In the quiet hotel room, the radio receiver, previously dim and somber, instantly regained its normal function, and the surrounding light no longer seemed oppressive. Crain was busy preparing the ritual, offering it as a sacrifice to the gray mist, only then finding time to reflect on the newly obtained answers. Based on the clues provided by the "Mirror" Arōdes, combined with the responses from Mr. Azk and the "Fated Snake" Wil. Aunseitin, Crain now had an initial plan for the next phase. This was not merely a decision to rest and return to Beklanth—rather, he intended to treat the city as his primary base of operations for an extended period, and to investigate whether he could secretly obtain the Antigonous family's notes from the Saint Samuel Church of the Night Goddess' Church. If that proved impossible, he would then attempt to shift to a nearby extraordinary path; should that still fail, he would have to resort to his final option—journeying to the summit of the Hōnachis Mountains. "Hmm... Returning to Beckland won't allow me to openly present myself as Sherlock Moriarty unless I'm specifically aiming to extract Insan Zangwei or uncover a royal faction operating in the shadows. However, when reaching out to acquaintances or leveraging the resources of the Steam Church, I can easily reemerge as Sherlock Moriarty. "In any case, I'll need a fresh identity—one that's completely distinct from Germán Sparo. Oh, and this time, I won't go straight back to Prizland. Instead, I'll take a detour via the Desee Gulf, making sure my origins remain completely untraceable." Klein's thoughts flashed like lightning, and soon he had a clear plan. After initially settling on a direction, he had intended to draw blood and use his ethereal form to explore *The Grolsch Travelogue* atop the Gray Mist. But considering he still had a Tarot gathering scheduled in the afternoon, he simply lay back down again, treating rest as a form of relaxation. …… “The Future” sailed smoothly through the rolling waves. Gardeleia of “Star Above,” standing by the window, gazed out at the vast expanse that stretched to the horizon, while on the forward deck, Nina’s frustrated voice rose periodically—she was angrily berating Frank Lee for having introduced a fast-growing, fish-loving mushroom with a beefy flavor. Gardeleia sighed silently, lifting her hand to push her heavy glasses up her nose. Suddenly, inspiration struck her. She looked down at her desk and noticed several yellowed sheets had appeared there without any prior notice. “The Emperor’s journal… she’s finally sent a messenger!” Gardeleia beamed, turning to pick up the few sheets—fewer in number, clearly early attempts. By three o’clock, having memorized the symbols with great effort, she found the vivid deep red light flooding around her, as if it were a tide engulfing her. Beneath the lofty dome supported by slender stone pillars, Gautheria the Recluse observed a series of similar deep red glows rising, coalescing into indistinct forms. She didn’t pause to examine them closely—by then, a pair of familiar glasses had naturally formed on her nose, as if perfectly mirroring the external state. In her peripheral vision, she noticed Miss Justice, the elegant one, rising gracefully and greeting warmly from the head of the bronze table: “Good afternoon, Sir Fool~” Oudelire had indeed been in a particularly cheerful mood lately. After returning to the family castle, she had smoothly helped her mother, Lady Catriona, resolve several psychological concerns stemming from her actual age and physical condition, receiving excellent feedback. This experience had allowed her to refine a number of guidelines for embodying the role of a “psychologist.” Among them, the most crucial one was to assist others in addressing their inner emotional and mental challenges—she suspected this might be the very reason the potion was named “Psychologist” rather than “Psychiatrist.” "The Lady Justice" seemed most delighted...克莱恩似被感染，含笑点头，算是回应. During this process, he noticed that "The Hangman" gentleman appeared preoccupied, as though still hesitating and struggling, still undecided. Ah, this means "The Hangman" gentleman can afford both the "Sea Singer" potion formula and its primary ingredients, though at a considerable cost—I had assumed he would request installment payments... "The Fool"克莱恩 remained entirely composed, casting his gaze around the room. When "The Lady Justice" finished her greeting, "The Observer" Gardeleiva turned to the head position at the bronze long table: "Respected Sir The Fool, I have gathered three pages from Roscel's diary. "Here we are... I'm not sure whether the three pages of journal specially selected by the 'Mysterious Queen' will hold valuable information—such as the whereabouts of the 'Card of Desecration' corresponding to the 'Prophet' path, which could open up another possibility for me. Kline felt quite eager internally, yet spoke calmly and naturally: 'Very well, you may now make your request.' 'Yes, Mr. The Fool,' Gauthier responded without a single flaw in her demeanor, then requested to manifest the contents of the journal. Seeing her performance and recalling her appearance in her dreams, Kline felt deeply satisfied—much like a teacher successfully guiding a student to become more attentive and well-mannered. 