In the luxurious villa of the Hall family in Queens, Brooklyn. Audrey had just tried on three of today's alternate evening gowns, sitting now on a soft cushioned chair, pondering which accessories would best complement each one, which option she personally preferred, and what her mother might think. At that very moment, an endless expanse of gray-white mist suddenly appeared before her, with a blurred figure hovering above, gazing down. Then, she saw other figures—silhouettes of people praying, enveloped in the mist—alongside corresponding voices echoing in her ears. Instead of being startled, Audrey felt a deep sense of relief; the unease and anxiety she had felt about today's lack of a Tarot gathering now vanished. Indeed, nothing was wrong! Well, "World" must truly be experiencing some kind of issue—he has undoubtedly been under tremendous pressure lately, which explains why he had previously scheduled an appointment. Audrey sighed, and then turned her attention to considering when she might have free time. As she pondered, her gaze swept over the busy maids in the room and settled on the golden retriever, Suzy, crouched at the door. A slight upward curve formed at Audrey's lips as she lowered her head, quietly praying: "Please tell 'The World' gentleman that I'm available these days—let him decide the time and place, just not at night, and not beyond a few districts west of Beckland..." At that moment, Suzy, the golden retriever observing the maids, seemed to sense an unseen gaze, turned her head with suspicion toward Audrey's position, yet found nothing amiss. His first thought was to have the other party decide on a location today or tomorrow, and then, drawing upon his "creeping hunger," simply "transport" himself there. But then a question arose: Doun Tangtes, being within the "Night Watch" surveillance scope, was likely being monitored, and a sudden "journey" would easily expose the situation. He could wait a few days—or perhaps...克莱恩 thought seriously, and asked the now-materialized "world," Germán Spáro, to pray once more: "…please convey to Miss Justice that it shall be today, upon the gray mist." Moreover, within the palace of the "Knight of Cups," many details remain unclear or indistinct to me—this represents a severe deficiency for psychological treatment... Audrey calmed her surprise and voiced her own doubts from a feasibility standpoint, requesting that the "Knight of Cups" relay this to the "World." Not long after, she received a reply: "…I will ask the 'Knight of Cups' to lift these limitations and employ alternative means to conceal the true nature of both parties..." Can this really be the case? Is this the special treatment afforded to the followers of the "Knight of Cups"? Well, our consecutive exchanges have essentially amounted to direct communication—this has been quite burdensome for the "Knight of Cups," who has nearly been indulgent in the matter. Audrey reflected on this and decided not to seek further reasons: "…Agreed. Between 11:30 and 12:30 tonight..." She did not believe she would have any private space before the birthday ball concluded. At the same time, in the house at 39 Berkland Street. Hae-Youl idly stared at the evening gown she had selected, listening as her mother repeated her instructions over and over. Tonight, she would accompany her father and mother to Audrey Hall's birthday ball. As Hae-Youl's thoughts began to drift and her mind gradually grew blank, she noticed a gray-white mouse appear at the door, its paws waving anxiously. What? Hae-Youl patiently listened to her mother's next round of instructions, then found an excuse and went straight back to her bedroom. Once she had closed and locked the door, the gray-white mouse suddenly sprang out from somewhere, landing gracefully at her feet, looking quite comical as it sat down. "I've noticed something's off around here!" the mouse said, shaking the air as if speaking. Hae-Youl wasn't surprised at all. Instead, she asked curiously, "What's wrong?" The gray-white mouse raised its right front paw and pointed toward the window, saying, "There are exceptional beings from the Order of Night patrolling this neighborhood—quite high-level." "What are they looking for?" asked Hairel, slightly frowning. The gray-white mouse drew out a slow breath and replied, "How could I possibly know? But it's certainly something very serious." "Then they'll likely uncover your issue," Hairel said, expressing both concern and confusion. "How, though? The clues beneath the streets weren't already destroyed? And the corresponding issues weren't properly addressed as well?" For a moment, the gray-white mouse seemed at a loss for words, and only after several seconds did it respond vaguely, "The official exceptional beings have many unusual yet useful investigative methods... In any case, I'll need to address your dreams—those are the most vulnerable." Hairel looked down at the mouse on the ground, her brows furrowing slightly before gradually relaxing. "Very well." "Don't look so reluctant! I've finally managed to regain a little strength, and now I'm going to waste it all! Has this neighborhood been cursed? First came a magic woman in an odd condition, then the 'Robin Hood' Black Emperor, and now something unexpected is happening that the 