On the way from Berkland Street to Saint Samuel's Church, Klein passed by the "Rune Charitable Scholarship Fund" at 22 Pesfeir Street, and was surprised to find the building still open. As a founder and current board member, he had a considerable interest in its operations, so he paused, turned, and walked over. As soon as he entered the main doors, he saw Miss Audrey descending from the second floor, accompanied by her personal maid, a golden-haired dog, and several staff members. "Good noon," Klein approached her, expressing his surprise. "It seems like there's nothing urgent here under these circumstances." Holding a newspaper, Miss Audrey turned to Dowen Tantris and said, "Several scholarship recipients were injured in this air raid; I just visited them and have arranged for their follow-up treatment." Her eyes were slightly glistening, as if she had witnessed a series of deeply moving scenes in the hospital. "May the goddess protect them." Klein realized, drawing a crimson moon on his chest. Seizing the opportunity, he voiced the idea he had prepared in advance: "I intend to contribute additional funds to help the foundation purchase food, medicine, and medical equipment. In this man-made crisis, we can do even more." "That's a wonderful idea," said Audrey, gently tapping four times in a clockwise motion on her own chest, her eyes clearly filled with genuine appreciation and compassion. "I will do my best as well." She didn't want to stop at mere donations—she wanted to organize the necessary efforts. Klein nodded: "No praise is needed. At this moment, I'm simply doing what I ought to have done all along." "In addition to the donation, I will also be contributing food. You can directly coordinate this with my steward, Walter, um, Miss Audry, I can draft a power of attorney right now so you can act on my behalf to access resources at Château de Morgon." "And what about you, Monsieur Dantès?" Miss Audry asked, as if she had already formed a guess. This was the most natural response in the current context. "I've received a notice from the Church requesting assistance with certain initiatives—specific details, however, I haven't yet visited Saint-Séverin Church, so I don't yet know. What I do know for certain is that I'll be traveling extensively in the near future and won't be able to return to Château de Morgon for a considerable period of time." Clément outlined the reasons he had prepared. "Miss Audry, my experience working at the Foundation has given me a deep appreciation for your character and capabilities. Your background and social standing also shape your perspective and vision. To entrust these matters to you is the very best course I can think of." Klein didn't expect his lies to fool a seasoned "audience"—he was only trying to deceive the people surrounding Justice Audrey, well, except for the dog. Was the "World" gentleman temporarily giving up his identity as D'Artagnan in order to hide and carry out certain undertakings? Audrey nodded thoughtfully, pausing for a few seconds before saying, "Given the current situation, I can't refuse such a request." Klein breathed a quiet sigh of relief, then immediately sent his personal servant, Enjuni, up to the upper floor to fetch paper and a pen. In the presence of the staff, he personally drafted and signed the letter, sealing it with his signature and seal. Once everything was done, Klein turned his gaze to the newspaper held by Audrey: "Is there anything else that has happened? I just returned from outside the city and only heard the newsboys shouting that the Kingdom has declared war on Fausse." Audrey pressed her lips together, her expression slightly somber as she said, "Just a short while after the Fasque airship fleet launched an attack on Beckland, their Sunya Sea Fleet took advantage of the dense fog to strike the Royal Navy base and surrounding shipyards on Oak Island in the Port of Priz. Fortunately, the Storm Church had been warned in advance and sent an urgent telegraph—Priz Port was saved, though it suffered significant losses in ships and factories, and reportedly many lives were lost, with numerous others severely injured." "This is what war is," Klein sighed. "Could I see how the King declared war?" Audrey knew King George III had issues; she could detect a subtle undercurrent of irony in the tone of the man known as 'The World.' Without hesitation, she passed him the newspaper. It was the *Tassok Gazette*. And Klein need not expand—he simply saw, on the front page headline, the king’s war declaration: “… Seven hundred and eight years ago, the Fyrsakians seized the island of Sunya from us, “One year ago, they took half our interests in Eastern Baylang, “Today, they have bombed Beckland and attacked the Port of Priz, resulting in countless deaths and injuries among the Ruin people, their blood staining the land. “We can no longer retreat. Retreat only brings further humiliation from the Fyrsakians. If we retreat further, we will lose all our overseas interests, our products will go unsold, countless workers will be unemployed, and more farmers will fall into bankruptcy! “… “All that has happened in the past and present demonstrates that justice lies firmly with us, and that we now possess the strength to achieve a complete victory.” "Ladies and gentlemen, I, your Emperor George III, hereby declare war upon Fossac, representing both Houses of Parliament and the Royal Government—unless they raise their white flags and surrender, we shall not cease our advance! 