Above the gray mist, observing the swift aging and decay of Milgorgen, the "Slayer of Light," into white bones, Caine naturally recalled Moebert, Chastas, Longzeler, and Snowman—the ones who had left the *Travels of Grols* years ago. He had been unable to stop them then, and now he could not either, because the leader of the "Court Pursuers" had never recited the name of the "Fool," and thus could not be drawn into the gray mist. Yet, compared to before, Caine, now wielding the "Sea God's Staff" and using the "Prayer Points," could accomplish far more. He immediately accepted the "Black Emperor" card, summoned the mysterious powers of the space above the gray mist, and enabled the "Paper Angel" to carry forth its own words, through the deep red stars, into the real world, descending upon the fragmented spirit of Milgorgen. This was his most dignified act as the "Fool," for the "True Maker" still watched over this region. As Milgorgen's consciousness rapidly faded, a sudden image appeared before him—a celestial angel bearing layers of black wings. His spiritual form gradually slowed its dissolution, and a resonant, majestic voice echoed in his ears: "What is the ritual for the advancement of the 'Silver Knight' potion, and what are the supporting materials? Is Salsir truly asleep within the Giant King's palace?" Milgongen replied, dazed and confused: "The ritual for the 'Silver Knight' originates from the 'Board of Desecration.' It requires the construction of a complex altar, with the remains of six powerful creatures he has slain arranged in precise positions, and a divine blessing received thereafter... The supporting materials are... I'm not certain. In any case, the door has remained closed since Salsir the Great entered." As he spoke, Milgongen's spirit slowly and firmly faded, until finally, he could no longer sustain himself, dissolving into scattered beams of light and merging into the unchanging twilight of the 'Giant King's Court.' This conversation took place within the realm of 'mind,' and the others present could not hear it. Good thing I was careful not to reveal the primary ingredient of the "Silver Knight" potion to Milgorgen—after all, I could simply substitute it with my exceptional trait. Otherwise, I'd have barely heard the answer to the second question... The " Fool" breathed out a quiet sigh, mentally praising himself. He then refocused his attention, carefully pondering Milgorgen's previous words: "Divine blessing?" Won't this promotion ceremony be a bit too demanding, considering it's only Sequence 3? Well, taking the historical context into account, Milgongen—being a survivor from the Second Age—considers the angels to be divine beings, placing them on par with the gods. Therefore, the angels' blessings should be sufficient. Ah, let me verify this with a divination spell. Of course, even if the angels' blessings are adequate, I still don't have a solution at the moment. I'll need to check whether the 'Level 0' seal object from Silver City possesses a living quality—whether it can be communicated with. "Actually, the arrangement of the altar seems quite intricate. Do we absolutely need the remains of six powerful creatures, each hunted personally, to have a demi-god level or higher?" It's quite a challenge for the "hunters" beyond the "deserted by the gods" region—there aren't many half-divine beings available to hunt, most of whom are backed by powerful organizations and protected by established networks. So, it seems the War God's Church has developed a new solution while preserving the essential nature of the ritual. That must be the difference between the second and the first "Board of Desecration." Then he cast this message toward the deep red star representing the "Sun." "This is a gift from the Sir of the Fool," he said, chuckling to himself, growing increasingly intrigued by Milgongen's answer to the second question: he had not stated whether Sasril was truly asleep, but only that, after the dark angel entered, the great door had never reopened. And it had never reopened—only that one door. "The God of Knowledge and Wisdom" gave me the key, and Adam bestowed upon me the "Cross of No Darkness"—wasn't that meant to open the door and verify the state of the dark angel? As his thoughts turned, a sense of relief washed over him. It was fortunate that the True Maker seemed less interested. If the one who had just arrived had also descended with intent to influence Milgongen's dissolving spirit, they would have encountered the "paper angel" of the Fool right there and then. That would have been quite awkward. Only now, after taking a deep breath, could Deric open his eyes, his face pale with the pallor of someone who had lost a significant amount of blood—blood drawn by the Cross to sustain the "Domain of Light." He glanced around, placing the "Cross of Light" before him and sincerely thanking the "Knight of the Fool" for his steadfast support. At that moment, Heimr placed his great hammer, "Thor's Roar," and his personal weapon down, unfastened his satchel, and handed a set of garments to the chief. For the Silver City exploration team, any clothing that wasn't enchanted or magical inevitably suffered wear and tear during battle, so they always carried several spare sets—after all, the primary function of clothing was not merely to cover the body, but to provide space for storing materials, potions, and spells. Colin