Sea Yuruh's gaze instantly froze, as though something within her mind was rapidly expanding, pressing against an invisible barrier and bursting forth. By instinct, she shifted her视线 and slightly curled her body. Then, a beam of light surged from the depths of her soul, exploding into countless fragments of memory that surged back and forth in tumultuous waves. Suddenly, she remembered the events that had unfolded at home—the way her parents, the housemaid, and the male servant had either donned glasses or gently pressed on their eyes—those indescribable feelings of dread were so vivid, as if etched into her very bones. Sea Yuruh's expression collapsed; her entire body shrunk into a tight ball, trembling violently, leaving the female servant in the carriage stunned and quickly rising to extend her hands, eager to steady her mistress. "No!" Sea Yuruh shivered, calling out with a voice nearly sharp and piercing. The servant was both startled and alarmed, standing motionless, unsure of what to do. After speaking out, Hai Ruo felt calmer, managed to sit up, and stared anxiously toward the front, where the mail carrier wearing single glasses had already moved into another street, leaving only his silhouette. "I was a bit unwell just now, but now I'm much better," Hai Ruo turned to the maid, managing to say. She realized she wasn't as frightened as she remembered—seemingly, after some time of adjustment, she could now begin to accept the situation. Otherwise, I might have lost control back then... Why did I use the word 'loss of control'? Fortunately, I had forgotten this memory earlier, so when I saw the mail carrier, I hadn't done anything particularly noticeable. It wasn't until about ten seconds later that I broke down—otherwise, someone might have noticed, and something terrible might have happened. Hai Ruo's thoughts kept flashing through her mind, while her body still carried a faint tremor. "Madam, shall we go to the clinic?" the maid asked promptly. Hai Rui'er shook her head instinctively, her mind swirling with confusion, and said casually, "Go to the 'Rune Charity Education Fund'—I remember there's a private clinic nearby." "Good," the maid turned and instructed the coachman to speed up. Hai Rui'er continued taking deep breaths, trying to calm her tense, anxious, and fearful state. Undoubtedly, this helped—though she hadn't completely collapsed, she now felt a bit more composed. At that moment, a sparrow had appeared on the roof of the carriage, having settled there at some point. It squinted one eye and, with a voice nearly inaudible, spoke human words: "She seems to have an unnecessary misunderstanding about me. 'I' must have crossed paths with her before—ah, she's a resident of Berkland Street, that's interesting..." Not long after, the carriage arrived at Peisfear Street, and as the 'Rune Charity Education Fund' came into view, Hai Rui'er suddenly spoke: "Go to the church. To Saint Samuel's Church first! I'd like to pray." She would tell the bishops about her experiences that day and everything she had seen today! Through the crack of the carriage, a black ant moved its right antennae and, in human voice, whispered low: "These modern humans have no creativity at all. Whenever something happens, they go straight to church. I thought following her would reveal something new. Next time, next time—I’ll do it right before their eyes. I’ll steal the church right off them." As she spoke, the ant also twitched its other antennae. At that moment, Hae Yur forgot everything she had just said, forgot the memories she had recalled—forgot even meeting a postal clerk wearing single spectacles, who had gotten off the carriage at the entrance of the "Runn Charity Education Fund," and then walked in with her maid. Clearly, neither her maid nor her coachman remembered the previous instruction. Inside the "Runn Charity Education Fund," Audrey welcomed Hae Yur and invited her to join in the efforts to assist wounded soldiers on the front lines. Because "the World" Gérard Spalati had the angels Chalatu and others stationed among the monastic leaders in Becland, Audrey carefully postponed the third phase of her treatment for Hayur, hoping that Hayur would not recall her past experiences, thus avoiding any unforeseen complications. Her current plan is to gradually uplift Hayur's spirits and strengthen her resilience against psychological shadows by actively engaging in charitable activities and being constantly involved in helping others. As she spoke, she hurriedly placed the items in her hands on the table. Cain adjusted his hat, glanced around, and