Hearing Miss Justice’s slightly forlorn and uncertain words, Caine felt quite resonant, as he himself had once harbored similar thoughts. After recalling a few moments of the inspirational life advice from his past life, he carefully said: "A father’s death may seem insignificant to the entire Ruin—something that happens every day, even multiple times—but for his children and his family, it is a life-altering event. Similarly, until one reaches the level of an angel, every individual’s fate is predetermined—everyone will inevitably pass away and be buried. Yet this does not mean that the period between birth and death is devoid of meaning." Miss Justice, Odile, nodded slightly, once again speaking in her self-deprecating tone: "I understand all this, but your emphasis on the hidden significance just struck me with such force that I found myself momentarily unable to control my emotions." "As a 'psychologist,' I actually need others to help me understand myself..." said Kline with a smile. "Isn't that quite normal? Often, we can easily recognize whether others are in good mental health, yet we struggle to see our own issues. You mentioned that yourself, didn't you? Occasionally, you and Suzie help each other gain clarity." Since Dovin Tang-tes had seen Suzie, the golden retriever, Audrey didn't hesitate to share this detail during their casual conversation. "Well... that's true," she nodded gently. "I've finally come to realize that I should simply do what I can and not leave anything unsaid." Her mental state began to stabilize. Kline then added, "It's not just about leaving no regrets—perhaps the very things we're doing could also build up strength to face the end of the world." "Though small in comparison to the whole, it is still significant—just as even the broadest desert is composed of individual grains of sand, and even the ocean that seems to stretch to infinity is formed by countless droplets of water. As long as each person contributes a little warmth and emits a little light, perhaps a glimmer of hope can be created." "Contribute a little warmth, emit a little light..." Audrey softly repeated the key phrases from Germaine Spalro's words on the world. "This isn't something I said," Klein added with a smile. Audrey smiled gently, responding with a subtle nod. "Could it have been Emperor Roscel?" I'm not sure if he actually said that... I've been holding back a deep sense of embarrassment while going through his speeches, and still haven't finished reading them. Klein didn't confirm nor deny, but instead said, "Begin the hypnosis now, so that I may forget everything about 'the stars,' and only remember the relevant warnings." "Wait a moment—I have a question I'd like to ask you." Audrey made a bold request, seizing the opportunity to share what she had been doing recently, the challenges she faced, and her growing uncertainties: “Mr. World, what advice do you have? How can I ensure that the people of Beckland do not suffer too greatly before the war ends?” While she deeply wished to prevent the war, she remained mindful of her own limitations in that regard. She also understood that even Mr. World could not achieve that—indeed, even with Mr. Fool personally involved, the outcome might only be a shift in the situation, not a halt to the war itself. After all, this world war at its core was a struggle between the gods. Klein hesitated for a few seconds before speaking openly: "Although the 'audience' approach strives to remain behind the scenes, and although I myself consistently keep words like 'caution' and 'carefulness' in mind, trying to avoid placing myself in dangerous situations..." As he said this, Audrey, the one representing 'Justice,' unconsciously replied to himself: From the various tales heard at sea, the descriptions by the Firths, and the half-divine battle I personally witnessed—there's absolutely no trace of 'caution' or 'carefulness'; only 'assertiveness' and 'aggressiveness' stands out. Hmm, surviving all that while achieving such feats—merely relying on strength simply isn't enough. Seeing that Miss Justice listened intently, her green eyes filled with focused attention, Klein continued: "But in this world, nothing can ever be resolved easily or simply without some risk. Sometimes, when I undertake a task, I do so with the very idea of possibly dying in mind." "Justice," Audrey's murmured hesitation ceased, and after a moment of silence, she spoke slowly: "I understand now. It's often impossible to balance doing what one truly wants with absolute security—only one of the two can be pursued at a time." Klein nodded, deciding it was essential for the "Justice" lady to gain a clearer understanding of the world's realities, so she wouldn't become overly idealistic in her actions: "Among the approaches you mentioned, the most feasible, the one with the least risk, and the one that will most benefit the people of Beckland is to secure grain from the nobility, the church, the major merchants, and the royal household." "Why not seize grain from the armies of Fyresca, Intis, and Feneport?" Audrey asked instinctively. Klein spoke calmly: "Since these three armies have advanced deep into Roon territory, even if you manage to break through the half-god's protection and