Above the gray mist, within the grand palace. Through the prayer light of Enyuni, the winner, Caine saw the scene inside his personal servant's room. Raising his view, the scene gradually extended, and one by one, the buildings of Berkland came into view—small homes簇拥 by fresh greenery, rows of Intis elms casting shade over the sunlight, horse-drawn carriages moving slowly, some elegant, others sumptuous, young people riding bicycles and speeding joyfully by. Finally, Caine focused on the house at number 39—the mansion of the Member of Parliament, Mahert—and lowered his view, examining one by one the humans and animals there, searching for a man with black hair, black eyes, and a single-spectacle glasses. Huff... No instances of misaligned fate or grafting yet... After ten minutes, Caine slightly relaxed. At that moment, a carriage entered Mahert's estate and stopped before the entrance hall. A young girl stepped down from the carriage, her wavy hair a deep green and her bright brown eyes warm and lively—this was Hayor returning home. She wore a deep green dress that revealed neither her shoulders nor her arms, her lips slightly pressed, her expression open and full of pleasant ease. Seeing Hayor like this, Caine felt a sudden jolt in his heart. This was absolutely out of the ordinary! In Caine’s view, after the Mouse Half-God had been split apart by Amun, there were only two possible outcomes: either she still held reserves, paying the price of severe injury to successfully escape, or she had become nourishment for Amun’s growing form, absorbed by his power. In either case, Hayor would inevitably lose her teacher, and would surely be filled with sorrow, pain, and a sense of melancholy. How could she be relaxed and joyful instead? Given her willingness to risk danger and go to the country estate to inform her teacher, she's not someone particularly cold or self-centered... Her current state indicates that she has confirmed her teacher—the half-god of the mouse—is unharmed, and has even received certain rewards from him, perhaps including fundamental knowledge of the extraordinary world. This aligns with my earlier expectations, rather than contradicting them; after eliminating all the impossible scenarios, what remains is the truth. Kline leaned back against the chair, now forming a clear judgment: Amun not only absorbed the extraordinary qualities of the half-god of the mouse, but also stole his fate, assuming his very identity! Therefore, in Haeiru's eyes, her teacher has had no mishap—only needed to remain hidden for a while. After confirming this, Kline exhaled silently, easing slightly. To him, the most terrifying aspect of Amun was that no one knew exactly how or in what form He would appear—there was no impossibility in the idea that, on a given day, when Senator Mahet dons a single-lens spectacles, the insects in the garden simultaneously turn their bodies. Thus, once he had a general sense of Amun's likely form, Klein felt more at ease. As for whether Amun might display minor inconsistencies in front of Hayour, Klein was certain it would be impossible. After all, Amun was a king of angels whose very foundation rested on deception; even if he casually mentioned a principle that differed slightly from what the former mouse demigod had taught, he could easily explain it away with the excuse that "the trial was originally in progress, and now it has officially begun." According to Palis Soloyasda, however, Amun would never appear solely as the mouse demigod—thus, Klein could not afford to be complacent. He observed a while longer, then withdrew his gaze and departed from above the gray mist. In a semi-open room with a large balcony, he sat in an armchair, sipped a cup of green tea with lemon slices, half-closed his eyes, and pondered how to deepen his connection with Qunus Colg. After an indeterminate length of time, Caine suddenly opened his eyes and, naturally, activated his spiritual vision—something he could now do purely through intention at the rank of half-god. Almost simultaneously, Renette Tini科尔 stepped out of the void, holding four golden-haired, red-eyed heads, one of which was biting a letter. "Whose letter?" Caine extended his right hand, as if speaking to himself or asking a question. "Sharon..." Renette Tini科尔's other head replied. Sharon? She should be finalizing her preparations for promotion—how could she have suddenly written to me? Caine took the letter from the messenger girl with a slight expression of curiosity. After unfolding the paper, he found the content was sparse—only a simple line of words: "Emlin White is looking for people from the Rose School." Emlin is looking for people from the Rose School? Kline raised an eyebrow in mild surprise. In his view, Emlin was a bloodline member who avoided trouble, one who rarely left his home unless absolutely necessary—how could he have actively sought out people from the Rose School? This wasn't Emlin's own initiative... Ah, Emlin had previously mentioned that a prominent bloodline figure wished to see him. Could this be a new