Moberg glanced at Leonard, speaking with a touch of puzzlement. "Not quite so cold or evil, after all..." He then lifted his glass and took a long, slow sip. "Don't you see? The higher the sequence, the more detached, the more intense the madness becomes? Every great noble family in the Kingdom of Solomon must have at least one angel—someone who's clearly different from ordinary people. As for how cold or evil they are, that depends on the anchor they've chosen and the unique nature of their own extraordinary path. I'm not entirely sure what my grandfather was like, only that He has always been kind and approachable, with a relaxed manner. Moreover, the Emperor has established certain rules, all of which emphasize discord—He wouldn't be satisfied if every great noble family followed the same style." The first point made sense, but the second one came as a surprise, almost amusing. Had the "Black Emperor" of the Kingdom of Solomon finally developed into a full-blown perfectionist? It had to be unbalanced... Caine didn't wear a thick mask, a slight upward curve at the corner of his mouth. At that moment, "Justice" Audrey turned her head toward him and voiced the shared question between herself and "The Star": "An anchor?" They both knew that the aesthetic of the Fourth Age favored asymmetry and discord, taking it for granted as common sense, never deeply questioning why such an aesthetic existed. "For the gods, believers and faith are the anchors," Caine explained simply. Ah, so it is... "The Fool" had also mentioned stability... Audrey felt her perspective suddenly opened, allowing her to examine more closely the relationship between the gods and their followers. Meanwhile, she found herself wondering: "When 'The Fool' first awakened, He must have had few, if any, followers. What then was His anchor?" Leonard listened carefully to Caine's explanation, his expression growing increasingly serious, as though many thoughts had suddenly come to him. He quickly refocused his attention on Mobert, pausing thoughtfully before saying, "What kind of angel is Palis Soloyasde, and what are his habits?" Indeed, Leonard was being quite cautious—he still hadn't fully convinced himself that the elderly figure within him was truly Palis Soloyasde. It wasn't out of the question that the real Palis had already fallen, and that the one currently alive was merely a substitute. For an angel of the 'Theft' path, this kind of substitution was entirely routine... And from the perspective of the hidden beings, simply assuming the identity was enough to claim it—there was no need to make a point of revealing the truth. Ah, in matters of genuine importance and personal concern, Leonard proved more reliable than I had expected. Otherwise, he would never have discovered that I was still alive. As for other matters, however, he was simply too relaxed, too accustomed to relying on past experience—far from lacking intelligence, merely unwilling to put in the effort. Klein found himself quietly reflecting on this. Moberet paused for two seconds, then took another sip of distilled spirits. "He behaves at home like an ordinary elder—rather talkative, a bit critical of the younger generation, fond of enjoying life. If you hadn't known beforehand, you'd never guess he's a Sequence-1 angel. His taste differs from the Emperor's; he's deeply committed to categorization and emphasizes neatness and order. When facing enemies, he excels at deception, preferring to dismantle his opponents until they collapse..." This aligns well with the traits he's currently displaying. Leonard nodded gently and then asked, "Do you have a portrait of him?" "How could I carry around a portrait with me? I'm not even on a search mission!" Moberet shook his head with a good deal of amusement. At that moment, Leonard suddenly pointed to the painting beside him. "There it is!" "Ah?" Moberet turned around, puzzled and bewildered, only to realize that a large oil painting had appeared on the right side of his hand without him noticing. As he picked up the oil painting, the scene gradually came into focus, revealing an elderly man with deep brown eyes. His hair, now completely white though not particularly sparse, was neatly combed back. He had few wrinkles on his forehead, around his eyes, or at the corners of his mouth, suggesting he wasn't quite as aged as one might expect. It was clear he had once been quite attractive—somewhat resembling Moberet—though his overall demeanor was more serious. One would never have guessed he was a Sequence 1 angel… perhaps because he hadn't revealed his mythical being form? "Justice" Audrey slightly raised her toes and glanced at the painting. After remembering the details of the portrait, Leonard asked a few more questions about the Zoroastrian family, all of which were answered satisfactorily—except for the names of the magical potions from Sequence 3 down to Sequence 0. Moberet didn't know these either; he only vaguely recalled that Sequence 1 was called "The Chrono-Beetle." After addressing that topic, Leonard turned to inquire about the Solomonic Empire: "What were the great noble families like in your time?" "There weren't many families with ducal titles," said Moberet, setting