Leonard didn’t have a very direct impression of Amun, only knowing that he was the foe most feared by the body-sentient beings—the one who had wounded the enigmatic, powerful old man to such a degree. Thus, his emotions quickly calmed, and he lowered his voice, asking, “What should we do now?” The slightly weathered voice in his mind echoed after a few seconds: “What has come isn’t Amun’s true form, but rather His avatar.” Indeed, “The渎神者” Amun is an angel—possibly even a Sequence 1 angel, given that the old man himself seems to be an earthly angel. As Leonard absorbed the information, confirming his own speculations, he listened intently to Palis Soloyasde’s continued explanation: “Should Amun’s true form appear in Bekland, it might trigger a Divine Descent.” A Divine Descent? How long had it been since such an event had occurred? Since the Fifth Age, this had been entirely a matter of legendary record—never publicly witnessed! Does this mean that even within Sequence 1, Amun is a truly prominent figure? It's no wonder he's called the "Disruptor"... In just a few sentences, Leonard came to realize just how formidable the angel named Amun truly was. Standing before the mailbox, his thoughts swirling, he suddenly had an idea and quickly said in a low voice, "Since Amun is so highly regarded by the gods, perhaps we can arrange to inform the Church of his appearance in Beckett." In Leonard's view, the two ancient Churches—covering the entire Fourth Age, known for their long-standing struggles against darkness and storms—would have extensive experience in countering angels and thus be the ideal choice to handle Amun. Within his mind, Palis Soloyasde huffed, "Useless. This might even be precisely what Amun intends all along." "To Him, losing one incarnation is merely a slight expenditure of strength—nothing more than a superficial blow. Indeed, He can precisely observe the corresponding shifts in fate through the death of that incarnation, thereby identifying the origin of the disturbance—or the 'waves'—that are disrupting the balance. Though this may not directly pinpoint you and me, it significantly narrows the scope, creating the ideal conditions for His own decisive strike. "When we tried to remove that prominent figure, we were likely watched from dozens, perhaps hundreds of Amons, observing from different angles. He could be a passerby, birds on rooftops, ants on the ground, insects within wood, or even tiny creatures in the air—so subtle that even if an Amon's duplicate infiltrated your body, you'd barely notice." Listening to the old man's detailed account, Leonard's spine gradually grew cold, suddenly feeling as though countless Amons were lurking in the very air around him. "Afraid?" Palis Soloyasda chuckled. "If you knew that Amons could silently steal your fate without leaving a trace, you'd be even more afraid." "What do you mean, 'steal your fate'?" Leonard asked, both cautious and puzzled. Palaces' weathered voice sighed, "He will follow you home, and then you will realize that your parents see him as their son, your wife as her husband, your children as their father, and all the people you know—your friends, your acquaintances—will believe him to be you, while you become the 'unlucky one,' disconnected from the world, slowly fading away." "...Will this theft endure forever?" Leonard couldn't help drawing a breath. Palaces Soloyasda chuckled. "Will a thief willingly return the items he has stolen before being caught? 'Unless,' he has already had enough fun." Leonard fell silent, suddenly realizing that an enemy of Amun's caliber could no longer be described merely as something that could be fought against—it had to be imagined. After a few seconds, he asked, voice low and strained, "Then what should we do?" He didn't offer his own ideas, for he sensed they were likely unrealistic. Palace Soloyasde remained silent for a moment, then said, "Look again." At the same time, his peripheral vision caught sight of Sharon's figure rising like a doll on the high stool. Cain adjusted his hat, bowed to both of them, and then smiled. "What I'm most concerned about is exactly how much information you two possess. The more comprehensive the intelligence, the higher the chances of success, and the lower the risks. Consider this simple example: can you confirm that Pharaoh Tutankhamun's mummy is in perfect condition? Can you confirm which sarcophagus it's inside? If so, I'll act before the guards react—simply 'transport' it to the spiritual realm, and take it on a journey there, thus resolving the issue." Marich was just about to recall when Sharon spoke calmly: "We can confirm the sarcophagus, but we cannot verify whether the mummy itself is in good condition." Cain nodded, then pulled a chair