'Forward! Recapture the island of Souli! Forward! Conquer Saint-Milon!' 'Victory is ours, and the gods are with us!' In the dim, tranquil atmosphere, Caine found a seat, removed his hat, clasped his hands together, and placed them before his mouth and nose, softly chanting the sacred name of the "Goddess of Night." Then he said: "…I have received word from the spirit of the 'Red Angel' that Charathus has likely already arrived in Beckland, and the secret sanctuary within the 'Emperor of Blood's' hidden site is probably the tomb required for the 'Emperor of Black's' rites..." As for his personal servant, Enyuni, holding a cane, walked toward the church door, waiting there. Outside the library, Archbishop Anthony turned to face Dauton Tancred, offering a slight smile and saying, "The war has begun; there are so many things to attend to. As a devoted follower of the goddess, would you be willing to offer some assistance?" Indeed... it seems Lady Arianna has already left for Béklând... While reflecting on this, Dauton drew the Red Moon upon his chest: "It is my great honor to honor the goddess." Immediately after, he asked, "What specifically would you like me to do?" "I will inform you when there's something specific to attend to. For now, please try not to return home." Saint Anthony spoke in words that seemed somewhat illogical. At once, Dauton understood the implication—namely, to remain hidden, temporarily unable to confront Charathu, offering only limited protection within a certain radius. As I expected, the goddess was still digesting the "uniqueness" of the "Death" path, and for a long time, she hadn't manifested her divine presence. The church's upper echelons had to manage the war, while the negative effects of the Level Zero seals grew increasingly terrifying—one after another. Klein nodded gently: "Yes, Your Grace." "May the goddess protect you." Saint Anthony drew the crimson moon. "Praise the goddess; her only destiny is peace." Klein responded with practiced ease. Then he left the Church of Saint Samuel, accompanied by his personal servant, and turned onto another street. After walking for a while, without realizing it, both Doun Tang-Tsai and Enyuni had vanished. ........ In the eastern district, within a two-bedroom rental apartment, Klein, with his plain, unremarkable face, drew out his adventurer's mouth organ and blew gently into it. Soon, Renette Tynicol, carrying four golden-haired, bright-eyed heads, stepped out of the void, showing no surprise at her covenant's new appearance. Caine did not produce a letter, but simply said, "Tell Miss Sharin and Marshal Mariich that Charath has arrived in Beckland and is likely in contact with the Rose School—ask them to be especially cautious. For the near future, they should avoid going to the 'Courageous Ones' tavern as well." "Charath..." This time, all four of Renette Tynicol's heads spoke at once, as though it had taken some effort to recall who exactly he was. "The Head of the Order, the Sequence-1 Angel who once went mad and is now recovered." Caine produced a coin and handed it to the messenger lady. He didn't mention that Charatu was particularly interested in Gelmán Sparo. It made sense that, as a high-ranking spiritual being, the Messenger Lady could sense his uniqueness to some extent—otherwise, this Angel would have no need to lower himself to serve as a messenger. If it were merely for the "Reenactment of Yesterday" sigil, He could have offered assistance in a more dignified manner. As for why Charatu failed to detect the gray mist's presence in the misty town yet remained drawn to Gelmán Sparo, Caine believed there were three reasons: first, the exceptional convergence inherent in the gray mist had drawn this powerful seer to Beckland, where he had foreseen something significant; second, Gelmán Sparo, despite receiving the wrong symbols, managed to leave the misty town and return to the real world; third, Gelmán Sparo might be connected to an organization that venerates the "Fool." Once Charatu came into contact with the Rose School and discovered that the "Tree of Desire" also showed interest in Gelmán Sparo, even without a clear direction for his speculation, his regard for him would rise significantly. Renee Tynicol said nothing more, tilting one of her heads slightly and biting into the gold coin. After watching the messenger girl depart, Caine pulled a chair over and sat down, studying the sky outside through the wooden desk between them. The layout of this rental apartment was just like the one he had lived in during his time in Tinggen—consisting of a bedroom inside and a living room, dining room, and study outside, with a set of a high and low bed. At that moment, the only others present in the room were the secret figures, Chounas and Enyuni.