Ending the individual conversations, Caine turned to "World" Germaine Sparrow, asking her to convey a message to "The Hidden One," Gauthieria: "Please tell 'The Enigmatic Queen' that I would like to meet with her soon to discuss certain matters. The specific time and place shall be determined by her." "The Enigmatic Queen"? It suddenly dawned on "The Hidden One" Ms. Gauthieria that she represented the sovereign ruler above the five seas. "The Star," Leonard, was momentarily taken aback, then gradually came to understand. What matters? Gauthieria, slightly cautious, furrowed her brows: "I will pass on your message, but I cannot guarantee her agreement." "Understood." Germaine Sparrow nodded briefly, indicating that there was no issue. At last, "Sol" Deric found his opportunity and spoke: "Everyone..." He glanced briefly at both "The Ten" and "The World" before continuing, "My ritual for becoming a 'Priest of Light' took place in pure darkness—my entire body was buried within blocks of ice that normally wouldn't melt. Indeed, in Silver City, such ice is readily available. But how exactly do you create both pure and safe darkness?" It was truly simple and sincere of the young "Sol" to have such a ritual. "Justice" Odile, lacking both experience and insight, could offer no effective advice and instead turned her gaze toward the person in her mind who could solve this very issue: "The World" Mr. Germain Sparo. At this very moment, "The World" raises a hand to press gently on her temple, while Caine, the " Fool," rapidly formulates solutions in his mind: Hmm. If this were outside, pure darkness would be easy to achieve—solid ice that normally wouldn't melt would be the real challenge. But in Silver City, it's exactly the opposite. The darkness there is dangerously unstable: one might simply vanish into nothing, or be attacked by strange, monstrous creatures. I could ask Leonard to provide some incantations from the domain of Night, drawing upon the mysterious powers of the gray mist above, and use the humble "Sun"’s prayers to create an artificial darkness for him. The issue, however, is that I can't be certain beforehand whether this artificial darkness will also bring the very dangers that are common in Silver City—this is something that even divination cannot resolve. When it comes to environments involving multiple interwoven factors, I can only assess whether a situation is dangerous and when it should occur, but I cannot predict the specific, complex threats that arise from such conditions. Ah, I’ll summon Arodés, the "Mirror," and ask him about this. —Caine had indeed considered the matter of Faced with the silence of "World," Leonard, who had originally intended to say, "Pure darkness is actually quite easy to create," quietly closed his mouth and began to re-examine what "Sun" had just said, catching a word he had previously overlooked: safety! In "The Abandoned Land," in Silver City, did darkness equate to danger? Leonard roughly grasped the key point, though, lacking sufficient understanding, he couldn't offer any specific suggestions. Finally, "Turner" Aljer spoke up. He glanced at "Sun" Deric and said: "I'll help you gather information and find solutions, but during this process, you may need to make some adjustments to verify whether these approaches are feasible." "No problem at all!" Deric responded without hesitation. Immediately, he added: "You don't need to rush—I still have a month to fully absorb the 'Notary' potion." "Turner" Aljer gave a gentle nod, indicating that this remark was unnecessary. At that moment, the "Recluse" Galadriya paused, gazing at the "Sun" Deric and said: "Perhaps we can approach this from a different angle. Your promotion ceremony won't last long—what we really need is to extend your ability to survive in pure darkness. I recall you mentioned that after entering complete darkness without light, you face two kinds of dangers: first, attacks by strange creatures that appear unexpectedly, and second, sudden vanishing, as if you were evaporating. The first is manageable—you can request certain seals from the Head or simply ask him to guard you. As for the second, I'm less familiar with it; I'd recommend you speak directly with the Head about it." "Communication and learning continued, and the gathering was drawing near its close," said Caine, the Fool, sensing it was time. He lightly tapped the edge of the table and said, "That's enough for today." "Your will is our will!" responded Odile, representing Justice, and the others, rising simultaneously and bowing respectfully. As their figures faded into the gray mist, Caine also departed, returning to the real world. First, he pulled out his leather wallet, found the crane folded by Will O'Conneill, unfolded it on the desk, then picked up his pen and wrote clearly and decisively: "There's something happening!" He refolded the crane and