Hewen Lambis lifted the porcelain tea cup beside him, took a sip, and glanced at Audrey, seated with impeccable posture and no trace of stiffness. With a warm smile, he said, "You don't need to be so formal. You've seen me before, haven't you? I still remember two years ago when you even discussed Bermain's moral philosophy and Consiesso's pragmatism with me." Audrey maintained a gentle smile and replied, "I simply find it difficult to connect you with a member of the Psychological Alchemy Council." Hewen had not yet introduced himself as such, but this was a reasonable inference based on Audrey's understanding of the Psychological Alchemy Council and the current context. Hewen shifted his right leg and smiled softly, "That doesn't matter at all. Just remember: our Psychological Alchemy Council is an organization established to study knowledge in the realm of the mind. We lean more toward scholarship than administrative duties. After all, if it's scholarship, you can quite simply regard any of our members as professors at a university." "If Audrey hadn't previously learned from Mr. World that Hervin Lambis had been secretly orchestrating Caron's suicide, she would have seen him only as a learned, amiable, and witty scholar—never arrogant—no matter how closely she observed him. But now, with her guard up, she no longer trusted the surface impressions so readily. As she watched him, carefully organizing her thoughts, she deliberately kept her focus scattered, maintaining a lively and fluid mental activity to avoid being unconsciously hypnotized. At that moment, her mind suddenly grew hazy, as if she saw seven streams of pure, luminous light—each radiating an infinite reservoir of knowledge—seen countless forms that were difficult to describe in physical terms, densely filling the upper space and enveloping everything. This was the spiritual sky—the reflection of the spirit world at the level of the mind!" Beneath the spiritual sky lies a profound, deep-sea expanse, where each drop of water seems to carry a beam of light, embodying a spark of consciousness or an imprint. Nearby, several islands rise from the sea, one of which belongs to Audrey herself. She is fully aware that this represents a symbolic manifestation of her own consciousness—the part visible above sea level corresponds to what she can perceive and grasp, while the portion submerged beneath the "sea water" reflects the deeper, less accessible layers of her consciousness that remain elusive and unattainable. Floating above the island, when gazing downward, Audrey first notices vast expanses of solitary, quiet grayness that obscure her view, revealing only the immense, dark contours of the unconscious and the shimmering, ethereal ocean of collective unconsciousness, from which she gains only limited insights. Audrey was puzzled about how she had entered this strange state, when suddenly she saw beneath the island, in the deeper reaches of the unconscious ocean, vast grayish waves parting like tides, revealing a stone staircase that had appeared at some point in time. A figure surged upward with the speed of a flash, almost instantly entering Audrey’s field of vision. His hair was thick but completely white, dressed in a standard three-piece suit and striped gray-blue trousers, with a dark red tie at his collar; his forehead bore deep lines—this was Hervin Lambis! Compared to the version seated on the sofa, this Lambis exuded a gloomy air, devoid of any smile, his head slightly bowed as though examining the deeper layers of Audrey’s unconscious mind. In just a few steps, he had crossed from the collective unconscious ocean into Audrey’s conscious island, stepping from the submerged realm onto the emergent, visible part of the landscape—like a silent visitor who had arrived without permission or knock. After arriving on the island, Hwen Lambis lifted his head. Part of his skin had turned gray and scaled, and his eyes, golden, remained upright—expressionless. Floating in midair, Audrey watched this scene and now fully understood: This was the realm of the mind, composed of the spiritual sky, the collective unconscious ocean, and the personal consciousness islands! Thanks to the blessing bestowed by the angel known as "The Fool," Hwen Lambis’s subtle infiltration of her mental body and inner world through the collective unconscious had triggered an "alert." That force had separated her most essential self-awareness, enabling her to now manipulate all that unfolded on the island beneath the spiritual sky—thus countering true mind-reading. What a marvel! No, Hwen Lambis is truly obnoxious! So uncivilized—uninvited, unannounced, simply barging into someone’s home! Audrey murmured a few remarks in midair. Understanding her own situation, she subtly influenced the changes in the "island" while responding to Herwin Lambis, who sat calmly on the sofa: "I'm also quite reserved when dealing with university professors." As she spoke, Audrey let the inner island murmur: This is absolutely not a good metaphor—being a committee member of the Psychological Alchemy Council at her age, he should at least be a Sequence 4, a being half-god, half-human, naturally inspiring awe and restraint! Herwin Lambis on the sofa immediately chuckled: "Then I won't press you. I heard from Hilbert about your achievements—he said you advanced from 'psychologist' to 'hypnotist' in just a few months. I'm curious—how did you manage that? By the way, I've also heard your answer to Island, about