As Klein finished his final stroke, the lighting in the third table tennis room dimmed slightly. Gentle ripples spread across the small makeup mirror's surface, gradually deepening into a quiet, shadowed hue. Then, one after another, blood-red words emerged clearly: "Pose your questions." The scene was profoundly eerie—so much so that even if the one across from them were a spectral ghost or a living corpse, they were momentarily stunned, unable to speak. Only Klein remained smiling, as if accustomed to this entire sequence. He had previously instructed the "magic mirror," Arōdes, not to ask overly difficult or deeply personal questions, nor to behave like a mere servant. If it hadn't been for Sharon and Marič, who asked the most pertinent questions, Klein would have preferred to handle everything personally, keeping the existence of this helper entirely hidden. After a few seconds of silence, Marijich took two steps forward and reached the table, opening his mouth. At that moment, Sharon's soft, yet emotionally neutral voice suddenly rose: "I'll ask." Without waiting for Marijich to respond, she rose gently, as if floating, and looked toward the mirror: "Is the mummy of Thutmose II a trap set by the Roon military specifically against the Rose faction?" The originally blood-red text on the mirror suddenly melted and slid down, leaving behind smudges; only one word remained, slowly shifting and distorting into: "Yes." "Indeed, it's the Lune military's trap targeting the Rose School. This allows us to initially rule out any conspiracy on the part of the Rose School against Miss Sharon and Marshal Marič. The risk involved—far exceeding the combined value of a Sequence 5 and a Sequence 6—is simply too great. Even if the Rose School members are eager for retribution, no one would go that far unless they had originally intended to target the Lune military, and in doing so, bring the traitor into the fold. But if that were the case, the ideal battlefield should have been the southern continent or at sea—not near Bekland. No one truly knows how many formidable adversaries are hidden here... As his thoughts drifted, Caine observed the mirror's surface returning to its deep, serene state, now displaying fresh crimson text: "By the principle of parity, it is now my turn to ask questions. Should you answer incorrectly or lie, you shall face consequences." Rather cooperative—no demands for performance art or theatricality... Caine glanced toward the table, barely nodding his head. At this moment, the previous sentences slowly faded, giving way to new words: "You..." The blood-streaked word hung for a full three seconds before continuing: "...answer the relationship between the 'Bound God' and the 'Desire Mother Tree.' For some reason, Caine felt the hue of the blood in the latter part of the sentence had grown slightly paler than before. Fortunately, the question was neither out of place nor particularly demanding, and he genuinely wished to know the answer. "Suddenly, the oracles began to include words like 'indulgence' and 'liberation,' and many people gradually changed, returning to the ancient, blood-soaked traditions of primitive rituals. Eventually, some senior members of the school began to quietly assert that the 'Bound God' is the embodiment of the 'Tree of Desire.' It sounds as though the 'Bound God' is being gradually infiltrated or even replaced by the 'Tree of Desire.' If this deity once held the rank of Sequence 0, then indeed the 'Tree of Desire' must be extraordinarily formidable—hence, the hostility it has generated among all other gods. Yet, the 'Bound God' might not necessarily have been Sequence 0; it could very well be a fully realized expression of 'Uniqueness,' or perhaps even two angels of Sequence 1, or even slightly weaker—currently, there isn't enough information to confirm this. Klein furrowed his brow, reflecting on the matter of the 'Tree of Desire.' At this moment, Sharon shifted and asked: 'What are the specific issues with the mummy of Thutmose II?' " The surface of the makeup mirror shimmered, the blood-red words pulsing and shifting, eventually forming a complete sentence: "It is filled with curses, an embodiment of them, capable of transforming into a wight on its own." Is this mummy composed entirely of "curses"? No wonder it is the remains of a high-sequence strength wielder... How should this be resolved? Klein turned his head to Miss Sharon and Marshal Marijich, noting their calm expressions—neither surprised nor startled, as if they had known this all along. This calmness implied they already possessed a solution; indeed, Sharon rarely displayed any emotion, always remaining serene. On one hand, it was hard to restrain the natural impulse to pose questions that were difficult to answer; on the other, mindful