Leonard's expression paused slightly before settling back to normal. He now remembered that Doane Thantès was working with the military to sell a batch of rifles and artillery to Xibayang. So, it was only natural that this gentleman should appear on a military airship—surprising, yes, but not out of place. The only question was: why was he heading to Xibayang so soon? Wasn't Amun's arrival adding some pressure? With a quick thought, Leonard leveled his gaze and, together with his teammates, walked up the gangway to the second level, entering a spacious lounge that was exclusively theirs. Not long after the "Red Glove" members settled into their seats, a low, steady rumble, the turning of propellers, and various grinding sounds began, causing slight vibrations in the floor and walls. The vibrations grew stronger, turning into sways, and the airship rocked upward, gradually regaining its steady balance. Klein had already settled into his seat, buckled in securely, and was curiously surveying the surroundings, experiencing a sense of flight unlike anything he'd known before. "The takeoff wasn't very smooth, and the altitude was quite low, but the turbulence was fairly manageable—no storms encountered, I suppose—though I'm not quite sure how they manage that..." Klein gazed out the window to the diagonal ahead, remaining firmly seated, neither loosening his seatbelt nor considering moving around. The skeleton's eye sockets burned with dark flames, and in the hand hanging downward, he held a stack of folded letters. Mr. Azk's messenger... had finally regained his solid form? Kline was astonished and reached to take the letters. But only when the resistance from his waist and abdomen reminded him of the safety belt did he remember. As he reached out to untie it, the bone messenger crouched down and pressed the papers into his palm. Kline paused, raised his head, and gently nodded to the dark-flame-filled eye sockets as a gesture of acknowledgment. He understood why the messenger had only partially emerged through the floor in the lower level—this was a military airship. Besides the just-arrived "Red Gloves," there were likely other extraordinary beings aboard, too, who possessed intuition and a certain degree of "spirit sight," enabling them to perceive the messenger's presence, albeit faintly. Yet, I don't think it's proper to simply crouch and deliver the letters like this... I'd rather it be as it used to be. Klein mumbled a few words, watching the messenger dissolve into slender, ethereal white bones that cascaded down like a waterfall to the ground. "Having said that, she shifted her tone and casually asked, 'It seems there are others aboard this airship besides you and us?' At the same time, the officer opened the wine cabinet and replied, 'Yes. A merchant, named D'Artagnan Thonson, has a certain collaboration with the Ministry of Defense.' D'Artagnan Thonson... Daili paused slightly, her gaze shifting slightly. 'What kind of collaboration?' To her right, Leonard Mitchell unconsciously adjusted his posture, shifting from resting his right foot on his left leg to his left foot on his right leg. 'I'm not entirely sure,' the officer shook his head, 'it seems he's leveraging the gentleman's experience in the southern continent.' 'The southern continent...' Daili repeated the term thoughtfully, and then decided not to pursue further questions. ........ In the small room across the way, Caine had already unfolded the letter and was reading it attentively. This indeed came from Azk Egers, who stated that his previous experiences had helped him recover more memories, which he had needed to digest and restore through sleep, and thus had not been able to reply promptly. Kline finally relaxed, his mood pleasant, and turned his gaze toward the remaining content. Regarding the ethereal harvester, Azk described: “...this is a relatively cunning, scarce being, exceptionally adept at concealment and thus difficult to detect. One key advantage lies in its strong aggressiveness, though it poses a high level of danger—despite possessing near Sequence 4 strength, one must remain exceptionally cautious, for otherwise, one might inadvertently become one of its soul fragments. Its specific characteristics... I'm not quite clear on, nor do I recall the regions where ethereal harvesters are most frequently active. I recommend you seek out 'the Radiant Light,' El-Moria, who is particularly kind to humanity, eager to answer such inquiries, and holds the appropriate authority. The essence of the ritual lies in the correct invocation name and symbolic signs. Once you have gathered clues about the ethereal harvesters, you may wait a while—I may be able to offer some assistance thereafter.” How could I possibly do