The gray mouse... Caine's eyelids flickered slightly, and without hesitation, turned back toward the partially open room, walking steadily through the corridor to the master bedroom and then into the bathroom. Throughout this entire process, he moved at a calm, unhurried pace, as though repeating a daily routine that occurred repeatedly. Once the bathroom door was securely shut, Caine immediately stepped backward four paces, weaving through the murmurs and roars of the gray mist, and settled into the high-backed chair belonging to "The Fool." Prior to this, he had quietly instructed his personal servant, Enyuni, standing in the hallway, to pray to "Poseidon," Cavitova. Using the corresponding light points, Caine summoned the "Poseidon's Staff," extended his field of vision, and locked onto the carriage traveling toward the office of the Member of Parliament, 39 Berkland Street. Now, instead of the gray mouse leaning against the glass window, calmly enjoying the street scene, there stood a young man wearing a silk hat and a black coat. He had black hair and black eyes, a lean face with a broad forehead, wearing a single-lens spectacles crafted from crystal, a quiet, faint smile lingering on his lips—quite clearly the "Defiler," the "Temporal Angel," the Son of the Creator, Amun! Klein had anticipated this, yet his spirit tightened instantly, a coldness spreading through him. Amun had appeared exactly as he was, yet the one who had stolen the semi-divine fate of the mouse remained, in everyone's eyes, merely a gray mouse—unquestioned. This was reminiscent of certain abilities of his brother, the "Idealist Angel," Adam, both of which grew more unsettling the more one thought about them—though fundamentally different! Had it not been for the gray mist, or had he not further mastered this place, I never would have noticed... Klein extended his "vision" outward, half-relieved, half-alarmed, searching for Amun's duplicates. While the traces of "fated fusion" were subtle, the marks of "parasitism" were more distinct. Yet, this time, Klein found nothing at all. Neither the other passengers inside the carriage, nor the horses pulling the carriage, nor the trees and air around them, had been "infected"! This wasn't quite what the old man, Leonard, had described. Shouldn't one Amun be accompanied by several? Knowing that the Night's Watch's "Sorcerer" had spotted him and suspected that Berkland Street was under surveillance, he had sent only a single envoy to investigate the situation? Klein furrowed his brows slightly, uncertain about how to proceed with this development. Of course, he remembered Palis Soloyasde's words: as long as one Amun could be resolved, all the others in Berkland could be eliminated. And now, with just one Amun present on Berkland Street, this was precisely the ideal moment to act! First, listen to the professional's opinion... Immediately beneath the bronze long table, Kline materialized the figure of "The World," Germaine Sparrow, who then bowed with both reverence and devotion, beginning to pray: "Great Sir Fool, please convey to Leonard Mitchell that Amun has appeared at 39 Berkland Street—but only one..." While Germaine Sparrow was praying, Kline did not lose sight of the carriage. He observed Hyel, in a light-colored gown, stepping down and entering the entrance hall of her home. Amun, wearing a single-spectacle glasses and a black coat, followed calmly behind her, making no attempt to conceal himself—yet the maids and servants remained completely unaware, as though Hyel's presence behind her were merely air, or a somewhat inconspicuous creature. Occasionally, a maid glanced at the floor and gasped, nearly shouting, only to forget what she had intended to do. Past the foyer, heading toward the stairs, Amon gently pressed the single pair of crystal spectacles against his palms, then inserted both hands into his coat pockets. One by one, slender, segmented, translucent creatures emerged from his body, drifting in all directions before vanishing without a trace. This left Caine's scalp tingling—reminding him of Parès Soloyasde's description of Amon's "parasitic" ability: a pandemic-like infection! ………… Hayour had been in an exceptionally good mood lately, as her teacher had not truly gone mad; all the earlier events had merely been a trial, and she had passed it successfully. This had granted her a wealth of common knowledge about the extraordinary world, clarified the nature of magic potions, taught her how to digest them, and earned her the promotion to "Decipherer Scholar." Now, she was a非凡者 of Sequence 7! The world had such a wonderful aspect after all... I didn't know when I would finally become a being half-god, half-human, truly stepping beyond the ordinary human level. Hae Yur checked the wall clock hanging on the wall, gently touched her