Above an endless expanse of gray mist, within the grand and ancient palace: "I've discovered a painting of the 'Master of the Storm' distorted—appears to be a relic left behind by members of the Redeemer Roses... Ah, the 'Red Angel' Medici was one of the founders of the Redeemer Roses..." Kaine sat in the high-backed chair belonging to the ' Fool,' quietly gazing at the deep crimson star representing the 'Hanged Man.' Through the feedback from the latter, he had essentially confirmed that the spirit inhabiting Iness Zangwei was indeed the 'Red Angel' spirit! Amid the timeless silence, Kaine remained motionless at the head of the weathered long table, as if transformed into a statue of a deity. For some indeterminate length of time, he barely nodded, then slowly exhaled. His form then faded, returning to the real world, where he resumed his deep slumber—without any plans, nor any thought given to Iness Zangwei or matters concerning her. Woke up naturally to dawn, Caine turned over in bed and repeated the habitual motions he had performed over the past few days, stepping barefoot to the window and drawing aside the curtain. Outside the inn, Danyz, dressed in the traditional Sibaran attire but wearing an additional cloak, hurried toward the square on the right. As Caine had learned from his earlier report, Danyz was scheduled to meet with certain members of the local ruling authority today to gauge their stance on military supplies. Anderson did not follow, letting his golden, short hair grow slightly more disheveled, and strolled slowly to the edge of the square, finding a spot to sit. Then he draped a comically oversized doll over his left hand, beginning a puppet show for the passing pedestrians. With one person and one puppet, their voices distinct and full of witty exchanges, they engaged in playful banter that drew considerable attention. The only issue was that they spoke in Intis, not Dutan—so few could understand, and after only a brief observation, the onlookers dispersed. Klein gazed at the strongest hunter of the Mist Sea, his expression unchanged, his eyes showing no sign of contemplation. ………… Eastern Baylang, the temporary office of the Sost "Red Glove" team. Cindy, with her wine-red hair, entered carrying several telegrams, speaking with evident excitement: "we've found some new leads!" "What kind of leads?" Sost set down his porcelain coffee cup, and Lennard, Daili, and the others turned their attention toward the doorway. As she handed the telegrams to the captain, Cindy said: "The phrase the Great Roxel spoke—'Every path walked leaves a trace'—is truly accurate. We've found multiple witnesses who have seen Ins. Zanggwell at several locations, forming a complete trail of his movements." "It becomes evident that Ins. Zangwei's actions seem contradictory—he consistently approaches the colonial islands near Intis, only to pull back after a brief stay, then approach again, only to distance himself once more, as if in a continuous cycle of doing, doing..." Isn't this precisely what Klein described as inconsistent language and actions? Leonard felt a surge of delight and promptly suggested a fitting adjective to Cindy: "a wave-like motion." "Exactly! Wave-like!" Cindy exhaled in relief and went on, "Also, Ins. Zangwei has eliminated several Intis military spies and acquired multiple extraordinary materials. I wonder what he intends to achieve." "Well," Leonard paused and thought carefully, "what specific pathways did Ins. Zangwei use to acquire these extraordinary materials?" "There are materials obtained through the 'Warrior' pathway, the 'Hunter' pathway, and the 'Songstress' pathway," Cindy indicated, pointing to the several telegrams currently being read by Captain Sostre. Indeed, there was a path of the "Hunter"... Leonard, who had consistently failed to find an excuse or an opportunity to draw his teammates' attention to clues related to the "Hunter," silently exhaled, now fully convinced of Kline's speculation—believing it to be the truth. How should he now guide everyone to uncover the fact that Inz was possessed by a malevolent spirit from the path of the "Hunter"? Leonard pondered deeply, until after Sostre read the telegrams and distributed them to the other members, a spark of inspiration struck him—deciding to take a risk. Before speaking, he instinctively glanced at Dailie Simon, the woman dressed as a medium, who gently pressed her palms together, signaling that she didn't need to rush and stop trying. Dailie's message seemed to be that it wasn't yet the right moment—they needed to wait for a better opportunity. As Leonard hesitated, he noticed Dailie gently waving the telegram she was holding, then looked around and said, "I have an idea." "What idea?" Sostre asked. Dai Li smiled. "I suspect Ins. Zangwei has been possessed by spirits." That's saying