supporting the cloak... his legs are moderately externally angled. As an expert in the field of concealment,克莱恩 believed that once someone had masked their appearance and undergone a certain level of counter-divination, they would likely no longer pay attention to subtle details of their physical form—especially if those features weren't inherently distinctive. Thus, this observation provides a useful clue, helping克莱恩 later recognize the target when he sees them again and feel a sense of familiarity. "Very well. It's now your turn to ask questions." After committing these details to memory,克莱恩 stopped observing and waited with genuine interest for Arodes, the "magic mirror," to pose his questions. He was curious whether the other could once again surpass his imagination. The typing sound grew a bit slower, hinting at hesitation, and the ethereal sheet of paper gradually exhaled: "Great Lord, may I say something to you?" "Go ahead," Kline replied with mild surprise, eager to hear what Arordes had to say. The typing sound then quickened, now full of evident enthusiasm. On the ethereal sheet, words appeared one after another: "Great Lord, Happy Birthday! This is a late blessing—your current body was born on March 4, 1327. I had intended to wish you well at dawn that day, but I failed to keep pace with your journey." ...Indeed, a topic that surpasses my imagination... I've completely forgotten about my birthday... Kline's lips twitched slightly, unsure of what to say. He had absorbed fragments of the original owner's memories, gaining some of his emotions, so he did remember birthdays—though, having drifted alone and far from home, he had long since forgotten such details. Ardo was the first person to wish me a happy birthday... Bensen and Melissa would likely have been feeling miserable on this day. The interviews had concluded in February; he didn't know whether Bensen had successfully secured a government position. Klein was struck by these reflections, and his gaze on the radio receiver grew softer. He paused, then calmly asked, "The third question: your origin." During this process, a glowing point accompanied by a black liquid was sprayed out and landed upon a stone, quickly merging with it to transform into an ancient silver mirror adorned with black gemstones on both sides. What a strange scene... Was that exactly how Arōdes came to be? What was that glowing point, and where did it originate? It seems to possess some extraordinary properties. Cline began to interpret the scene he had just witnessed. The rhythmic tapping sound did not cease, and then another line of words emerged: "Great Lord, do you have any further questions?" After checking the time, Cline shook his head. "No." "You have now answered my queries. It is time for me to depart, Great Lord, the Ruler of the Spirit Realm. My humble and devoted servant, Arōdes, eagerly anticipates the privilege of serving you once again and of always following at your side. Goodbye~" The final image on the ethereal sheet manifested as a gesture of waving.