tucked it beneath the pillow. Then he lay down on the large bed and truly began his nap. In his hazy dreams, he once again saw the vast, barren plain, the towering spire. He walked through the fields, through one wooden door after another, and reached the familiar corner. A black stroller emerged from the deep shadow, and Will Aonsight, wrapped in silver silk, sucked on his right thumb with a sigh of irritation, charging him: "You're becoming increasingly impolite!" Klein chuckled dryly, "Given our friendship, we don't need to be so formal, do we?" Will Aonsight huffed, "Then speak—what's on your mind?" "Actually, I've recently encountered a duplicate of Amun," Klein said straightforwardly. The baby's mouth slowly opened, as if ready to cry on the spot, and only managed to hold back with great effort, saying, "I'm not even a month old yet!" "...I don't expect anything from you—just one question," Klein quickly added. Will Aonsight raised his soft arm and waved it about, "What question?" "Klein smiled warmly and said, "Amun's duplicate can steal someone's fate and assume their identity. I'd like to know how we could detect such a terrifying phenomenon." Will. Oncetin chuckled, raised his index finger, and pointed toward the sky. "Seek help." It seems that leveraging the power of the gray mist indeed allows one to detect fate transplants... Klein exhaled in relief, his confidence growing. By 'leveraging,' he means using his secret doppelgänger to pray to 'The Fool,' entering the gray mist and observing the surrounding districts through the luminous point representing his faithful followers—effectively becoming 'The Fool's' gaze, adding a layer of 'true vision.' The issue, however, is that I can't remain continuously in the mist. Perhaps between two observations, Amun has already entered Berkland Street and done something unforeseen..." Klein thought for a moment, then carefully added, "Do you have anything else to remind me of?" Will Ongstint turned his head without looking at him, mumbled, "You have to visit me this week—my parents—during afternoon tea..." "Absolutely!" Caine agreed instantly. Only then did the little infant turn his head back, beaming, "You'll experience some shifts in fate next week—either Wednesday or Thursday." Ah, so it is... Caine nodded thoughtfully, watching the black stroller slowly retreat into the shade. Waking from the dream, he tidied his belongings and began setting up the altar without pause. This time, he directly invoked the "Goddess of Night," not the "Man-Made Death God"—a precaution against Amun detecting the disturbance through shifts in fate and realizing something was amiss. —How could a devotee of the Night Goddess pray to the Man-Made Death God? After completing the preliminary preparations, Crane raised his hand to wipe his face, transforming into the stern-faced Germaine Sparrow, his height subtly shrinking by a few centimeters. Once the two candles at the forefront were lit, he then kindled a golden flame in the ordinary candle representing "me." The two candles at the front—one made of night jasmine and crafted to symbolize "night," the other of white beech and wild rose, symbolizing "secrecy"—were now fully illuminated. Following this, he created the "spiritual wall," poured the "full moon" essential oil, and burned the herb powders meant to please the deities, gradually carrying out the ritual step by step. In the end, Caine stepped back two paces, activated his spiritual sight, and whispered: "I invoke the power of night; "I invoke the power of secrecy; "I invoke the favor of the goddess; ...I encountered a manifestation of Amun, the 'Defiler,' in Beklan, who is gathering the semi-divine traits of the 'Theft Path'; ...I pray for the protection of secrecy to enable me to complete the task of eliminating this manifestation of the 'Defiler.' O night lavender, the herb of the Red Moon, carry my plea to the goddess! O moon, the herb of the Red Moon, carry my plea to the goddess!" Either there's a hidden protection, in which case Amen will see nothing, or if there isn't, the source of the disruption must be here... Klein gradually furrowed his brow, concluded the ritual, and began clearing away the altar. He felt he'd have to find another way. When he had settled the matter in the area of his desk, turned to face the armchair, and was about to move toward it, a figure suddenly came into view! The figure wore a simple linen robe with patches of mended fabric, a belt woven like tree bark at the waist, and her long black hair flowing freely down her back. Her feet were bare, dusted with dirt and bearing marks of injury. She was a woman, with an unremarkable face, her dark eyes no different from those of an ordinary person. Yet simply seeing her, Klein felt an extraordinary sense of calm and peace settle within him—no matter how suddenly his sense of surprise and alertness surged.