Count Mistral of the Bloodline furrowed his brow slightly, not entirely willing to admit it, yet speaking with genuine honesty: "The news likely wasn't leaked beforehand." If it had been, the half-deity of the Rose School would have had ample time to leverage the responses from the "Tree of Desire" and the divine calamity Seara, setting up more dangerous and formidable traps—traps that angels couldn't easily resolve. This precisely explains why Mistral earlier described the traps as hastily arranged and somewhat rushed. It thus fully demonstrates the absence of any insider betrayal. After all, only the participants tonight were privy to the plan in advance. To leak the information would have been feasible at any point before now—unless someone had changed their mind at the last minute or sought to gain additional advantage through urgency, which would have left clear traces. Sharon, still wearing her black soft hat, continued to gaze at the restaurant now without a roof, remaining silent for a moment before saying: "Perhaps there are other means of detecting the threat." "For this mission, the House of Blood has activated a seal—an object capable of disrupting even demons' instinctive warnings, let alone their spiritual intuition." "Perhaps that's it," Mirstal could think of no better explanation. At the room on the second floor of the restaurant, aside from the red wine in the cups and the odd little figures that had vanished into thin air, everything else remained untouched, as though nothing had ever happened. Originally, Sharon and Mirstal could have attempted divination to uncover what had transpired before the attack and to reconstruct the events leading up to it. But now, they could no longer do so, as every area around them had been illuminated by that "red moon," receiving the blessing of the "Mother Tree of Desire." As a result, divination naturally pointed toward this malevolent deity, making the outcome almost impossible to imagine. Before Sharon could speak, Mirastal silently inhaled and said, "Everything has unforeseen factors—perfect success is impossible. Let's just settle for today. If we stay any longer, the official forces are likely to notice something amiss." As soon as he finished speaking, the black chains that had lifted the roof into the air instantly dimmed and faded. The roof then descended once more, covering the second floor of the restaurant, appearing exactly as it had before. Of course, during windy or rainy days, there would inevitably be leaks; and during storms, the roof would be lifted again. The massive bat wings that had covered the surrounding area retracted into darkness, and the gentle, steady rain once more settled over the space. Klein, standing in the shadow, watched the figure of Miss Sharon, dressed in a black court gown, rapidly fade into transparency, vanish, and witness a shimmering mist rise, countless small bats scattering in different directions. He furrowed his brows, murmuring silently, "What on earth has happened...?" Unexpected events were not frightening—what was truly terrifying was not knowing what the unexpected even was. At any stage, the unknown always instilled fear. Suddenly, at that very moment, a voice, slightly intermittent and fragmented, reached his ears: "What...?" "Has...?" "Happened...?" "Exactly...?" Klein turned his head and noticed that the messenger lady had appeared from the spiritual realm at some point, now standing beside him. The four golden-haired, red-eyed heads in her hands were all gazing at the dining room. "Could you perhaps see what happened before?" Klein asked, hesitating. Once the "heterogeneous" path reaches the stage of "unresting spirits," one can freely enter and exit the spiritual realm, directly receiving insights from there—whether through intuitive spiritual perception or divination and prophecy—becoming exceptionally skilled in both. The corresponding Sequence 2 angels in this regard are certainly no exception. Thus, Caine poses this question. He had actually intended to ask Emlyn White why he suddenly felt nauseated, his facial expression twisted to a certain extent, but he skillfully restrained his curiosity, mastering the corresponding impulse. "Not yet—no target found..." Emlyn struggled to recall what Count Mistrall had observed, but due to the blockage imposed by Marquis Nibais, he could only gain access to the scene through the "Vow of Roses" on their rings once the "Red Moon" rose. However, this ability quickly faltered under the overwhelming sensation of the anomaly. In his mind, Emlyn murmured: "The half-god from the Disciplines of Rest was embodied within a mannequin? What a masterpiece—truly artistic!" "No target found? How could that be?" Marquis Mariich's brow could