Dancing gracefully to a soft and soothing melody, Kline and Hayor were moving in perfect harmony. One tall and sturdy, the other slender and elegant, their differences in age were only slightly noticeable. Their movements, timing, and overall presence were exceptionally well-matched, creating a striking and beautiful scene—almost ideal for demonstration teaching. Kline broke the quiet atmosphere, gently shifting with his steps and speaking casually, "I've been having recurring nightmares lately. Fortunately, the goddess has been watching over me. After praying at church several times and drinking a few cups of holy water, I no longer wake up in the middle of the night startled." Hayor silently raised her eyes, pausing for two seconds before responding, "What kind of nightmares?" She seemed genuinely interested—Wille Onsight hadn't been wrong at all. Kline smiled and replied, "I'm always inside an abandoned, crumbling church, chased by various monsters." "But regarding the things that happen in dreams, you should also know that I always struggle to remember the details—I find it difficult to describe exactly what those monsters look like." Sea Yur remained silent, yet the bright brown eyes within her conveyed clear disagreement. That is, she believed that the things from dreams were not necessarily something one could never recall clearly. Caelin stepped slightly closer, holding her, and smiled. "Indeed, I've had very vivid dreams in the past. Back then, I was still on the Southern Continent. I dreamed of an inverted tomb, made of dark massive stones, extending downward into the earth, with living corpses covered in white feathers emerging to capture me. I kept having these similar dreams for several consecutive days. To be honest, it was rather embarrassing—I was quite frightened and hurried to the nearby city, where I visited a group of divination specialists, asking them to interpret my dreams. Their conclusion was that I might have offended a tribe's deceased deity during a particular acquisition of local specialties." "It's quite strange that, after I went to that tribe to apologize, presented gifts, and participated in one of their celebrations, I've never had that dream again." All of this was fabricated by him from the perspective of a seer, designed to spark interest in Haiyur, hoping she would unconsciously reveal something, and at the same time serving as a subtle, unobtrusive suggestion—implying that if Haiyur is troubled by dreams, she should consult a member of the seers' club or a church priest for interpretation, rather than blindly trust the dreams and act on them impulsively. — When Will O'Conner mentioned that it would be useful to talk with Hae-Your about dream-related topics, Caine began to suspect that the inconsistencies in her behavior might stem from a series of continuous dreams. Otherwise, it was hard to explain why, despite having at least Sequence 8 strength, she lacked fundamental knowledge of the mysterious world, displayed such marked arrogance, and remained unaware of the presence of ordinary, purposeless extraordinary beings. After all, as a well-bred upper-class lady raised in a traditional household, she should have had limited exposure to such wild, unstructured extraordinary individuals—especially since her father was a member of the Lower House, undoubtedly protected and surrounded by extraordinary people. Therefore, Caine believed Hae-Your likely came into contact with a particular object, or perhaps due to her personality, was noticed and selected by a powerful individual who, through a series of dreams, gradually guided her toward becoming extraordinary, while simultaneously failing to impart essential knowledge and instead leading her to search for something in the underground tunnels. Two factors solidified his belief in this hypothesis: first, the words of Will Aunseit, and second, the sequence designated "The Thief of Dreams" through the "Thief's Path"—a name that clearly implied capabilities far beyond mere theft of ideas! Haiyur listened quietly to Donatien Tantrès' account, her mouth instinctively opening slightly before closing again. After nearly ten seconds, she asked, "Why didn't you go to the church of the Goddess at that time?" Indeed, she responded to the theme of dreams, yet remained cautious, revealing nothing further. Klein chuckled softly, saying, "There was no church of the Goddess in that vicinity—it was a region devoted to the faith in the Gods of Steam and Machinery." Haiyur shifted her focus back to the dance, seemingly fully immersed in the music. Klein likewise settled into silence, drifting with the girl through the enchanting melody. After the dance concluded, he returned Hae Yur to her original position and went to the long table area, thirsty, to fetch a glass of sweet iced tea. There, he spotted Bishop Elektra enjoying a glass of red wine. ——Unlike the Church of Storms or the Church of the War God, the clergy of the Night Goddess must never drink heavily; they are required to abstain from distilled wines and may only sip lightly on champagne, beer, or red and white wine. "How do you find it? This should be your first grand dance event," Bishop Elektra smiled, lifting her glass. "It's quite demanding, and, well, interesting," said Caine, smiling. "The biggest issue is that after dancing so many consecutive dances, one always feels exhausted, perspiring constantly, and constantly thirsty." Bishop Elektra laughed heartily. "Once you arrive in Beckett, don't reduce your physical activity—sometimes, social events are far more taxing than you imagine." "Having said that, he gave a teasing smile: 'Lady Olori has been quite complimentary, stating that your inner qualities match your outward appearance.' ...Thank you for that affirmation... For a moment, Kline found no other words to respond with, and settled instead on a light-hearted remark: 'One's inner qualities aren't always evident through a single dance.' Before Electra the Bishop could offer the universally understood smile of a man who knows what's coming, he added: 'Bishop, I've recently become involved in a business venture that might put me at odds with a powerful gentleman—I'm a bit concerned.' He was referring to the matter involving the Coym Company and Baron Sindras. Electra the Bishop sipped her red wine and said: 'Don't worry, Beckland is a city of law, and the goddess will protect you.' 