Hearing the old man's words, Leonard immediately felt more at ease. He shifted his focus back to the angelic battle that had taken place in the afternoon, and with genuine curiosity asked, "Which path's angel is that great serpent silhouette?" Palis Soloyasde paused, then sighed, "The 'Serpent of Fate,' the Chancellor of the Life School, a Sequence 1 angel. 'I didn't expect Him to have joined them...'” The Chancellor of the Life School? Has He also become one of the 'The Fool's' followers? Corresponding to the Tarot card—'The Wheel of Fortune'? Leonard's eyes widened slightly, growing increasingly convinced that the 'The Fool's' influence now rivals that of the Seven Great Churches of the Divine, reaching a depth that is truly hard to measure. "The Death Magistrate..." "The Serpent of Fate..." "The Messenger of Fragments..." Already three angels have appeared under the stewardship of the Sir of the Fool. It's no wonder that Caine has risen so swiftly to the status of a half-god. How short a time has passed, and already I've been drawn into battles among the angels' ranks—what will come next is utterly unimaginable. Leonard holds the letter, settles onto the sofa, and feels a growing sense of urgency after absorbing the "Requiem" potion, achieving the rank of "Spirit-Witch," and now facing mounting demands. ——He has been tirelessly working to soothe the spirits of the Beckland region, yet with so many tasks piled up, he still has a long way to go, finding no opportunity or excuse to journey to Tinggen City to steal the power of that drop of "Eternal Sunlight" blood, and Amun's arrival has come far sooner than he anticipated. Emlin White, now wearing his brown cleric's robes, stood by the long table adorned with candlestands, observing Oenés Bojal, who was diligently wiping the altar, and raised his right hand, casually pointing: "The side, the left—still not clean enough." Oenés Bojal, dressed in the same "Mother Earth" clerical attire, glared at Emlin with evident frustration, yet complied, re-wiping the areas he had previously handled only half-heartedly. "I know you're angry," Emlin said, smiling calmly despite Oenés's gaze, "just as I knew when you sold me information about your castle, only to deliberately withhold key details." He added, "By the way, I'd almost forgotten to tell you—I've also been elevated to a viscount, something that happened just last week." The House of the Blood, corresponding to the Moon Path at Sequence 5, "Deep Red Scholar," requires, among other conditions, a full moon's illumination for the elevation ceremony. Additionally, one must gather metals, gems, and the blood of extraordinary beings representing various phases of the moon—quite a complex requirement. However, Emlin had already secured a promise from the high council of the bloodline to hold a free ceremony for him, and once the full moon arrived, he successfully completed his promotion. As for his integration as the "Professor of Potions," he felt he hadn't even fully dedicated himself and yet had already succeeded. He frequently taught common parishioners about herbal medicine and even specialized potion combinations at the Harvest Church, and in addition to gathering dolls, researching history, and volunteering at the church, he also enjoyed experimenting with various potions to suit different combat scenarios. "…You're a viscount now?" Onnes Boiar suddenly straightened up, looking utterly astonished. Within the bloodline, where all members were long-lived, the population was substantial, and the number of exceptional traits was limited—thus, promotions to noble titles were exceptionally difficult, requiring long waits. Emlin White had only become a baron for about six months! Oenest remembered it took him sixty years to rise from baron to viscount, thanks to his father's early death at the hands of a manufactured vampire, leaving behind his estate. "Of course," Emlyn's smile grew a little more evident, yet remained composed. "I received a Sequence 5 exceptional trait from the manufactured vampires." Oenest Boiar gazed at Emlyn, momentarily at a loss for words, as though struck harder than by being appointed a volunteer at the Harvest Church. "Your expression is quite interesting," Emlyn remarked, giving a short exhalation. "Perhaps one day, you'll have to address me as Lord Count." "Arrogant! Overbearing!" Oenest burst out. I've already been quite humble—never claimed to become duke, let alone prince. How could I possibly become the savior of the vampire line without reaching the angelic tier? Moreover, within our Tarot Circle, "World" has already ascended to the status of a half-god, and "The Hermit" is nearing that same achievement—this will surely become a gathering of half-gods in the future. Emlyn smiled, not as he usually did, arguing with Ounes, but rather adopting a demeanor as if Ounes' words were beyond refutation. Of course, he understood that after the stage of "Deep-Red Scholar," the noble bloodline's inherent advantage would no longer exist, and the difficulty of becoming a Count would be no less than that of an artificial vampire achieving the rank of "Wanderer." The elixir of the "Deep-Red Scholar" stage was still manageable—merely requiring devotion to the moon, reverence for it, and consistent study of it, which most vampires undertook regularly. However, the corresponding rituals were firmly under the control of the half-gods; without their approval, even if