'Night Watchers' hold so dear! The grayish mouse squeaked irritably twice. ………… At 7:30 p.m., Hayouer accompanied her father, Mahert the Member of Parliament, and her mother, Lady Liaina, to the Queen's District and entered the House of Count Holber. Since it was the birthday ball that day, she didn't get the chance to meet Miss Audrey Holber directly, but quietly listened as her parents and Count Holber, Lady Katherin, and Lord Hibert Holber exchanged greetings and conversation. In her eyes, these noble figures were no different from ordinary citizens, so she remained neither overly formal nor reserved, displaying both grace and ease in her manner and speech." —Had it not been for Lady Leiana’s persistent emphasis, Hefur would have thought that the magnificent ballroom, the artistically valuable frescoes, and the elegant statues within the villa deserved greater admiration. After exchanging smiles and greetings with one acquaintance after another, Hefur finally waited for the ball to begin and spotted the evening’s star, Miss Odile Hall, walking out of the second-floor room, arm-in-arm with the Earl and the Countess, and coming to the balustrade directly facing the ballroom. As Hefur glanced at her, she instinctively intended to pass her by, focusing instead on the cut of her gown and the coordination of her accessories. Yet her gaze could not shift—streaming from the great crystal chandelier suspended high above, the soft glow of whale-oil candles cast a dreamlike radiance upon Odile, just eighteen, illuminating her emerald eyes, her flawless, almost unattainable face, and her lustrous, golden hair to such a degree that the evening gown and all her jewelry seemed to fade into the background. Hai Ruoer felt momentarily dazed, unable to catch what Lord Hall was saying, until the graceful melody began and Odile Hall, together with her father the count, took the first dance. Only then did she regain her composure. Usually so proud, she now felt a touch of humility, believing that even without supernatural abilities, such a radiant lady would not fall short of her own accomplishments. Hai Ruoer pressed her lips together, glanced to the left and right, and noticed that everyone’s gaze was naturally drawn to them, though their feelings varied. Ah… she unconsciously exhaled. Throughout the evening, she no longer displayed her usual haughtiness, yet every minute she longed to leave and return home, to busy herself with her own affairs, in order to gain even more magical and powerful strength. Finally, as the evening drew to a close, Hai Ruoer’s family said their goodbyes to a few of the hosts and made their way toward the entrance. As she was about to leave, Hairel couldn't help turning back to see Odile standing at the edge of the dance floor, smiling gently, waving farewell to guests who were preparing to depart. She seemed to still be beneath the main light. ………… After the birthday ball, Odile removed her jewelry, changed into her nightgown, and entered the bathroom. Gazing at the rising steam from the water and the robe placed beside it, Odile didn't immediately plunge in; instead, she sat down beside the bath and prayed to the "Knight of Cups," signaling that she was ready. A few seconds later, a deep red glow surged like a tide, flooding her. Above the gray mist, Odile appeared at the side of the bronze long table. This time, she did not see the "Knight of Cups" veiled in gray mist, but only noticed a tall, ancient "Chamber of Reconciliation"—a large brown chest about human height, with doors at both ends and a wooden partition in the middle. I had thought that the "World" gentleman would summon the "Fool" gentleman to materialize a wall, with us positioned on either side, each of us leaning against it to communicate directly with one another... Though essentially the same now, the confessional room is so narrow and dark—how utterly he fails to consider the ladies' comfort! Hmm, if the "World" gentleman had thought of that, I would have found it quite surprising. Audrey smiled slightly and walked to the door of the confessional room that had not yet fully closed, bending down to enter, her legs斜ly resting and kneeling. Once the wooden door was shut, Audrey—now truly treating a patient for the first time—felt a sudden surge of excitement. In the darkness, freed from the usual routines by both setting and emotion, she lifted her嘴角 slightly, curled her fingers, and gently tapped the partition board: "Hello～Is the 'World' gentleman there?" The figure seated across from her, Kline, was warmed by the lively tone of the "Justice" lady, and with a slightly relaxed expression responded: "You may begin." This time, he did not conceal himself with gray mist, but took on the appearance of Germán Sparrow. Indeed, the "World" gentleman's mental state was not too good—he was overly tense and anxious... Audrey first sensed it, then employed the "psychologist's" calming technique. A gentle, intangible ripple spread out, and at once, Klein felt as though he had stepped outside on a hot summer morning, greeted by a refreshing breeze. The inner restlessness and agitation vanished instantly. Seeing the "World" gentleman clearly recovering, Audrey breathed a quiet sigh of relief and softly asked, "Have you been having nightmares recently?"