down his wine cup and spreading his hands. "Our family—the Zoroastrian family, the Abraham family, the Charathu family. Also, the Medici family, and Lord Ululius, though they lack formal titles, hold a status no less distinguished than the great nobility." As he named each family, he bent one finger at a time, until his palm formed a complete fist. Then he smiled and added, "Indeed, although the Toud and the Trenzost families were among the Emperor's most loyal angels, they still ranked below us, standing alongside Augustus and Castilla." The history of the Augustus family stretching back to the Solomonic Empire era was truly remarkable—Odaire, who had been slightly surprised, listened with growing intensity. Leonard paused, then asked, "What was the political situation on the northern continent during that time?" "All beings bow to the Emperor, even the deities, who, in order to counter opposing forces, recognize the Emperor's sovereignty." Mobeit chuckled. "Each deity has its own terrestrial realm. In more sparsely populated regions, the night, war, and death gods are in constant conflict, while the storm, blazing sun, and wisdom gods harbor significant disagreements among themselves. The earth realm remains ambivalent, leaning slightly toward the war god. This lack of cohesion renders them unable to form a stable alliance, making it difficult to challenge the Emperor's alliance with the true Creator." Mobeit paused and sighed, "Precisely to achieve balance, the Emperor chose not to launch an offensive against the southern continent, allowing the god of death to unify the fertile plains and the ancient forests, establishing the Kingdom of Baylang." Not so—eventually, the six gods reached consensus, and thus the 'Black Emperor' fell, giving rise to the united realm of Tord-Trenn-ost. Leonard recalled some of the things Paleis Soloyas had mentioned, and suddenly felt a deep sense of historical depth and timelessness. At that moment, Mobert turned his head again and asked, "Do you have any cigarettes?" "This little thing coming from the followers of the True Maker is truly excellent," he remarked. Leonard immediately summoned his dream and materialized a cigarette, offering it. "An improved version?" Mobert extended his right hand, stole a flame from the kitchen behind the inn, lit the cigarette, and took a deep draw. Watching the plume of smoke escape through his nostrils, Leonard asked curiously, "Do the followers of the True Maker enjoy smoking?" "Yes, even the Medici, occasionally, though for him it's merely a habit," Mobert replied without reservation. Leonard nodded gently and then asked, "Which deity do you worship?" "Of course, Your Majesty. All the imperial nobility revere Your Majesty—except, perhaps, the Medici and Ullois, who believe in the True Creator. And as for Duke Berthel of Bethel, I suspect he may be only pretending. To my knowledge, He believes only in Himself." Moberet said casually. Moberet watched the cigarette burning slowly in his hands and remarked, "This flavor isn't very stimulating, huh? The era of turmoil refers to the period between the end of the Great Cataclysm and the establishment of the Empire—roughly 112 years. Our family's first ancestor to become an angel fell during that time. Fortunately, we had the then-empire's emperor, still not yet ascended to divinity, who helped us preserve our exceptional traits." "Who did it?" Leonard asked immediately. Moberet shook his head, "I haven't reached Sequence 4 yet, so I'm not qualified to know many details. As for the Duke of Berath-Abraham—I don't know him deeply myself, but I'm quite interested in his family and the exceptional path they've mastered. It's said that apprentices can journey through the stars by Sequence 2, though some accounts claim it's Sequence 3." The stars? Klein's pupils slightly widened, and his focus sharpened. At this point, Mobert continued, "They left behind numerous travel logs about the stars, recording many fascinating observations. Unfortunately, I've never managed to borrow them. However, I've heard they've distilled three laws of star-wandering: 'First, never respond to any call; second, never approach unfamiliar beings or structures rashly; third, endure solitude.' It sounds as though the stars are both vast and perilous... I wonder if the current Abrahamic family still holds any such star-related travel logs. I'll have the 'Sorceress' inquire about them later. Klein's gaze swept across, meeting the look of the 'Justice' lady who had just turned toward him—both of them immediately realized the other had thought of the 'Sorceress' as well. Leonard was no different; he nodded slightly and asked about other matters. As Mobert recalled these memories, the dream subtly shifted, and they began to see the forms of the high-ranking figures such as Medici and Ulorius. Of course, "Black Emperor" and Bertel Abraham, having had few interactions with Mobert, were often too hesitant to meet his gaze, their images remaining hazy and indistinct. Toward the end, Audrey grasped Kline and Leonard by the arms, guiding them into Chatas's dream. "...Shall I take care of this one?" Audrey of Justice only offered the suggestion after pausing for several seconds.