Iliad scanned the surroundings carefully, noting no signs of disturbance, and then quickly dressed, retrieving a small metal vial from among the scattered ones left behind during the battle, unscrewing the stopper, and taking a long, steady sip. His face turned a bit green, as though showing signs of poisoning, yet the wounds on his body and the signs of decline were gradually improving. Loviea could no longer sustain her pastoral care of the spectral knight, and had now absorbed it into her own being. When the extraordinary qualities of Milgongen coalesced into a luminous, silvery glow resembling both a heart and a miniature sun, which was then taken by the "Hunter of Monsters" Colyn, the elder "shepherd" looked steadily toward the distant palace of the Giant King and said: "First among the leaders, the path to the sea is likely hidden there." Loviea paused and added: "Perhaps there's even a way to reach the other side of the sea directly within." While Colyn Iliat watched Deric, Heim, and the others clearing the battlefield, gathering supplies, and tending to the shattered body of Antilna, he shook his head and remarked: "The 'Dark Angel' sleeps within—certainly a king among the angels. We are utterly unable to face her, let alone confront her directly." "We'll first go back and tell everyone about the sea, then prepare for entering the Giant King's palace," Luvia said, her silver-gray hair gently swaying, her expression unusually serious. "But right now, we know nothing—there's no way to make targeted preparations." After pausing for two seconds, she added, "I have a proposal. You and Dariq, and Heine, go back first. I'll stay and try to enter the palace to gather useful intelligence. I can blend into the shadows—perhaps I won't disturb the 'Angel of Darkness.' If I don't return, it means the danger inside has surpassed what we can handle." When mentioning the possibility of her own death, Luvia's expression remained completely unchanged, as if she had anticipated this moment. The warrior, Colin, listened quietly and then gazed at her for several seconds before saying, "No. We can't bear such a risk." "If you awaken the 'Angel of Darkness,' he might leave the 'Kingdom of the Giants' and launch an attack on the City of Silver—something we will certainly be unable to withstand." Before Loviea could respond, Colin Iliath turned his head and looked at the other three members: "What do you think, Dric?" What do I think? Dric was genuinely puzzled, nearly asking it back. Heinm and the other 'Dawn Knight' were equally astonished—this was an internal dispute among the 'Six-Body Council,' and Colin Iliath was now seeking Dric Berg's opinion! Could it be that the Chief was grooming Dric to become the next 'Six-Body Council' elder? The two exploration team members exchanged thoughtful glances with their teammates beside them. ...Are you really asking my opinion? The 'Fool' of the Gray Mist, Kline, slightly furrowed his brow. His mind immediately began to race: "What could I possibly have to say?" "If the door is opened and Sasriel is awakened, I'll be unable to save anyone—I'll only have to leave you to pray to the True Maker! I'll still wait until I've clarified the condition of the Dark Angel from the Red Angel's spirit and other relevant entities before proceeding. As for the Wisdom Dragon and Adam, I'll set their thoughts aside for now. Regardless, at this moment, prudence and caution are the right choices." Thoughts swiftly turning, Cline spoke with dignified authority: "Return." He then projected this scene into the deep red star representing "the Sun." Deryck paused for two seconds, calmly responding to the chief's question: "I believe we should temporarily set aside our current efforts and return when we're ready." Colin Ilyas nodded and then addressed "The Shepherd," Lovira: "That is my decision." Lovira paused and replied: "I shall follow your decision." She said no more, and helped Deryck and the others make their marks. — Since Antilna and the others did not die at the hands of relatives, there is a strong likelihood of an unexpected transformation, the exploration team will mark this location to alert future travelers. However, being far from the City of Silver, there is no concern that this will affect the city itself. Amidst her busy activities, Loviya suddenly looked up at Deric and Heim. "This is the 'Kingdom of the Giants,' and here, a transformation is unlikely," she said, without further explanation. She watched as the accumulated flesh and bones of Antilna were burned to ash by the flames, then reached out, gathering a handful and placing it into one of her leather pouches. After completing these tasks, the Silver City exploration team searched for any other possible passages, only to find their hopes dashed. Then, under the leadership of Chief Colin Iliat, they began retracing their steps. As they entered the palace where the doors had vanished and where the 'Painters' Orchestra' was performing, Deric turned back once more, gazing once again at the broken balustrade beyond, at the distant orange-hued clouds, and at the deep blue sea gently rippling in the distance. He gazed for a few seconds, then turned his gaze, noticing that the Chief's pale blue eyes were also quietly fixed on that direction. Colin then turned his head, speaking calmly and evenly, "Let's go." And then he didn't look back, moving steadily forward.