A few minutes later, Klein, who bore the appearance of Germán Sparrow, and Miss Justice, Audrey, stepped out of No. 39 Berkland Street, heading toward the other homes inhabited by the parasitized. After walking in silence for a few steps, Klein suddenly looked ahead and spoke: "This situation is not uncommon among wild extraordinary beings. Without proper guidance, one often ends up walking right along the edge of a cliff, always at risk of falling." Audrey nodded, pausing a few seconds before responding: "I know. I'm no longer as—well, as..." She paused, slightly lifting the corner of her mouth, as if mocking herself, and finally found the right word: "naive." "Hmm," she exhaled openly, gazing ahead as well, "If, back in June last year, I had fully understood how harsh and terrifying the mysterious world truly was, I probably wouldn't have even considered applying to become an extraordinary being." Klein slightly tilted his head, taking in the noble lady's face, and asked casually, "Now that you've been given a chance to completely escape the mysterious world, would you accept it?" Audrey paused, gently pressing her lips together and replied, "No..." With this answer, she seemed to relax a little, smiled, and continued, "Given that I now understand the harshness and terror of the mysterious world, I would have abandoned becoming a special being before June last year. But I wouldn't do so now. 'This,' perhaps, is the price of growth." "I understand what you mean," Klein said, walking steadily ahead. Turning to her, he added, "After being fully purified, some of the parasitized individuals will expel 'Chrono-creatures,' which can be used to craft 'Stellar-Weavers' talismans—talismans of semi-divine rank capable of temporarily swapping destinies between allies and enemies. I'll give you one of these as today's consultation fee." Audrey was about to speak her refusal when she suddenly fell silent, then gently nodded. "Alright." As soon as she finished, she paused, glanced at Germaine Sparrow, and smiled with a slightly complex expression. "Now I understand why you asked that question earlier." Kline chuckled softly, offering no direct reply. Audrey shifted her gaze, her mood suddenly lightened, and began chatting casually. "I just participated in a disciplinary action this morning, and now I'm handling follow-ups related to Amun in the afternoon—today truly is a 'Tarot Day'..." Her words carried a subtle, understated reflection. In her view, midday saw the five members of the Tarot—Moon, Stars, Justice, Judgment, and Magician—acting in unison through different means, while afternoon brought the World and Justice joining the plan to eliminate Amun’s duplicates from distinct perspectives. It was indeed a memorable day, worthy of being called a true "Tarot Day." Klein nodded in agreement with the Miss Justice’s words, though he didn’t tell her that during the afternoon’s operations, Leonard of the Stars had also been involved, serving as a key force. “Won’t Amun’s duplicates be quite a challenge?” Audrey finally found the right moment to ask. She fixed her gaze on Germaine Sparo, her emerald eyes brimming with unhidden curiosity. Klein smiled and replied: “If it were only me, the Germaine Sparo you’ve encountered might, in essence, be Amun himself.” “Stealing destinies and identities?” Audrey asked, now somewhat enlightened. Caine hummed, "We'll go into greater detail later. For now, to eliminate all of Amun's manifestations in Beckland, we summoned the angels. Whenever you encounter one of Amun's manifestations, don't think you can handle them on your own—seize the opportunity to pray. By the way, His characteristic is that he often wears single-lens spectacles and enjoys giving dramatic, eerie pranks..." Angels had been summoned... Whether it was the "Death Officer," or an angel from the "Fate" domain, or... Audrey glanced upward, where the clouds remained still, motionless, as if set like props against the dark backdrop. She nodded seriously and attentively, like a student listening to a lecture, "I'll remember that." The two continued walking, occasionally silent, and at other times engaging in casual, relaxed conversation, until they reached No. 160 Berkland Street. A few minutes later, they were inside the living room of the Hayour family. Members of the committee, including Mahert, suddenly felt a strong impulse to raise their hands, interlace them, and place them gently before their mouths and noses, praying with devotion, reciting the sacred name of the Goddess of Night. For some time, they coughed in unison, coughing violently, until tears and mucus streamed down their faces. Cough! Cough! Cough! Unconsciously, each of them expelled a creature with twelve translucent segments, which, as soon as it touched the ground, vanished without anyone noticing. The same phenomenon occurred elsewhere along Berkland Street, but it quickly returned to normal, and the lingering darkness in the air gradually faded, the clouds once again flowing gently with the