asked, "Ready to leave?" Fotherse moved her eyes from side to side and replied, "Yes, good." Over these days, she had already begun to note the city's distinctive features that set it apart from other places. Cain said nothing, merely nodded toward the items on the desk, indicating to the "magician" lady to get ready. Fotherse responded without hesitation, quickly gathering her manuscripts as though she had already heard the instruction. Cain stood there, watching her busy, and then suddenly asked, "How is the eerie story coming along?" Fotherse's body subtly trembled before she answered, "Almost done, almost done." Cain gave a gentle nod. "How much longer?" "A week? No, five days—no more than five days," Fotherse replied swiftly. Klein said nothing more. When Folshe waited until she had arranged her manuscript, her pen, half a bottle of wine, and other memorabilia, and then took a few steps forward to grasp her shoulder, countless forms—difficult to describe—passed by. Folshe felt a bit more relaxed than she had the last time, even attempting to "record" this "journey." Not long after, she returned to Beckland, back to the narrow alley where she had gone missing before, and heard the world, Germain Sparo, say: "Rest a few days before you set out. Pay attention to your replies, and also ask your teacher again whether there are any materials related to the 'Emperor of Blood,' Tudo—particularly concerning various ruins." "Understood," Folshe quickly agreed, adding a thank-you. After parting from Germain Sparo, she returned to a street in the East District and entered the shared apartment where she had been living with Tho. Tho laid down his newspaper and looked at his friend. "Does it work?" "It's quite good—I've just visited a free city belonging to the pirates..." Folsath's voice trailed off as her expression changed slightly. "Give me my coffee beans and cigarettes." "Why? Doesn't it have them there?" Hugh asked, puzzled. Folsath hurried straight to the inner room, sat at the desk, unfolded her manuscript, picked up her pen, and said without turning around: "For my new book!" "Remember to brew my coffee!" Hugh reached the doorway of the bedroom, opened his mouth slightly, but said nothing. ........ In another rental apartment in the East District, with a similar layout. Since Chalat has arrived in Beckland, Hugh is expected to be drawn over at some point; the true purpose of the Red Angel, the evil spirit, remains unknown, and while he still intends to prevent George III from becoming the Black Emperor, Caine is steadily absorbing the elements of the Weir-Weaver and simultaneously making various preparations. At this very moment, having settled the matter of the "Magician," he unfolded the letter and wrote: "This point may not seem significant to you, but its most crucial aspect is that it allows you to directly recover memories from your past self—without having to gradually awaken them over decades of time. I believe you'll appreciate that. I've enclosed two tokens with this letter; should you awaken, you might wish to try their effects. Currently, I find myself in an environment rife with hidden currents. Should you come, please be especially attentive and take time to observe the situation carefully. Regarding George III's ascension to the title of 'Black Emperor,' I will make some efforts, though the likelihood of success remains rather slim. Lastly, I wish you well and hope you awaken soon. Yours always, Caine Moretti." A massive white bone messenger immediately rose from the floor, receiving the letter at a height slightly below Caine's. Caine gave a gentle nod, watching as the messenger dissolved into individual white bones and vanished. Having completed this, he used two fingers to extract the folded crane paper from Willy Aonsedt's wallet, writing with a pencil: "I have one thing I'd like to ask." He then placed the crane beneath the pillow and lay down, entering sleep through the practice of "meditation." Deep within the black spire, Caine once again encountered Willy Aonsedt, wrapped in silver silk and seated in a black pram. Before Willy could speak, Caine asked directly: "Do you know anyone who can provide the means to achieve 'uniqueness'? What would be the cost involved?" If the cost proved unmanageable, then so be it... Caine silently added this thought to himself. Will Angstin, holding his thumb, paused and said, "Do you want me to contain the 'Dice of Probability'?" Klein nodded firmly, "Regardless of whether we succeed or not, we must at least try." As soon as he finished speaking, tears began to stream down Will Angstin's face.