it! Leonard was startled. Before Sostre, Cindy, or anyone else could ask questions, Dai Li continued: "Ins. Zangwei used to be a 'Gatekeeper,' now he's a 'Night Watchman.' He can house spirits within his body, draw upon their power, and with the help of '0-08,' if I were him, I'd certainly seek out even stronger spirits to maximize my own strength. "When the spirits aren't fully under his control and begin to rebel, Ins. Zangwei will exhibit inconsistent behavior—this explains the issues in the telegrams. "Also, haven't we always wondered why Ins. Zangwei has been reaching out to key members of the Spirit Church, making various speculations about the reasons? Perhaps his real intention is to enlist their help in expelling, purifying, or fully controlling the spirits!" Sostre paused, weighing his words. "It's certainly possible—but this is largely based on your subjective intuition. How did you arrive at this? What specific details inspired you?" Leonard felt unexpectedly nervous, while Dyke chuckled. "It's just a woman's sixth sense—like knowing you and the others, sometimes even before you're fully aware of your own thoughts. And since we're discussing and analyzing, we need to list out all the possibilities, then systematically eliminate them as we gather actual evidence. That way, we can arrive at the right answer. So we must think broadly—brave enough to propose even the most outlandish ideas. Based on the details coming in now, I believe my intuition might actually be on the right track." Dyke really knows how to speak—at least, I'm convinced. Did she deliberately suggest the ghostly possession idea to protect me, someone with secrets, and shift the risk onto herself? Regarding the matter of Inez Zangewell, she seems willing to shoulder everything... Leonard felt a sudden clarity, moved by a deep sense of reflection. After hearing Dailie's response, Sostre gave a slight nod. "Indeed, when discussing, one must not limit one's thinking. The possibility of a spirit possession is truly substantial. I will report this to the Lady of the Eyes, and have the Archbishop and senior officials coordinate the follow-up investigation. After all, we know so little about '0–08.' " "At the same time, Leonard Mitchell and Dalia Simonis have begun to suspect that the spirit possessing Ins. Zanggeweil belongs to the 'Hunter' path..." A classical quill, untouched by ink, seemed to be held by an invisible hand, writing swiftly across a plain notebook. Suddenly, a slightly pale hand reached out and grasped the quill. The owner of that hand had dark gold hair, a refined facial structure reminiscent of a classical statue, one eye deep blue nearly black, the other veined with fine, visible blood vessels. With a steady pressure on his wrist, he continued writing: "But is this truly the truth? Will everything unfold exactly as Dalia Simonis, Leonard Mitchell, and the Sost 'Red Glove' team had anticipated?" Yet, thanks to years of training and the experience from the past year, he remained calm, neither rushing to conclude nor forcing himself to suppress his fear, patiently awaiting the chief’s next command. In Colin Iliad’s eyes, two complex, deep-green symbols emerged, clearly defining the fog-drenched streets and the figures who appeared normal yet remained motionless. Suddenly, he exhaled sharply, bending one knee and gripping the two straight swords planted into the ground with both hands. Just behind his neck, his dark-blue skin swelled slightly, and intricate, mysterious symbols—part ethereal, part tangible—began to spread, extending into higher or lower layers. At the same time, “The Shepherd” Loviya emitted a sharp cry, raised her hands, pressed them to her head, and expelled several clumps of pulsating flesh. Silver armor, faint and elusive, surfaced subtly on her palms and across her body, overlapping with her own form. Stop. "Hunter" Colin spoke softly after a moment. Darien immediately ended the illumination, allowing the thin mist to obscure the figures one by one and restore the profound silence over the ancient city of Nors. Everything soon returned to its former state. Colin Iliad rose slowly, his gaze steady and focused on the towers, churches, and other buildings faintly visible through the mist. "This place has changed since I first explored it, and I'm not sure why." He turned his gaze to his team, surveying them. "What do you think?" Loviya, the "Shepherd," had already knelt to gather several clumps of blood that had fallen earlier, but instead of immediately placing them in her mouth to chew and swallow, she spoke up: "Perhaps we should try a different direction and explore other entrances to the city of Nors. Maybe we'll find something there." She had always maintained a calm, observant demeanor—this was the first time she expressed her own thoughts and offered her opinions.