In a two-bedroom apartment in the eastern district of Beckett, Furse is writing on a spread sheet of paper with a cylindrical, absorbent steel pen. This letter is addressed to her teacher, Dorian Gray Abraham, informing him that due to an emerging danger, she has had to move out of her previous residence and no longer wishes to receive mail at that address. Should any correspondence be sent there, she kindly requests that it be promptly updated with her new address—ideally, even changing her identity. After writing extensively, Furse sets down the pen, folds the letter, inserts it into an envelope, and stamps it. Then, she dons her outdoor clothes, takes the letter to be mailed, and leaves the room. Though she hadn't particularly wanted to go out, this place was her new home—there were no alcoholic beverages, no coffee beans, no instant coffee, no tea leaves, no daily newspapers, no latest magazines, no books or novels. To obtain these essentials, she had to venture out personally, and in the process, make a few purchases beyond the eastern district. As for Thorne, he had already left, intending to send by letter back to the house where he originally rented the apartment the message that "the true loyalty of the Viscount of Steward was to the King," hoping to prompt action from Sherman's observers. "Indeed, my fear after the event was so intense that I nearly forgot to write to my teacher; if only I had done it earlier, I could have included Thorne in the mailing..." Furse donned her soft hat with the flowing lace and descended the slightly dimly lit staircase, reaching the ground floor and stepping out of the apartment. This area lies on the outskirts of the East District, primarily inhabited by technical workers and lower-level managers, with generally good security—enough even for a newspaper boy to be seen. Furse listened to the occasional chime of the bell and walked slowly along the street. At that moment, a mail carrier stopped his bicycle, took a stack of newspapers from his package, and entered the adjacent apartment building. Furse glanced at the papers casually and noticed that the topmost newspaper was the *Maritime News*. "How could people here subscribe to a newspaper related to work and maritime trade?" Fores thought, murmuring in mild surprise. Yet this wasn't anything particularly noteworthy—once she spotted the mailbox on the street, she hurried over. The mail carrier entered the apartment building and, among the rows of mailboxes, located several recipients, placing the appropriate newspapers into them. Not long after, one of the mailboxes was opened, and the newspapers inside were removed. The person who took out the newspapers ascended step by step to the third floor, opened one of the rooms, sat on a simple armchair, and began to read, swaying slightly. Beside the armchair stood a black wooden table, cluttered with stacks of newspapers. Some were neatly folded with the front pages facing up, while others were bent asymmetrically, revealing one section or another—each bearing the corresponding news: "Shocking!" The Mad Adventurer Becomes a Wanted Man; The Mad Adventurer Returns, on an Unbelievable Hunt; The Man Most Close to the Sea King, Worth 9,000 Pounds; The Story of Germaine Sparrow and Three Female Pirate Generals; A Breakthrough Fame: Germaine Sparrow's Midnight Assassination of the 'Diseased General'... ... Just a short while after Folse returned to her rented apartment, with her purchases complete, Hugh also concluded his journey and arrived here. Their seamless coordination stemmed from the fact that it was now Monday, and three o'clock in the afternoon was approaching. Clang! Clang! Clang! As the church bell echoed from nearby, a tidal wave of deep red light surged simultaneously before Folse and Hugh. Within the magnificent palace, at the ancient, weathered long table, figures emerged one after another, coalescing into form. "Justice" Audrey rose as usual, facing the head of the bronze table, gently lifting her skirt and bowing: "Good afternoon, Sir 'The Fool'." "The Lady Justice still seems rather subdued... it appears the news from last night has yet to fully lift her spirits." The Fool, Kline, gave a barely perceptible nod in response to the Tarot members' greetings. At that moment, with a keen eye, Audrey, who wasn't particularly cheerful, was the first to notice a bronze-green cross placed just to the right of Mr. The Fool. Where had this cross come from? Something capable of being placed upon the table by Mr. The Fool must have been of at least the "Card of Desecration" caliber—so, who had brought it, and what purpose did it serve? A series of questions swiftly arose in Audrey's mind, sparking a growing curiosity. This was the first time Mr. The Fool had placed an object outside the category of the "Card of Desecration" before him. Following this, members of the Tarot circle—Alger, the "Turned Card," and Géraldine, the "Wise One"—also noticed the striking green-bronze cross, which stood out far more prominently than the cards themselves. Like the "Justice" lady, they