wind. Amid their parents' coughing, Helyr slowly awoke, puzzled as to why she had fallen asleep on the sofa during afternoon tea. She believed she should have been feeling particularly cheerful today, yet she could not summon a single smile—instead, a profound, unspoken sorrow and pain seemed to stand firmly within her heart. Seeing her parents' concerned glances, she didn't feel touched at all—instead, she slightly withdrew, trembling as if someone reserved, reserved and uncomfortable with social interaction. Hairel knew this wasn't her nature, yet she couldn't control her reaction. Nevertheless, she didn't find it strange or puzzling; she simply continued enjoying her afternoon tea treats. The same was true of the Member of Parliament, Mahert, and Madame Liaina—both felt as though something was hazy, something they couldn't quite recall. "Good afternoon, Lady Arianna." Caine bowed formally. "Thanks to your assistance, all of Amun's manifestations in Beckland have been eliminated. You may now select your share from these spoils." Previously, he had stationed a secret doppelgänger beside each host, using magic to retrieve the "Chrono-creatures" from their midst. Upon hearing his words, Arianna gently tapped her chest four times in a clockwise motion, a gesture of devout response. "Amen, goddess." She did not hesitate nor offer any formalities, extending her right hand, and allowing two of the "Chrono-creatures" to rise and settle into her palm. "Amun will surely make inquiries—be vigilant in your own actions moving forward," she said simply, then gradually faded away, as though erased from sight. Watching the archbishop depart, Caine sat down and, as he did so, reached for paper and pen, beginning to write a letter to Leonard Mitchell. He wished to inquire about the other effects the "Chrono-creatures" could produce beyond crafting the "Siphoners" sigils. He believed it would be too monotonous, easily targeted, and inflexible to convert all the remaining "Chrono-Beings" into "Stewards," thus emphasizing the need to fully consider alternative applications. ——By using the "Chrono-Beings" as carriers and activating their power through patterns and emblems distinct from the "Fool's" symbolic motif, the resulting effects would often differ from those of a "Steward," a specialty of Parvesh Soloyasde. Having composed the letter, Kline drew out his adventurer's mouth organ and blew a single note. Renee Tiniocer, holding four golden-haired, red-eyed heads, stepped out of the void, her eight eyes pausing briefly before all turning toward the seven remaining "Chrono-Beings" arranged on the tea table. The messenger girl studied the scene for a full three seconds before withdrawing her gaze, biting down on the letter and coins offered by Kline. "Still 7 Prestwick Street," Kline said simply. Renee Tynicol's three remaining heads responded in turn: "From now on..." "This kind..." "Of matter..." "Also..." "Can be..." "Handled by me..." "The reward..." "Is simply..." "The spoils." Cain paused, then said: "Understood." Only after the messenger lady returned to the spiritual realm and vanished into the room did he slightly furrow his brow, murmuring silently: "Since she recognizes the 'Chrono-creatures,' she should understand that this battle might escalate all the way to angelic levels. She isn't at all afraid. The messenger is stronger than I expected..." ... At No. 7, Pinstreet, Leonard received Cain's letter from Renee Tynicol. He still carried a touch of excitement and eagerly unfurled the letter, reading it quickly. As soon as the messenger departed, he lowered his voice: "Old man, shouldn't there be other ways to craft these incantations?" Just now, Parès Soloyasde had given him two "Chrono-beetles" from Amun as a reward for today's adventure. In Leonard's mind, the slightly weathered voice responded with a smile: "Of course. Once I've rested a while and digested this bounty, I'll teach you—this won't take long. And, recently, avoid going to Berkland Street." "Why?" Leonard asked, slightly surprised. Parès Soloyasde chuckled: "Amun's presence in Bekland has been entirely extinguished. That's no small matter. Only a handful of suspects could have achieved such a feat. Wouldn't you say Amun might suspect something?" This... Leonard's spirit tightened once again. Palis continued, "But don't worry too much—his true form is impossible to reach in Beckland, and now that I've recovered significantly, I'm no longer overly concerned about his manifestations. Moreover, from the memories of a few of his offshoots, I've uncovered a note mentioned by Floria Jacob: somewhere in Beckland, there lies a hidden treasure belonging to the Jacob family. By year's end, we'll gather the Jacob family's descendants at that gathering, collaborate to unlock the treasure, and divide its contents among us. Even if Amun amasses numerous offshoots, raising them to near Sequence 1 levels, he won't be able to truly defeat me. Hehe—on balance, we might also involve Dauin Tanghès in this endeavor."