Didn't Sharon mind being called by a nickname? How did she know? Had there been any direct conversation between the messenger and Miss Sharon? Upon hearing Réninet Tiniçol's reply, Cline was first taken aback, then a cascade of questions unfolded in his mind. In his view, under normal circumstances, messengers and letter recipients never exchanged any words—the process simply involved appearing, picking up the letter, and then departing. Moreover, when did the messenger need the recipient's permission to use a nickname? Had Frank Lee and Patrick Bryan expressed their approval? A few seconds later, Cline instinctively formed a guess: the messenger and Miss Sharon must have some connection, and Réninet Tiniçol simply didn't intend to conceal it. Calmed his thoughts, Caine opened the envelope, unfolded the letter, and quickly scanned its contents: "There's one matter I'd like to ask for your assistance—details can be discussed in person at the 'Courageous Tavern'..." Compared to before, Miss Sharon's wording had become less restrained, showing a slight improvement—was this a sign of her evolving into a half-deity? Caine thought for a moment, then walked to his desk, picked up a pen, and wrote on the same sheet: "When would you like to meet?" Setting down the pen, he glanced at Renette Tiniel, who stood by the side, still present, as if waiting for him to finish writing. Caine felt even more confident. He folded the letter neatly and handed it over, speaking casually: "To Miss Sharon." Renee Tiniocor held one of the heads, which bit into the letter, while the remaining three spoke in sequence: "You..." "this time..." "still..." "haven't..." "paid..." "the postage..." When the flame stream subsided, Klein's figure had vanished from the armchair position, with scattered embers swirling in the air and gently settling into the nearby trash can under the invisible breeze. In the northern district of Beckland, the Iowood district, and the bridge area, the gas lights in individual homes—scattered and not adjacent—successively brightened slightly before returning to normal. Not long after, Klein appeared in a private apartment he rented along the eastern edge of the district, changed into fresh clothes, donned gold-framed spectacles, and assumed the persona of Sherlock Holmes, making his way to the "Courageous Bar." This time, he did not go to find Ian, who was engaged in a board game with a group of people in the game room. Instead, he listened quietly for a few seconds, then opened the door of one of the billiard rooms and stepped inside. As he locked the door behind him, figures began to take shape on either side of him. Sitting upright on the left high stool is Sharon, wearing a delicate soft hat, a courtly long dress, with light golden hair and blue eyes. Compared to before, her complexion is no longer as pale, though she still carries a slight pallor, making her appear more like a porcelain doll than a spectral woman. Standing beside the table on the right is Marič, the young man who enjoys playing cards with the living dead—now increasingly pale, with his hidden malice less restrained, yet clearly conveying a palpable sense of suppression. "Good evening, both of you," Klein smiles, removing his hat and bowing. "Good evening, Detective先生," Sharon lifts slightly as if weightless, returning the bow with earnestness, and Marič does the same. At this moment, the table tennis room feels especially haunted. Klein casually takes a seat on one of the stools, chuckling: "What's the matter this time?" "I'm sorry—perhaps we'll have to trouble you again," Sharon adds, bowing once more. Marich added, "We've reached an agreement with the Blood Court to collaborate in countering a key member of the Rose Order in Beckland. The specifics will be handled by us—how to bring them out, how to set up ambushes, how to execute the action—though we simply hope you'll be present throughout, ready to evacuate us should any unforeseen events arise. Whatever you'd like to gain, please feel free to propose—it's all negotiable." That is, I'm serving as a contingency in case of emergencies... What if Emlyn also requests discreet assistance from 'The World'? Then their plan would feature two half-gods as reserves... Well, that could work too. I'll take on the role of Sherlock Moriarty, and have Cunus Colg assume the role of Germain Sparo. Klein paused for a few seconds, didn't directly respond to Marich's words, and instead said, "I have a few questions." Marich glanced at Sharon and nodded slightly, "Very well." Klein looked at Sharon, who sat on the high stool like a statue. "The mummy of Thutmose II that I previously received was prepared specifically for your promotion to Sequence 4—'the puppet.' And you're certain now that you've become a half-god?" This was information he had gathered from their conversations and letters, and now his primary purpose was to confirm it, thus opening the door to further questions. Sharon quietly gazed back at him, her voice slightly ethereal, with a sense