assignment from the bloodline? Very likely! But why hadn't he mentioned it at the Tarot gathering? Oh—perhaps he had been focused on the enforcement actions and had other leads, so he had temporarily set this matter aside. Kline pondered this, leaning forward slightly, drawing the attention of the messenger girl's eight eyes, and took a sheet of paper and a steel pen from the side table. He wasn't particularly curious about what clues Emlyn had—this was obvious: since Miss Sharon had already learned that Emlyn was seeking members of the Rose Society and had consulted the renowned detective Sherlock Moriarty, a mutual friend, it clearly meant that Emlyn’s chosen contact among the bloodline was undoubtedly Ian, the black-market arms merchant at the "Brave Ones" tavern. This also indirectly indicated that Emlyn had previously discovered traces of Sharon or Marič in his earlier assignments, otherwise he would not have directly approached a common civilian about the Rose Society. I'm not very familiar with the "Pharmacist" path, so I can't quite determine how Emlin discovered the "ghostly souls" or the "living corpses"... Kline lifted his right foot, placing the letter on his leg, and quickly wrote with his steel pen: "This should have been a task assigned by the upper echelons of the Bloodline to Emlin—those members of the Rose School who uphold the belief in the 'Primordial Moon' have long been resented, and their discontent has spilled over to other branches of the Rose School..." Pausing slightly, he added: "I suspect the 'Tree of Desire' has intentions to erode the authority of the 'Moon' domain, but I'm still puzzled as to why the followers of the 'Primordial Moon' have joined the Rose School. This enigmatic figure seems to have a complex relationship with the 'Tree of Desire'—at once both adversarial and cooperative—making it difficult to predict..." Setting down the pen and folding the letter, Kline glanced at the messenger girl waiting beside him, and smiled warmly: "How did you know I'd be writing back?" "Renee Tini科尔 replied succinctly with one of her heads: "Feeling..." Then, in turn, the four golden-haired, red-eyed heads spoke: "You..." "Have been..." "More lively..." "A bit..." "More expressive..." "Indeed..." "In many ways..." Watching the messenger girl depart, Caine gently leaned back, murmuring to himself: "I wonder if Miss Sharon and her colleagues might use the vampire lineage to target members of the Rose Order in Beckland... Miss Sharon is currently focused on her own advancement and may not be deeply involved, but Marijich might very well be different..." ... Emlyn removed his robe from the Earth Mother Church and donned a black formal suit, wearing a silk hat. He stepped out of the Harvest Church and boarded a rented carriage waiting beside the street. After setting his destination, he casually glanced out the window. At that moment, Emlyn felt a sudden awareness, and his body surged into motion, moving swiftly enough to leave a trailing shadow, shifting from his original position to the adjacent one. Then he saw a figure suddenly emerge from the void across from him: a young man whose coat was unbuttoned, revealing a white shirt and a black vest; his brown hair slightly disheveled, as though he hadn't taken the time to comb it, and his warm brown eyes filled with a sense of restrained emotion, as if suppressing a deep-seated impulse. Gazing at the other man's pale face, almost lifeless, Emlyn raised his chin slightly and smiled calmly, without any sense of tension. "You've finally come to find me." "You're not afraid that I'm a member of the Rose School, here especially to confront you?" The young man's form seemed slightly translucent. Emlyn gave a short "hey," saying, "Do you really think I wouldn't know the history of the Rose School, or unaware of the earlier incident involving the Moderates' defection?" "By the way, may I ask your name?" "Marich," the young man replied. "Is that the information you received from the High Council of the Bloodline?" Emlyn paused, then remarked, "You're smarter than I expected." In this way, he affirmed their earlier speculation. Marić slowly took a breath, leaning slightly forward. "How did you discover our presence at Ian's?" Emlyn lounged back against the厢wall, smiling. "Humans have the flavor of humans; ghosts, the flavor of ghosts." Marić remained silent for a few seconds before saying, "Are you truly intent on targeting the Rose Order's members in Beckett?" "Key members," Emlyn emphasized. "If that's indeed the case, I can use myself as bait to draw out the Rose Order's members—but I need confirmation." Marić rubbed his eyes, speaking directly. "I know you're still indecisive. You should return to the higher echelons of the bloodline, secure the necessary commitments, and then you'll know exactly where to find us." "With that," he handed over a file folder held in his hands, "this is the initial feedback from Ian on tracking O'Neals Bojard, compiled jointly by several bounty hunters." Emlin took the folder, rarely serious, and nodded firmly: "Good."