'Then I'm truly at ease—thank you, Goddess!' Kline seriously drew a crimson moon on his chest. When the Bishop of Elektra reached the dance floor, his gaze gradually darkened, and he sighed silently. He wasn't afraid or resentful—rather, he felt a sense of guilt. At least thus far, the Night Church had treated him well, even if partly due to financial considerations. They had indeed offered substantial support and even pledged a certain level of protection. Yet he had been quietly planning how to undermine the internal wardens and how to sneak past the sealing core behind Charnis's gates to steal items. Oh, if this plan required a long time to unfold, he'd truly need regular psychological therapy—or else his mental well-being would suffer. Klein examined his own emotions, subtly nodding his head. "Vorths took a quiche filled with fruits and ham, bit into it, and said, 'As I read in the magazine, maintaining a good physique is absolutely essential for a bounty hunter.' Hough hesitated, then reached for a piece and brought it to his mouth. Vorths chuckled, 'You're a remarkable one—more of a combatant than an ordinary bounty hunter. You don't need to be overly conscious about your physique. Perhaps that's why you missed your final growth spurt. Ah, I heard that the 'Warrior' path can effectively promote height growth—look at the barbarians in Fosak, for instance.' Hough paused, then sighed, 'But I was born half a 'Mediator'—I simply can't become a 'Warrior.' 'Clearly, she had given it serious thought. Seeing Hough's memory stirred, Vorths quickly pretended not to have said anything and focused instead on enjoying his late dinner." Once she had eaten and drunk enough, and everything was settled, she led Hui into her own bedroom and cleared her throat. "You've helped me so much lately, so I'd like to give you a gift." "Is there another task I need to undertake?" Hui asked, cautiously running a hand through her golden short hair. "...", Folshe blinked, suddenly reflecting on her own usual demeanor. She chuckled lightly. "This is for earlier—earlier." Before Hui could respond, she produced a square iron box—originally used for storing cigarettes—from within her sleeve, meeting his puzzled gaze. "I don't smoke," Hui shook her head immediately. Folshe nodded, opened the box, and revealed the translucent hexagonal crystal inside, its pale blue hue. Hui's gaze froze, her eyes fixed on the flashes of light streaking through the crystal, and instinctively asked, "The Interrogator?" "Yes, I encountered a participant at an extraordinary gathering who was willing to part with it at a low price, afraid of missing out and eager to secure it right away," said Folshe with no hint of falsehood. "As you know, I recently received a reward from my teacher for a matter, so I'm not short on funds." Hews knew that Folshe had been frequently traveling lately, claiming to be assisting the teacher, yet still couldn't believe she could so easily purchase the 'Inquisitor' extraordinary trait as a gift for herself—such a leap beyond their established lifestyle! She was still gambling, and now, after becoming a 'Astrologer,' was making substantial profits? Or had she finally set her sights on the bank's vault, using her 'Gatekeeper' ability to steal cash from within? Hews instantly went through a series of possibilities, yet found no concrete evidence. A few seconds later, she made her decision: to randomly select two days each week and feign an absence, secretly observing what exactly Folshe was doing. If she didn’t believe in her friend’s character and principles, she might even doubt that the other person had become a mistress to either a powerful noble or a wealthy individual. “It—it’s too valuable,” Hove waved his hand, trying to decline the gift. Folth had already prepared her words, and with a smile, she said, “I’ll surely have many more matters to trouble you in the future, so just consider this as a prepaid fee.” “We’re good friends—we don’t need to talk about fees,” Hove hesitated a moment, then shook his head. There it was! Folth immediately laughed. “Then let’s call it an early birthday gift—no excuses!” “But my birthday isn’t for another half year yet,” Hove murmured, still hesitating, before finally reaching out and accepting the extraordinary trait of the “Inquisitor.” ………… On a Sunday morning, Hove suppressed his excitement and anticipation, as usual, stepping out to head to a specific place to leave a discreet mark, arranging to meet the masked man from MI9 somewhere in a quiet alley at night. With the exceptional qualities of an interrogator now fully absorbed through the magistrate's potion, she only needed the right formula to advance to Level 7—making a solid stride toward uncovering the truth of that year and restoring her family's honor. Thus, she was eager to take on several military assignments as soon as possible to accumulate the required merits. After accomplishing this, she intended to visit a few spots in the eastern district to check for any significant developments, then return home to keep an eye on Folshe, learning what her friend had been up to lately and whether any risks had emerged. Yet, as soon as she entered the eastern district, she sensed that someone was watching her closely.