being bold in applying new methods. I'd like to hear more specific details." At this moment, Hewin Lambis of the "Island of the Mind" gazed steadily at his surroundings, listening intently to the sounds that echoed around him. Audrey had anticipated this, deliberately hesitating, pausing for several seconds before saying, "It's simply the literal meaning—'willingness to apply.' Well... let me put it this way: in my long-term plans, becoming a psychiatrist has always been one of my options. Now that I've developed such exceptional abilities, I'm certain I'd be very eager to try them out—very eager to use them to help people around me address their mental or psychological concerns." As she spoke, she seemed a little embarrassed by the somewhat naive nature of this response, and the "Island of the Mind" faithfully reflected that. Pausing slightly, Audrey continued, "During this process, I've found myself growing more and more in command of the power of potions. Then one day, I suddenly felt as though something within me had shattered with a loud crack, blending into my blood, and allowing me to glimpse one after another of shimmering, ethereal stars. Mr. Lembis, what does that mean?" "I don't know why, but since that day, I've been certain that I can become a 'hypnotist.' This might simply be an unconscious hint." After saying this, Audrey deliberately made a childlike gesture—tucking her tongue out—something she would never normally do, to prove that she had indeed been a little embarrassed, as playing the role of a 'psychologist' felt no different from playing a princess as a child. Embarrassment often means one is speaking the truth. Herwen Lembis nodded gently. "You have real talent—having discovered the 'acting method' on your own." "The 'acting method'?" Audrey expressed genuine astonishment and bewilderment, which quickly gave way to a growing sense of clarity. Herwen Lambis smiled kindly and said, "That's exactly what you've understood—interpreting the essence of the potion's name and embodying it through corresponding principles. This method effectively aids in digesting the potion and mitigating its negative impacts. "However, prior to Sequence 6, we did not encourage members to adopt this approach to accelerate the digestion of potions, so we never taught it. We never expected you to discover it on your own." "Why not?" Audrey asked sincerely, still puzzled. Herwen sighed and replied, "This approach risks making members lose their authentic selves; in some cases, they may even be gradually absorbed and transformed by the lingering effects of the potion. In short, the first three sequences focus on gradually mastering power, steadily adapting to the extraordinary, and deepening, sharpening, and maturing one's self-awareness—this foundation proves essential for effectively addressing challenges arising from the 'embodiment method' later on." "Of course, I can only offer my opinion on the 'audience' approach. As for the other extraordinary paths, I'm not sure whether they will be similar—clearly, the paths focused on the mind will always differ slightly in terms of self-awareness." Audrey couldn't tell whether Hewin Lambis was lying, only that there was some merit to what he said, though not entirely accurate. The small 'Sun' had mentioned one key note under the 'role-playing' method: "Remember, you are merely playing." That felt more appropriate. Indeed, I've always strictly adhered to it, and will continue to do so. Audrey, don't slack off—starting now, pay close attention to strengthening self-awareness! In the 'Card of the Fool's' view, this must surely be just a minor issue, already encompassed within the phrase "you are merely playing." Yet for ordinary people, it might be quite significant. As Audrey's thoughts swiftly turned, she asked proactively: "Could you elaborate more specifically on this 'role-playing' method?" Hewen Lambis explained it in more detail and then said, "You indeed have the talent and qualifications to apply for the Sequence 5 'Dream Walker' potion formula. However, before that, I will assign you a series of tasks—this is both a matter of fairness and an opportunity to develop your capabilities. Once you reach Sequence 5, you will lead two to three psychological study groups. Every judgment and decision you make will shape the future of your team members, even their lives. Therefore, we cannot promote someone who lacks strong administrative and organizational skills to Sequence 5." "I understand," Audrey agreed without hesitation. "What is the first task?" Hewen Lambis smiled. "A simple but somewhat long-term assignment—each of your contributions will be counted toward your progress." "Having said that, he sighed: 'The divide between the New Party and the Conservative Party is growing wider, and their conflicts are multiplying. A certain level of fragmentation has now emerged within the kingdom. I hope you will pay close attention to Lord Holborne's stance—particularly his views on certain proposals or matters—and convey them to me. Rest assured, this will not harm him; we simply wish to bridge the growing rift.' The last part of his statement, however, lacked logical foundation—it was merely a promise. Yet, when Odile, on her 'Island of the Mind,' raised her right hand and gently pressed it to her temple, Odile suddenly found his words deeply convincing and entirely credible. She became aware of the discrepancy immediately, as she regained clarity in the floating, semi-material realm."