'This is the first time the 'Wise One' has presented the journal of Emperor Rosel. Given her demonstrated level and abilities, she should have been able to gather it earlier—well, she has traditionally been more of an observer. After being disciplined by Mr. The Fool last time, did she finally begin to truly integrate into our Tarot Circle?' Audrey, combining Gardeleia's performance as the Hermit last week, had formed certain judgments. At the same time, she noticed that Mr. The Hangman seemed off today—expecting something, yet reluctant to let go, which piqued her curiosity. Kain didn't wait long; the three pages of journal material materialized and came into his hands. Members of the Sun, including Deryck, instinctively settled down, not disturbing the Fool's reading. "On the ninth of February, today is Bonova's birthday. He is now a healthy, strong, honest, and kind young man, so devout that the Church holds him in high regard. Everyone is congratulating me, saying that Bonova is certain to become a Saint, even a vessel of the Holy Spirit, praising the purity and spotlessness of his faith." "I should be happy, yet I am filled with an unyielding sense of melancholy. I hope my children will be more human—more feeling, more authentic, more themselves, rather than mere devotees of the divine. Yet almost everyone—Matilda, Charles, my nobles, my ministers—deeply believes that Bonnave is in excellent condition. Only Bernadette and I share this same feeling. In private, she has told me that people should be more self-assured, as long as they don't harm anyone. Reflecting on Charathus's words at Bonnave's birth, and on the growing intuitions I've had since entering the realm of the semi-divine, my heart grows heavier. Oh, how lovely the angels are—how truly lovely. Is this your reserve toward me? Is this your way of attempting to control me? No, you likely cannot grasp the pride that resides within me. How does it matter if the gods themselves are present? I shall surely take their place!" "On the 11th of February, I attempted to reach Charathus once again, but was unsuccessful. Since acquiring the Antigonus notes, this head of the monastic order has appeared less and less frequently—clearly plotting something in secret, though I'm certain He won't tell me what. On the 12th of February, I crafted a truly remarkable item tailored specifically for Bernadette. This will enable her to effectively avoid the incessant chatter of the 'Hidden Sage.' As long as she doesn't actively pray or seek responses, this item seems to also allow the saints to enter the easternmost sanctuary of the Sunya Sea, unimpeded by the murmurs of the 'True Creator'—there, I suspect, lies the secret of the 'Land of the Forgotten Gods.' Hah! I only intended to make a simple gift for my daughter, and yet it has such powerful effects. Bernadette, my old man, I must indeed be the most exceptional craftsman in the world!" "The most outstanding 'artisan'—does this mean that when the Emperor wrote this journal entry, he had already reached Sequence 2 of the 'Universal Scholar' path, becoming an angel? In the presence of the 'God of Steam and Machinery,' this rank represents the pinnacle attainable by an artisan. It's no wonder the 'Mysterious Queen' can freely enter and exit the divine battle sites—she must have received this gift from the Emperor. Indeed, children of influential parents truly are treasures. Klein was deeply moved by this reflection. Moreover, he sensed the Emperor's restraint and frustration woven subtly throughout the first journal entry, and drawing upon the reading comprehension skills he had cultivated in a previous life, he discerned several underlying details: After becoming an angel, the Emperor appeared to be constrained and guarded by the Steam Church. The 'God of Steam and Machinery' had exerted a certain influence over his younger son, Bonaventure, shaping him into one of the most devout believers, destined to eventually enter the 'Paradise' and become an angel himself." Yet this did not humble or intimidate the Emperor Roscel. On the contrary, it stirred his resolve. "Was it precisely this resistance that later made the Emperor a world adversary?" thought Kline, nodding to himself. Meanwhile, he had noticed the developments concerning Charathus, suspecting that the "Miracle Master" had only begun to pursue the Sequence 1 rank after acquiring the family's notes from the Antigonid lineage, having carefully planned and orchestrated several initiatives—only for complications to arise during his promotion, resulting in his transformation into a monster. Of course, as Arodes, the "Magic Mirror," had pointed out, perhaps Charathus had not actually lost control, but was instead concealing something, plotting something. After swiftly skimming through the page, Kline turned to the next section, which was not continuous but rather a fresh addition: "On the fifth of October, several adherents of the 'Primordial Moons' were captured by my Black Cloak organization and failed to complete their prescribed sacrificial rites." "What they're exhibiting strikes me as fascinating—the power they've acquired seems to stem directly from the Crimson Moon. Unfortunately, a vast amount of data confirms that this red moon is indeed a satellite, orbiting our planet. So, how does it seamlessly blend the physical with the mystical? With my current capabilities, traveling to the surface of the Crimson Moon is not impossible, though it would certainly be cumbersome and challenging—yet it seems unnecessary. On October 7th, I finally made up my mind. I will attempt to transition into the nearby 'Revealer' path—only then can I achieve Sequence 1. I've long suspected that the 'Hidden Sage' was originally a conceptual uniqueness, later awakening to consciousness through unforeseen circumstances, and fully realizing itself. Therefore, the Sequence 1 position on this path is likely still vacant!"