Seeing Frank's smile, Gathelya felt a complex mix of emotions, then turned her gaze back toward the fishing village near the port where the "Future" was moored. No one could have imagined that this was a key outpost of the Mothar Monastery. To evade potential inquiries from the Aurora Order, Captain Gathelya and her fleet had been staying here for some time now! Rather than rushing to depart, she had decided to land and make use of the village's facilities to connect with her subordinates monitoring the craftsman Charleff in Bayam, thus assessing the situation and formulating a plan. Only with this foundation would the "Future" set sail, heading toward Bayam—the capital of the Rosted Islands—over several days' journey. At a glance, he saw Father Utravaski, dressed in a brown clerical robe and wearing a soft hat of a priest, standing like a mountain peak before the Life Saint Emblem, delivering a sermon to several believers who had come early in the morning. Emlyn didn't pause to look around; he simply walked straight into the back of the church and to his own room, where he skillfully donned his clerical robe. While wiping the candlesticks and other items, he waited for the believers to leave. About twenty minutes later, he finally found an opportunity to sit beside Bishop Utravaski, gazing at the Life Saint Emblem and speaking to himself: "Father, I have a question I'd like to ask you." The bishop, with sparse hair, light blue eyes, and several lines of expression, smiled and replied, "Go on." Emlyn paused for a breath, and then delivered the words he had反复 thought over the night before: "Suppose, I mean suppose, a distant relative deceives you, putting you and your friends in danger, even threatening your life, and this situation is not suitable for court—how would you punish him?" The priest, even while seated, seemed like a small mountain, speaking in a low, gentle tone: "First, you must determine whether the relative was merely negligent, made a mistake, or deliberately deceived you, leading you into a trap. If it's the former, your task is to counsel him, remind him, and instruct him—not merely to punish him. If it's the latter, you must then ascertain whether this is consistent with his usual behavior. 'Yes,' then, remove him. Otherwise, he will inevitably endanger others, harm the innocent." To end his life, return him to the earth, and restart the cycle—this is compassion, this is purification...”...clearing...The priest spoke of killing with a calmness, a naturalness, a serenity that surpassed even that of the "World" itself! Emlin's facial muscles subtly shifted, and he quickly interrupted Father Utravský: "No, he hasn't done this before. It's only because of certain reasons that he has chosen me this time. I—I don't wish to kill him for this." As soon as he finished speaking, Emlin froze, as if he had just clearly indicated that he himself was the victim, that this matter was an internal issue within the vampire lineage. Father Utravský glanced at him and smiled warmly: "Indeed, you have come to understand the preciousness of life." Emlin forced a smile: "Then, what punishment should be meted out to him?" "Father Utravski gazed toward the Life Saint Emblem and said, 'I do not advocate resorting to violence. You may bring him here, so that he may hear my sermon, read the sacred texts, come to appreciate the preciousness of life, feel the gentle compassion of the Mother Goddess, and labor for the sins he has committed.' Isn't this precisely what I have endured?... Emlyn paused, then found this proposal perfectly aligned with his intentions. It would neither result in the death of Ones Boyar nor merely entail a physical beating and demands for compensation—it was more importantly, not elevated to the level of conflict, thus avoiding internal strife within the bloodline! Of course, every solution has its drawbacks, and for Emlyn, the greatest challenge would be: how to bring Ones Boyar to the Harvest Church? Since he began volunteering here, every bloodline member in Becland has known to avoid this region, and Ones Boyar is no exception—therefore, he cannot be easily deceived into coming." And if forced by violence, Emlin questioned whether, with the ring bestowed by the primordial Lilith, and the powerful magical book leased from the "Magician" lady, he could not easily overcome Viscount Onnes de Bojal. Yet controlling the other would prove far more difficult—after all, he was a vampire viscount, equivalent to a remarkable figure of sequence 5, and though Onnes was not particularly old, he did have a solid collection. Under such circumstances, direct intervention would be hard to manage, and a misstep might result in a serious confrontation, contrary to Emlin's original intentions. Perhaps cooperation would be necessary... In Beckland, the Tarot Society had several members who, working together, could easily manage Onnes. Ah, but he must not reveal his identity—cooperation