of otherworldliness and inhumanity. "Yes." Klein nodded gently and then asked directly, "What is your relationship with Renette Tiniel?" Sharon's blue eyes flickered almost imperceptibly. "He is my teacher." Teacher... He... Klein had already suspected this, yet he nearly gasped, feeling a subtle ache in his teeth. In an instant, though his expression remained steady, a cascade of thoughts surged through his mind: "...Was the messenger lady originally an angel?" Could I really have used an angel as a messenger? Isn't that a bit extravagant? After all, He's still Miss Sharon's teacher... I suspect His initial application for the position of my messenger wasn't simply a matter of chance! It seems clear now that He must be in opposition to the "Tree of Desire." When He first entered into a contract with me, did He not recognize that the "Tree of Desire" was eyeing me—no, that it was destined to be my adversary? That explains why Miss Sharon has been able to so easily obtain the recipe for the "Puppet" magic potion and its corresponding materials—there must have been support from her teacher. As thoughts raced through him, Caine decided to pose a first question, using either Miss Sharon or Mariichi's responses to steady his composure. After a brief pause, he asked: "What exactly happened?" This time, it was Sharon who answered, speaking with a calm, lifeless tone that even surpassed the mechanical figure of Horamik. "In the early fifth age, the Death God fell, and in response, waves of resistance emerged across the southern continent—particularly in the Star Plateau and the Pas River Valley—against the rule of the Baylan Empire." During this process, the "Bound God" emerged, and the Rosary School was founded. My teacher, originally the daughter of a highland ruler, later became a devoted follower of the "Bound God," assisting her father in establishing the highland kingdom. Subsequently, she ascended to become one of the leading angels of Sequence 2, championing moderation and living a simple, restrained life in opposition to frenzy. Nine hundred and twenty-two years ago, the "Son of God," Seara, was born, and everything began to shift—indulgence in desires and bloody rituals gradually became the prevailing trends. For a while, my teacher managed to uphold moderation, preserving the principles of the restrained faction. However, over time, the influence of the "Mother Tree of Desire" grew stronger, and Seara herself achieved significant elevation, ultimately becoming a true "Divine Calamity." Internal conflicts erupted. My teacher sheltered us, guiding us through the highlands, river valleys, and grasslands. I watched as she fell, overwhelmed by the combined assault of Seara and the other high-ranking figures. "Yet He did not die completely; He had already made certain preparations, and rose in a special state within the spiritual realm, yearning for a complete physical body." Ah... So it is. That means the Messenger Lady currently possesses only the essence of an angel, lacking the corresponding strength, and is in a state of weakness—thus, it makes sense that she couldn't easily overcome the half-god Jakes of the Rose School. Wait, though I've collaborated with many angels, every single one of them has either been incomplete or very frail—except for Madame Arianna. One by one, they all share this condition. Azk, Palis Soloyasde, Will Onsait, and the Messenger Lady herself... Is there something amiss with my title as the 'Fool'? Do they all expect me to provide the corresponding incantation for each of the ancient scholars? Klein felt a sudden clarity, and was filled with deep reflection. He didn’t ask why Renette Tini科尔 still craved wealth. After a moment’s thought, he said, “Miss Sharon, the Rose School certainly won’t lack the formula for the ‘puppet’ potion. Once you secured the mummy of Thutmose II, they likely already regarded you as a half-god. Moreover, Lady Renette Tini科尔 once appeared before the half-gods of the Rose School and fought them—thus, the Rose School must already know that He is alive, and therefore, they will certainly remain vigilant. Your teacher-student relationship with Him is no secret to them. “Given this, isn’t it rather idealistic to expect you and Mariqi to use yourselves as bait to lure out key members of the Rose School in Beckettland? “Do you think they’ll only send one or two half-gods to face you? What level of support can the Bloodline offer?” "Also, I mentioned earlier that, due to my certain status, the 'Tree of Desire' holds me in high regard—so much so that it has even prompted the 'Divine Calamity' Seraea to intervene directly, and they are equally aware of your teacher's collaboration with me. "Given all this, it's not difficult to anticipate the impact your arrival will have." At this point, Caine's expression grew serious and he asked directly: "Both of you, are you aiming to invoke divine interventions in Beckland?" The entire table tennis room fell abruptly silent, yet Sharon's expression remained unchanged.