indented abdomen, and decided to move the afternoon tea session earlier—there were no guests coming. ——She had claimed to have gone out for lunch simply to bring the teacher back and to have a chance to perform, though in reality, she had eaten nothing at all. Thinking of this, she glanced at the teacher, who was resting on the plush cushion on the sofa, and noticed the gray mouse lifting its front paw to gently press against the rim of its right eye. "Would you like anything to eat?" Hae Yur asked with deep respect. The mouse lowered its paw and responded slowly, "No, thank you." "Very well, Teacher," Hae Yur said, turning around and walking several steps forward, then opening the door to the bedroom. Along the corridor, her personal maid stood there, calmly gazing toward the balcony at the far end, as if enjoying the afternoon sky. Hai Rui'er slightly furrowed her brow, saying, "You've been keeping people out, haven't you, so they can't come in to clean up." The lady-in-waiting glanced at her and smiled, "Yes, Madam." Only then did Hai Rui'er truly leave the bedroom and descend to the second-floor living room, where she found her mother, Lady Liyan. The lady, who also had dark green hair, was receiving a pair of eyeglasses from her maid—one adorned with a gold chain and gemstones, more like a piece of jewelry than a vision aid. "Didn't you used to dislike these?" Hai Rui'er asked, slightly puzzled. Lady Liyan's lips curled gently as she said, "Now I actually like them." She opened the glasses and placed them on her nose. Just as Hai Rui'er was about to offer her thoughts, she heard footsteps approaching. She turned and saw that her father, Sir Mahet, had returned home earlier than expected. "Father, didn't you say you were going to the Retired Officers' Club?" Hai Rui'er asked casually. "There aren't many people here," said Senator Mahert, lifting his right hand and gently pressing the inner and outer rims of his eyes. Haeir nodded slightly, not particularly concerned: "Perfect—we haven't shared an afternoon tea together in a while." "Yes," both Mahert and Lady Lianna chuckled, their smiles soft and barely visible. ………… At No. 7, Pinstreet, Leonard had just returned from the Square of Saint Hilaran and dropped into the sofa, resting his feet on the side table. The fact that no one had been formally notified convinced him that the campaign had been a complete success, and that he could now look forward to its spoils. "Old man, you mentioned earlier that the noble count had several magical items—could you tell me more about them?" Leonard asked, his voice low with curiosity. In his mind, Palis Soloyasde hummed: "Items of that caliber don't warrant me expending any effort to examine them carefully." Leonard was about to ask a follow-up question when suddenly his vision cleared, revealing an endless expanse of gray-white mist and the faint, indistinct outline of Gorman Sparrow, accompanied by the corresponding prayers: “...Amun has appeared at 39 Berkland Street, but only one...” Amun appeared so quickly? Already relaxed, Leonard abruptly pulled his legs back, sat up sharply, and felt his mental alertness far more intense than during any of the previous disciplinary actions. He promptly relayed Caine’s words to Palis Soloyasde and then asked: “...Old man, what now? Shall we begin acting? But there’s only one Amun manifestation!” Palis Soloyasde paused for two seconds and replied: “Amun has come in only one form—this indicates a deliberate strategy on His part, but that detail is not crucial.” "There's a saying from the Fourth Century: once an arrow is shot, it cannot be retrieved. Once the journey begins, one cannot retreat. If things are delayed any further, Amun will begin to influence the people throughout the entire neighborhood, and then, inevitably, Dun Tanais's unusual behavior will become apparent."... The young man, of mixed Ruin and Baylan descent, pushed open the door and walked in step by step, unaffected by Caine's control. From his pocket, he produced a single pair of crystal-like spectacles, wiped the surface gently with his sleeve, and then slowly inserted them into the socket of his right eye. He then turned to Daven Tancred, a subtle upward curve forming at the corners of his mouth. "I've found you." The atmosphere in the bedroom instantly froze. Holding the spectacles tightly, the winner, Enyui, spoke on without further pause. "Flora Jacob's fate has been marked by so many anomalies—most notably this very street—that has piqued my interest. It took me some time to trace and identify the source, which is why you've waited so long. "That mirror—I'm not unfamiliar with it. But the person who can command it, who can make it so responsive, I've never seen before. What a fascinating discovery. Perhaps I should claim your fate and see what purpose it serves."