found themselves wondering about its origin, significance, and function. Among them, Deric, the "Sun," sensed an invisible call, as though the green-bronze cross were drawing him toward it. He then recalled a fundamental principle frequently mentioned in the various courses offered in the Silver City: the Law of Aggregation of Exceptional Properties! Could this be a high-level seal of the "Sun" path? Deric suddenly had a clear realization. Fyrs, the "Magician," and Houx, the "Judgment," both recognized the green-bronze cross as the very seal they had offered as a sacrifice, their pupils slightly widening as though they wished to see it more clearly. How could the " Fool" place such importance on this object? Was it, indeed, more significant than either of them had imagined? Forthright was momentarily stunned, her curiosity evident. When it came to matters of the divine, her thoughts never veered toward romance. Hux and Forthright shared a similar mindset, yet neither spoke up, assuming that "Justice" would naturally take the initiative. As "Justice" Audrey hesitated, slightly raising her hand, "The Hidden One" Gardeleire closed her eyes and turned, facing the head of the bronze long table. Before she bowed and spoke, "The Fool" Kline suddenly offered a light chuckle: "Don't worry—the glasses now manifesting can seal your 'Eye of Revelation.'" He was well aware that "The Hidden One" had already pushed open the threshold of the half-divine, attaining divinity and becoming a "Mystic." On one hand, before taking the elixir, Gauthier, the "Champion of the Stars," prayed to the " Fool," asking that she be elevated under his watchful gaze. In this way, even if her promotion ultimately fails, she would still receive protection, avoiding immediate collapse or madness, and would then be able to manage excess traits and try again. While Kline himself has little confidence in this matter—having never attempted it and receiving no clear guidance from divination—he still agreed to the "Hermit" lady's request. He reasoned that if she failed but did not die, it would surely be due to the "Fool's" merit; conversely, if she collapsed or went mad, the "Fool" would no longer be a suspect. Ultimately, Kline's primary goal was to instill confidence and assurance in her, thereby improving her condition for the promotion. After all, the "Champion of the Stars" had no other suitable figure to offer such a protective blessing. As Klein exhaled in relief upon witnessing the lady of the "Hermit" successfully ascend to the status of a half-divine being, he quietly muttered under his breath: "Sometimes, it's easier to play the god than to play the human. When followers face adversity, they usually end up in one of two outcomes—either they survive, or they perish. Survival is a clear sign of divine protection; if they die, their thoughts and concerns are often overlooked." There hasn't been any unusual change in Bekland... Well, even the invasion of Burkland Street by Amon and the battle between the half-gods at Moge Manor went unnoticed... "The Fool" Kline nodded calmly. "Very well, you may now think or ask questions." As he spoke, "The Turner" Aljer and "Justice" Odile keenly picked up a subtle clue from the conversation: "The Seeker" lady had been deeply concerned earlier about whether her physical glasses could seal her "Eye of Insight," a worry she had never previously experienced during all the past gatherings. This indicated a significant enhancement in her "Eye of Insight" ability. Hmm, why has this improvement occurred so suddenly? Has she, has she ascended to the rank of half-god? Are we now seeing our second half-god among the Tarot? "Justice" Odile recalled the lady's acquisition of mythic creatures' blood and immediately formed a hypothesis. She glanced casually at the male members across the table, noticing that Mr. The Hangman’s posture had subtly shifted, adopting a more defensive stance—seemingly aware that Ms. The Hermit had now become half-divine. Young Sol’s gaze remained fixed on the copper-green cross, showing no immediate reaction. Mr. The Moon, Emlyn, lifted his head a moment later, glancing toward Ms. The Hermit. Mr. The Star was similar to Young Sol, though his eyes appeared slightly vacant, as if waiting for the journal segment to conclude. "Respected Mr. The Fool, may this question be carried over to next time?" Ms. The Hermit, Gauthier, responded. Carried over to next time… Is The Queen of Mysteries still unwilling to be affected by the mood? Then why did she suddenly offer a page of journal? What had she foreseen? To preserve the image of The Fool, Caine didn’t ask for clarification, simply nodded gently. "Yes." "Cadellia said nothing more, and materialized the page of the diary, watching it appear in the hands of the "Fool." Cain casually glanced at it, taking in most of its contents: "July 19th, the night of the blood moon. 'The Door' gentleman's response confirmed something for me—within that ancient and secret organization, the second blasphemous stone slab I observed was not complete!"