successfully seize the grain supplies, they won't collapse. They will simply gather food from the surrounding populations to sustain themselves. In the short term, the impact will be limited. As for the long term, they may not even reach that point." With that, Audrey immediately understood who would truly suffer—the very difference between war before the Divine Conflict and ordinary war. "Moreover, I simply can't accomplish this," she added, noting the limited capacity of her "Traveler's Satchel" and the constraints of her "Leyman's Travel Notes" in recording "transmissions." "I'm trying to convince myself that this is what justice demands," she reflected, pondering further, "What would the Church's response be if I actually secured grain from the nobility, merchants, and royal households—and they discovered the traces?" Klein maintained his previous tone: "They would simply allow it." ...Audrey had a strong sense that this was the answer, yet couldn't quite grasp the reasoning. Klein continued: "Faithful are the anchors of the divine. Each faithful is a single point of anchorage—on this point, a noble and a commoner are fundamentally equal, neither more noble nor less. Under normal circumstances, nobles and merchants can leverage their status, power, wealth, and influence to help sustain the Church's structure and spread the faith, thus earning greater recognition. But in the current situation, when we have thousands of anchors versus hundreds of thousands or even millions, which group matters more? "It's a simple mathematical question," he said. Facing this truth that had stripped away the warmth of sentiment, the concept of "justice" itself—Audrey—found herself momentarily at a loss for words. Seeing this, Klein added: "From this perspective, your actions also hold significant meaning on a broader scale: You have strengthened the anchors of the 'Goddess of Night' and the 'Lord of Storms.' In the future, these very anchors may well become the key to countering the end times." "Justice," Audrey's lips curled slightly, and only after a while did they relax as she emitted a low, gentle laugh. "I've just realized that, deep down, I still hold a certain pride in my noble lineage." "True nobility lies in character, not in title," Caine helped her finish the rest of the sentence. Audrey exhaled slowly, calming the turbulence within herself, but did not yet commit to a decision. She added casually, "Our Tarot Circle has a rather good relationship with the Church, I mean, the Church of the Night." "Mr. The Fool and the Goddess of Night are allies?" That question stumped me... I'd certainly like to be an ally to the Goddess, but she might not see eye to eye with me. After a brief internal critique, Caine responded seriously, "At present, we are allies." He deliberately emphasized "at present" to avoid being proven wrong by reality in the future. At the same time, he murmured to himself the real answer: from the current situation, the goddess appears to be the angel investor and major shareholder of the Tarot Circle. "Justice," Audrey nodded slowly, suddenly smiling warmly. "I was wondering—when you said 'we're currently allies,' what thoughts were going through your mind? That must have been quite interesting, just like when we explored Levished." ...Miss, the "psychologist" isn't quite ready to make such a joke with a patient—perhaps because of the constant small talk over the past six months, which has made her more familiar with him, and now she's revealing her true nature? Please, do honor to this adventurer renowned for her coldness and intensity. Indeed, it's no surprise that the "audience" has such strong emotional regulation skills—this time, it was all Leonard's fault. Klein was first startled, then composed himself, and finally leaned back against the chair. "Go on," he said. Audrey immediately settled all her emotions and began to carefully and deliberately attempt the hypnosis. When everything had concluded, Caine confirmed via the deep red star that the "Justice" lady had returned to the material world without being observed by the "Ancient Ones." Of course, he had forgotten that this matter was connected to the "Ancient Ones" or the "Outer Gods," merely noting that the "Justice" lady's condition showed no abnormalities. He exhaled, relieved, tossed the paper that had awakened this memory into the pile of clutter, and told himself to revisit it once he became an angel. Emlyn certainly came to "visit" well-prepared, said calmly, "I have no leads at all regarding the head of the Rose School in Beckettland. But since the war has intensified, the entire southern continent—Baylang, the Star Plateau, the Pas Valley, and the Haga Grasslands—has become chaotic. Many of the Rose School's semi-deities have emerged and stepped onto the stage, no longer difficult to track down." Marijch glanced at Emlyn, whose red eyes and delicate lips spoke with quiet confidence. "Are you speaking on behalf of a duke or marquis of the House of Blood?" "Can't I speak on my own?" Emlyn raised his chin slightly and asked with a smile. Marijch shook his head seriously. "You're only a Sequence 5—you're not yet qualified." He spoke too directly, and Emlyn found himself momentarily at a loss for how to respond.