should unfold in stages, with minimal face-to-face meetings. As his thoughts flowed, Emlin made his decision: he would announce the task at the upcoming Tarot Society meeting next week, seeking their assistance. He gave a gentle nod, responding to Father Utzlovski's suggestion earlier: "That sounds quite promising. I'd like to remain calm for a few days before making a decision." Father Utzlovski nodded slightly, offering a quiet smile: "The journey from planting to harvest is a long one, requiring patience—your understanding of this seems clear." Of course, that's perfectly simple! Emlin tilted his chin slightly, habitually clasped his hands together, and began praying toward the Life Saint's emblem. It is clear that this means a test is imminent; if the psychological alchemy team remains cautious, they may have already reported the matter, and perhaps a member of the council is quietly observing the situation. While Audrey still cannot fully assess the terrifying potential of the high-tier "audience" members, she can already envision their performance in certain domains, which leaves her increasingly tense and apprehensive—fearful of being noticed with flaws. "Actually, I should have delayed a bit longer. Though the timing I chose and the emotions I displayed align perfectly with psychological logic—delaying the meeting would surely raise suspicion—still, it's more important than a little suspicion that the World gentleman returns from the Southern Continent. That way, I can simply arrange to meet them all at the Foundation, without worrying that the high-sequence 'audiences' will notice anything out of the ordinary... Oh, Odile, you still haven't thought deeply enough!" Odile silently sighed a few times, offering herself a quiet reassurance to calm her emotions. In the afternoon, she didn't rush to leave the Roon Charitable Scholarship Fund, sitting in her office, lowering her head and clasping her hands, softly praying to the "Fool." Only after completing this did she take her maid Anne and her large dog, Susie, and board her own carriage to head to Stephen Hampres' home. As the carriage began to move, Odile suddenly saw a brilliant column of light appear before her. A column of golden light bore down, and an angel descended slowly—glowing with radiant light, her back adorned with twelve pairs of wings composed of flame, which first enveloped her layer by layer, then gradually dissipated. Audrey’s vision quickly returned to normal. With a subtle glance at her personal maid Anne and the golden-haired dog Susie, she noticed neither of them had perceived the scene. Different from the angels of old… As the figure of the " Fool" revived, his angels were also recovering more fully? A slight smile played at the corner of her lips, and Audrey suppressed it, her confidence now firmly settled. Less than half an hour later, her carriage stopped at the doorstep of Stephen Hampres. After handing her hand to Anne, Audrey stepped down from the carriage and walked to the door, watching her attendant ring the bell. Not long after, Islandt opened the door and, as always, led Audrey directly to the first-floor sitting room, while Anne and Susie were escorted into the living room to wait. At the doorway of the living room, Eslantr extended his hand, firmly pressing the handle and making a formal gesture of invitation. This... Odile had a faint sense of intuition, yet she remained composed, stepping steadily through the opened door. Eslantr did not enter; instead, he closed the living room door behind him. Odile turned her gaze forward and saw, on the single sofa directly facing the entrance, an elderly man seated quietly. He wore a shirt, vest, and formal suit in blue-gray stripes, with a subtle crimson tie. His hair, now completely white yet still thick, gave off a calm, refined presence. His eyes—deep blue and seemingly brimming with wisdom and knowledge—were only slightly lined, especially around the forehead, with little else showing signs of age. Odile recognized him: he was the royal advisor, Hervin Lembis! Of course, Odile had already learned of this man's hidden role at the Tarot Society: he was a member of the Psychological Alchemy Council! She didn't conceal her surprise, for she was indeed surprised—though she had guessed that Hewin Lambis would come, she had assumed he would only observe from the sidelines, letting Hilbert or Stephen speak on his behalf. "Are you surprised?" Hewin Lambis asked with a smile. He then rose and bowed. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Odile." Odile deliberately opened her mouth, then closed it again, before responding with a complex smile. "I'm not sure how to address you." Hewin Lambis chuckled. "As usual." He indicated the sofa beside him. "Please sit down and let's talk." Odile took a quiet, deep breath, maintained a gentle smile, and moved slowly toward the sofa, settling into it with a comfortable yet slightly reserved distance between them.