this...? Caine raised his right hand and gently pressed on both sides of his mouth. He then flipped through the pages and glanced at the final one: “…Similarly, at the right time, I’ll help you seal that glove once again. I’m not unwilling to teach you the method—I simply believe you won’t be able to accomplish it. It requires the power of the Underworld; at the very least, only the 'Undead' can achieve it. Well, I should be able to free up my time soon—I remember you mentioned the Death God’s ring…” Mr. Azk seemed to have changed little, at least not evident from the letter. Caine slowly exhaled, then gently shook the paper in his hand, lighting it on fire, and watched as it turned to ash and drifted into the trash can welded firmly to the ground. Although he didn't know precisely where the spirit-hunting beings from the spirit realm were most frequently encountered, he could initially deduce that this descendant of the Death God also had no memory of Caldrón City, and vaguely infer that the enigmatic spirit-city was likely unrelated to the Underworld—otherwise, Mr. Azk, who had already re-established contact with the Underworld, would surely have recalled some details. Still, he decided to inquire about Caldrón City in his reply letter. After all, one must always hold hope. Moreover, he should mention to Mr. Azk that he has arrived on the Southern Continent. Klein carefully considered how to compose his letter. Yet, he didn't immediately begin writing, fearing that summoning the messenger might stir the inspirations of the other extraordinary beings aboard the aerial vessel. As his gaze shifted, Klein once again looked out the window, where the sky outside was deep black and still, quiet and serene. ... gazing at the deep black sky, the red moon partially veiled by layers of clouds, Gauthieria withdrew her gaze, picked up her pen, and carefully wrote: "The answer to that question is that neither of the two options is correct." At first, she had been puzzled—why hadn't the Queen directly asked what "homeland" meant, instead offering two speculative interpretations? Wouldn't that easily lead to an ineffective resolution of the issue? But after reflection, she came to believe the Queen was more thoughtful than she had initially assumed. Facing a concealed entity possibly of ancient divine origin, and with only about a dozen or so diary pages provided cumulatively—each exchange involving a corresponding resolution—it was difficult, even with the most valuable three pages, to adequately address such a fundamental question as the Emperor Rossel's innermost spiritual and emotional home. Perhaps this hidden secret was even more significant than a single "Card of Desecration." Yet the Queen seemed deeply committed to this question, unwilling to consider alternatives, so she specifically added two options in hopes of either eliminating one or confirming it. Relatively speaking, this diminished the question's significance—exactly in line with the principle of equivalent exchange. While her thoughts drifted, Cadryl recalled past experiences: when she was younger, receiving instruction in various subjects, the Queen occasionally posed questions to her and explained that during the process of answering, there were three opportunities to simplify the challenge—first, to request the elimination of one incorrect option; second, to ask a designated person aboard for assistance; third, to pray to one of the Seven Lights of the Spirit Realm for an answer, provided she could complete the ritual herself. Clearly, the "Mysterious Queen" had chosen the first method to ease the difficulty. Had the Queen herself experienced something similar in her youth? After eliminating two incorrect options, she still didn't know how far she was from the correct answer—Cadryea's expression softened instinctively, and she wrote: "According to the intelligence I've received, a storm is brewing in Becland. I hope you're well." She hadn't directly mentioned the matter involving the Deputy Director of MI9 and the Royal Advisor, since it was information shared during the Tarot gathering, not something she had personally raised. To disclose it directly to the Queen would require the silent approval of Mr. The Fool. She folded the letter and summoned the messenger of the "Mysterious Queen," Bernadette. Danziz exhaled sharply, "Go get a dictionary! Your gestures are far more reliable than this. In a few days, I might just learn a few common words!" Anderson, with his left hand gloved in black, stroked his chin. "Were your gloves made from the giant's remains? What are the negative effects?" Danziz replied immediately, "My actions have become impulsive—I often act before thinking through the issue..." As he spoke, he grew quiet.