I could secure the exceptional traits of "Wanderer" from "Sun," I would still fall short of becoming a Count. Emlyn, though proud, remained very clear about what lay ahead. The "Deep-Red Scholar" possesses two core abilities: first, the capacity to shape an environment favorable to themselves—creating a "Full Moon" effect when enemies are less adept in spiritual or ethereal matters, or conversely, dimming the moon's presence in areas where such abilities are strong; second, within a specific range illuminated by moonlight, they gain a teleportation-like flash and a moonlit state, allowing them to reassemble even after being shattered. The strength of these abilities depends directly on the "Deep-Red Scholar's" understanding and study of the "Moon" domain. Enhancements in dark magic spells, improvements in potion effects, and increased resistance to nightmares are secondary benefits. Euness was incensed by Emlyn's demeanor and was about to speak again when she noticed the towering half-giant bishop, Utrovsky, stepping out from behind the church. She promptly bent low, lowered her head, and resumed cleaning the altar. Emlyn White also picked up a cloth and candleholder, skillfully wiping the surface. In the quiet atmosphere, he realized something: if he left the Harvest Church now, would the High House of the Blood require him to surrender the magical items or extraordinary artifacts he had obtained from Ounes? Well... if they did, I simply couldn't refuse, since some of these items inherently belonged to Ounes. After careful consideration, Emlyn decided to return to his room immediately, set up the ritual, and offer the spoils as a sacrifice to Mr. The Fool. Then, he would divide the remaining shares with the members of "The Star," "Justice," and others. Hmm, the "Vow of Roses" ring doesn't need to be sacrificed—this is just one of several. Whoever possesses it will be discovered and confirmed by the holder of the other ring. I'll count it as my own prize and deliver it directly to Marquis Nibes tonight; I'm sure I'll receive a reward. As for the rest, I won't participate in the distribution anymore. Emlyn had already formed a more concrete plan. As for whether the high-ranking members of the bloodline would grow angry or hold a grudge against him, he wasn’t overly concerned, since when he submitted the ring bearing the "Vow of Roses," he also mentioned in passing the initiative by a key member of the Moderates from the Roses School to seek collaboration. This had happened last week, and at the time, Emlyn had intended to relay this directly to the bloodline’s leadership. However, during the subsequent small gatherings, the "Hanged Man" advised him to wait until the punitive actions were completed before making the announcement—thus demonstrating his significance and alleviating any underlying resentment. A sharp stick followed by a carrot? Now, Emlyn suddenly had a deeper appreciation for this suggestion. ... Room of Doane de Thésée, 160 Berkland Street. Their haul this time was quite impressive—a diamond pin that boosts energy, maintains alertness, and resists mental influence, a stand-in figure that defends against fatal wounds and psychic penetration, a belt that reduces damage from "Sun" and "Lightning" elements, and a leather wallet containing over three hundred pounds in cash... Upon returning to the real world after receiving the offerings, Caine silently remarked a few words, then sat at his desk and drew out a transparent worm. As soon as he saw the creature, he felt a sharp headache, recalling the pain of his spiritual form being torn apart. This was the "Spirit Worm" he had split off from himself—the very one he intended to use as compensation for his service to the "Fate Serpent," Will Aonsentin. He already had a clear plan for replicating the item that briefly restored the recipient's strength: to use the "Spirit Worm" as a carrier and trigger the response of the mysterious space above the gray mist through the complete symbols he had copied previously. His divination indicated that the matter would proceed smoothly. "The very essence of that object is actually one of the abilities of the Sequence 3 'Ancient Scholar' path of the 'Oracle' route—drawing upon a portion of one's power temporarily from the past, from history, from one's own former self... I respond as the ' Fool,' and that should certainly be feasible. The only difficulty lies in the corresponding symbol: it is three-dimensional, intricate, complex, and potentially hazardous—unable to be directly inscribed onto various thin metal sheets. According to Will. Aunseit, one must meditate, channel spiritual energy, and directly trace it upon the 'spirit insects.' If successful, I shall also create one for myself, observing what my past self looks like—whether it traces back to when Klein. Moretti was a child, or whether it hangs suspended in the form of the 'silkworm cocoon' above the light gate. If the latter, it would be best to confirm how many years it has already been hanging. Klein entered a meditative state, then continuously traced the symbols in his mind, guiding the spiritual energy outward to reenact the process and permeate into the 'spirit insects.' " This is a complex and demanding task—any slight misstep and it fails. One after another, intangible symbols fall upon the "spirit insect," and suddenly, Klein's body trembles slightly; the "spirit insect" then burns itself, turning to ash.