of my instructions, it had to suppress its own voice. Kline smiled thoughtfully. Sharon, with her elaborate and refined gown, stood there silently for a moment before gently opening her lips: "At first, I simply wanted to avoid being treated unfairly. Now, I possess the ability to protect myself and my companions, and also, the strength to seek vengeance—and to spread the ideals of restraint. If everyone could exercise restraint over their desires, there would be no wars, no killings, no countless sufferings." Kline found this somewhat surprising, as in his experience, Sharon rarely spoke in such a manner. This doesn't mean that the other person won't speak at length—rather, even when she does elaborate, she remains remarkably restrained, offering minimal elaboration. As she simply recounted the sequence of events in response to the first question, it seemed she said a great deal, yet every word was objective and devoid of superfluous subjectivity. Now, however, the addition she made afterward appears notably more verbose, in contrast to her usual style. Is this a viewpoint she has been repeatedly pondering and suppressing for a long time? Suddenly, a vivid image of the turbulent realities on the Southern Continent surged into Caine's mind—the land teeming with unrest, where indigenous peoples are enslaved, where the lower classes perish in waves from hunger and disease, and where wars constantly erupt and human sacrifices are regularly performed. If I had been born on the Southern Continent and had lived until now, I would certainly also hope for world peace and people's contentment. Indeed, Sharon and Mariqi don't quite resemble the typical Southern Continent features. I recall that some upper-class figures in ancient highland and Pas kingdoms were actually from the Northern Continent—this makes sense, since before the Death God's fall, there was reliable maritime communication between the two continents. Moreover, when Sharon mentioned her desire for vengeance, the word she used carried little weight, as though she no longer held strong hope or intense longing. Kline remained silent, listening attentively as Sharon presented one detail after another and answered each question in turn. After clarifying the details about Tutankhamun II's mummy, Sharon asked again: "Besides Mahamis, which high-sequence strong individuals are involved in this trap?" On the surface of the dressing mirror, ripples stirred and then settled into a brilliant glow, illuminating everything else completely—nothing else remained visible. With Aroldes' capabilities, it should have involved angels or "Level 0" seal objects—so an accurate answer couldn't be provided... Caine withdrew his gaze, smiled gently at Miss Sharlen and Mariqi: "It's about as I expected—The Ruhn military has reserved quite a bit of room." Sharlen nodded slightly, still gazing at the dressing mirror, waiting for the hidden presence to pose its question. The blood-colored words flowed smoothly, no longer fragmented as before, emerging in a continuous stream: "What is your opinion of your teacher?" Teacher? Miss Sharlen indeed has a teacher... Of course—being part of the Moderation faction, maintaining their path within the already decaying Rosicrucian tradition must have required someone providing protection... That must be one of the reasons she and Mariqi were able to escape. Caine now looked forward to Sharlen's response with growing clarity. Sharlen pressed her lips and said: "I deeply admire Him." ...Using "Him"? Caine was so surprised he nearly lost his smile. Among the major extraordinary organizations, including the Divine Church, earthly angels are exceptionally rare—there are often only one or two. He had initially thought that Miss Sharlen’s teacher was a Sequence 4 or Sequence 3 Saint, someone as powerful as "Oceanus" Ayn Kortman. But then, the use of the pronoun "Him/Her/It"—a distinct word from "he," "she," or "it" in Rûn, ancient Vassak, as well as in the Dwarf and Elf languages—was a revelation. "I have no further questions, thank you for your help," Sharon said slowly, lifting her skirt gently and bowing. As her words settled, the dressing mirror suddenly returned to normal, and the light in the table tennis room no longer dimmed. Turning to Caine, she spoke with a voice that was completely steady. "Let's set this matter aside for now." It was clearly evident that she understood what the glowing form conveyed in its final response. Caine, however, shook his head slightly and smiled gently. "No need to rush your decision. I'd like to ask you a few more questions—there may still be an opportunity, one that won't involve too much risk." At least my divination results suggest this is possible! he thought to himself. "What would you like to know?" Mariqi asked, eager to interject.