not help but furrow. In his view, up until just now, everything had proceeded smoothly, and there had been no motivation—on his part, on Sharon's, or among the Bloodline—to reveal the news to the Rose Order. As for Sherlock Moriaty, he has long proven his credibility through repeated collaborations. Despite his profound disappointment and bewilderment, Mariichi maintained a composed expression and said, "Then let's leave this area as soon as possible." The moment the words left his lips, his form began to fade, truly embodying the essence of a "wandering spirit." Emlyn instinctively wanted to ask which puppet master he was familiar with, but upon opening his mouth, he realized that such a question might undermine the noble image of a vampire, and thus swallowed his words. "Even if I know that master, I simply don't have the funds to buy... For the mission I carry, I must always make sacrifices. Unfortunately, this time I failed to capture the half-deity of the Rose School, so I cannot gain insight into their current headquarters situation or retrieve the sacred relic left behind by the founder..." As Emlyn's thoughts flowed, his expression grew increasingly serious. ........ The Beckland Bridge district, Iron Gate Street, one of the pool rooms at the "The Brave" tavern. Klein, in the image of Sherlock Moriarty, sat across from Sharon and Mariachi. After a brief silence, Sharon, dressed in a black court gown and seated on a high stool, looked steadily at the great detective and asked, "What do you think?" Sharon, wearing her delicate soft hat, gave a barely perceptible nod: "Is the surface a trap, and the essence a cover-up?" Klein responded slowly: "Yes. By setting such traps, clearing the scene, disrupting divination, and concealing the actual circumstances at the time, they effectively mask what happened. Only a half-god from the Rose School—someone who truly seeks to conceal a secret—would risk staying at the scene for an extended period." "But perhaps they didn't anticipate that we have angelic bloodline members assisting with the traps," Marijch suggested. Klein smiled: "They wouldn't overlook the angels behind you. Anyone who could so precisely target the hidden members of the Rose School in Beckland must have deep insight into their operations—someone who knows them well. I'm referring to Renette Tiniel." "What secret are they trying to conceal?" Sharon seemed to have accepted Klein's skepticism, sitting up straight and asking. Klein shook his head. "There are so many possibilities—perhaps the secret of the timely detection of the attack, or perhaps something they've been planning in Beckland all along..." As he tried to weave the Rose School into the current tense situation in Beckland, he found that neither the divine nor the infernal powers seemed likely to collaborate with the 'Tree of Desire.' This only deepened his confusion about what unforeseen developments such unknowns might bring. He paused, his gaze sweeping over Sharon and Marijic's faces. "In any case, we must remain cautious and vigilant—come here as little as possible." "Once we ensure our own safety, we should begin monitoring other members of the Rose School to uncover any hidden secrets." "Thank you," Sharon's form floated upward as she bowed. Marijic did the same. A vibrant red flame surged upward, and Caine's figure vanished from sight. According to their prior agreement, since he hadn't had the chance to act, his compensation consisted solely of a once-over, free assistance from Renette Tiniel. Well, if the ritual can be replaced with "The Embrace of the Angels," Miss Justice can begin her promotion efforts within the next couple of days. It's time to schedule the exploration of "The Travels of Grolle." After all, Leonard has already become a "Spirit-Witch" for several days now and is quite idle. Klein exhaled in relief and responded to Miss Justice, prompting her to begin the offering. Given the steadily intensifying situation and the growing number of uncertainties, Klein hopes to rapidly enhance himself across several fronts: first, by acquiring more secret figures and seals; second, by restoring his allies; and third, by deepening his knowledge and uncovering hidden secrets—this will enable him to gain insights into the truth, discern the genuine intentions of various factions, and identify strategic opportunities. The exploration of "The Travels of Grolle" directly corresponds to the third point. PS: I'd like to recommend a book that was removed from Qianqi (the starting point platform)—you can find it on QQ Book City or WeChat Reading. The book is titled "Tang Can," a story about a Tang Dynasty peasant uprising army with a solid moral compass and a strong love for food, who triumphs over the world.