and sat down. "Beyond that, what else do you know?" Sharon's blue eyes flickered. "It might be a trap set by the Rose Order—or perhaps by the Rûn military." "I didn't mention my second guess earlier... Well, of course, without the other party confirming their cooperation, I wouldn't have revealed much either. Klein pondered the latter point and asked, "A trap prepared for the Rose School?" This time, it was Marič who responded, elaborating: "In the ancient highland kingdoms, mummification was a sacred custom reserved for the noble, and the pharaoh's mummies were particularly inviolable. When the coalition of Roon, Intis, and Feneport captured the kingdom, the royal lineage had already relocated the most important mummies, including the remains of successive pharaohs. "This time, a secret base of the highland resistance has been breached, and Roon soldiers discovered the mummy of Pharaoh Tutankhamun II in the lowest level, intending to transport it to Becland and deliver it to an unknown military institution for study." "To the descendants of the pharaoh, this is the greatest insult—they have both the motive and the opportunity to reclaim Tutankhamun's mummy. Among them, there is a half-divine figure named Makhamas, who serves not only as one of the principal leaders of the resistance but also as a key member of the Rose School, and is a student of the 'divine calamity' Seara." Klein nodded slightly. "Therefore, Tutankhamun's mummy might very well have been set as a lure by the Roon military to draw Makhamas in. Of course, it's also possible that the Rose School deliberately sacrificed the pharaoh's remains in order to eliminate you." He had originally intended to say that, with one of you at Sequence 6 and another at Sequence 5, it seemed unnecessary for the Rose School to go to such lengths—but then he recalled that the current leadership of the Rose School is driven by the 'indulgent faction,' which shows no restraint in its desire for retribution, and thus felt it inappropriate to judge them by ordinary human expectations. Moreover, besides luck, there might be some hidden support enabling Miss Sharon and Mariichi to escape the constraints of the "Tree of Desire" and successfully break free from the Rosary School—something that would surely be a primary target of the Rosary School's most focused attacks. Thoughts naturally formed in Caine's mind, though he didn't voice them. "Agreed," Mariichi said, rubbing his temple, as the volume of his earlier speech had evidently caused some mental and emotional fluctuations. Caine mused a moment before adding, "If it's the former scenario, then the situation is more complicated than I anticipated. To counter a demigod, and even a demigod with allies, the Roon military would need at least two extraordinary individuals of comparable strength to Mahams stationed in reserve. Beyond that, they would undoubtedly need to maintain a contingency buffer—such as a reserve of zero-level seals—to account for unforeseen developments. Unless they were operating near Beckland or in coordination with the three major churches, they would likely find it difficult to execute such a trap without significant strain." Sharon nodded slightly, affirming Sherlock Moriaty's assessment. Klein didn't dwell on the difficulties; instead, he said: "So we need more precise and detailed intelligence, enabling us to make more targeted preparations—only then can we achieve our objective." Before Sharon or Marij could respond, he added: "I know of a hidden entity capable of magical mirror divination. It strictly adheres to the principle of equivalent exchange. As long as you're willing to compromise your privacy or can endure behavior that involves significant embarrassment, you can obtain answers to many questions. Would you like to try?" "Let me summon them." In the realm of 'Black Divination,' who summons is also the one who bears the greatest risk. "What if they refuse to reveal their privacy or decline to undergo such an experience?" Marij asked, narrowing his eyes. Klein responded sincerely: "They will be struck by lightning—this will cause considerable harm." "Lightning strike... Marić had originally thought that a corpse's physical resilience would easily withstand direct damage, but he hadn't expected such a restrained form of undead lightning. After hesitating and glancing at Sharon, who gave him a confirming nod, he exhaled and said, 'Very well.' Kline said no more, reaching into his pocket for paper and pen, and then instructed, 'Prepare a mirror.' As soon as he finished speaking, a mirror the size of a palm appeared on the table. A courtly-style makeup mirror—Kline glanced at it—and sketched on the paper a symbol that blended the concepts of 'observation' and 'secrecy.'