After handling today's收获 and bestowing upon Emlin White the purified "King of the Wizards" exceptional trait, Caine didn't immediately leave the "Spire of Origins." He simply reviewed the battle, paying close attention to the performance of the "Divine Defect" Seara, assessing just how powerful an angel truly could be. If he faced her head-on, without reserves, he likely wouldn't even have the chance to summon an angel's projection—unless he succeeded on the first attempt. Of course, his target, the Umbran Wolf, is a Sequence 2 "Miracle Mage," while Seara already holds Sequence 1 status, indicating a significant gap between them. Nevertheless, as both the Umbran Wolf and himself belong to the "Diviner" path, the Wolf exerts comprehensive pressure over him as a lower-sequence mage. He could only be relieved that Seara had not yet completed her ritual to advance to Sequence 1, otherwise, his chances of victory would have been entirely extinguished. Sequence 1... As his thoughts raced, Caine's gaze narrowed sharply, and his posture straightened instantly. Just then, an idea struck him: perhaps the Dusky Wolf, Cotar, had already been promoted to Sequence 1, becoming a "Mysterious Servant." Maybe the city of secret figures He created was merely a ruse to mislead potential pursuers—such as the "Time Angel," Amun? That scenario is certainly possible... Ah, there's another possibility as well: Cotar might have fully mastered that "curtain," now possessing near-Sequence 1 strength. The more Klein thought about it, the more he felt the upcoming actions would be more dangerous than he had anticipated. The Dusky Wolf has survived for so many years in the God-Abandoned Lands, evading even the cunning Amun—the very fact that Amun couldn't capture Him speaks volumes about Cotar's strength and wisdom! The hunting strategy against Him will need even more preparation. Klein furrowed his brows, then exhaled slowly. ........ Beckland, West District, the Odra family's villa. Emlyn sat on the leather sofa in the sitting room, lifting his right foot and resting it on his left thigh, patiently waiting for Lord Casimir to arrive. Not long after, the middle-aged nobleman entered the sitting room and glanced at Emlyn, asking, "Viscount White, why have you come at such a late hour?" Emlyn smiled and replied, "Isn't this the very beginning of a new day? Look at how beautiful the crimson moon outside is." Casimir had wanted to respond to the young vampire with a remark about his consistent "good routine" of waking at seven every morning and retiring to bed before eleven at night—something he'd noticed during his time at the Harvest Church—but hesitated and instead said, "What exactly do you need?" Emlyn raised his hand, smoothed his formal suit, adjusted his tie, and slowly stood up, lifting his chin slightly. "Tell Lord Nibais that he can now prepare for a 'Count's investiture' ceremony." "...?" Casimir asked instinctively, puzzled by what Emlyn had just said. "As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly realized something and recalled Emlyn's earlier application: 'You—you've acquired the extraordinary qualities of the Count, no, the 'Lord of the Magic'?' Emlyn relished the moment, smiling in response: 'Did you really think I was merely joking when I mentioned the 'Pure White Vision'?' He then produced the bronze box set with several rubies embedded in it, opened it, and displayed the glass orb resembling an eye, proving he hadn't lost it and was about to return it. Casimir's eyes flickered: 'The Rosary School's Discipline faculty still maintains such strong strength?' 'Then, why would they choose to collaborate with you?' The senior bloodline nobility of Becland, specifically Casimir's grandfather, Nibias Odra, Marquis of Odra, had not been overly enthusiastic about Emlyn's initial proposal and had hoped that Emlyn's partnership with the Rosary School's Discipline faculty would falter, ultimately forcing them to seek assistance from the semi-divine figures themselves. Emlyn glanced at him, smiled, and replied, "Secret." It was the tone he'd picked up from Germán Sparo—something he found cool and perfectly aligned with his own preferences. At the same time, it was a key point repeatedly emphasized to him during the free exchanges at the Tarot Circle: only by maintaining mystery could the High House of the Bloodline be made to feel a certain sense of awe, thus preventing them from making excuses or claiming status to take away the "King of Witches" qualities. Without waiting for Casimir's response, Emlyn set down the bronze box containing the "Pure Sight," fastened the buttons of his formal coat, and stepped past the baron, moving toward the doorway of the drawing room. As he was about to exit, he paused, didn't turn around, and stood straight, gazing ahead: "Next time, please address me as 'My Lord Count.'" With the favor of the Primordial and the recognition of the Moon, he felt confident about his claim to becoming the "King of Witches." Kasimi's facial muscles twitched, yet he remained silent until Emlyn had departed, when he could no longer contain his expression. As a houseblood from the era of Roselle, he was years older than Emlyn, yet he had still only attained the rank of Baron—only slightly better than those without titles—while Emlyn, now a young generation whose very presence had become a running joke among the Bekland bloodline, was on the verge of transcending the boundary between the divine and the mortal, ascending to the rank of Sequence 4, the "Witch-King," the Count of the bloodline. How could Kasimi remain composed, unjealous, unshaken? It took several minutes to steady himself. He proceeded through the underground corridors, passing through several secret doors, until he reached the gray hall where Nibais slept: "Grandfather, Emlyn's efforts have been successful." "Within that coffin of heavy black iron, there was for a brief moment no sound at all. After a few seconds, Nibais finally spoke: 'His backing is beyond what we imagined...' The Duke's voice was deep, resonant, slightly hoarse, echoing throughout the hall. 'Grandfather, Emlin achieved his success through the 'Pure White Vision.' The items he has obtained should rightfully be shared among the family.' Casimir spoke with a touch of reluctance, yet with genuine anticipation. Nibais raised his voice slightly: 'Stupid! Can anyone, any faction, truly hunt down a 'Wizard-King' when the Rosary School's restrained faction is clearly prepared? After years of losses, how much strength remains in the Rosary School's restrained faction?' "At most, it's a poorly performing angel, or one 'Level 0' seal object, plus two or three half-gods—collectively, even that combination can't contain a 'Divine Sin' like Seara. The Rose School also has other angels, additional 'Level 0' seal objects, numerous half-gods, and the presence of the 'Bound God's' projections, as well as the favor of the 'Tree of Desire.' 'Emlyn's current campaign can succeed—calculate it out: how many angels and 'Level 0' seal objects must at least be deployed to make this comparable to our own strength! 'Now, stop actively investigating Emlyn's other allies!' After shouting these words, Nibes coughed twice, clearly struggling. Casimir's face turned from pale to ashen and back again, only managing to calm down after some effort: 'Well… really preparing a ritual for him?' 'Otherwise what?' "Nebias asked a question, then sighed, saying, 'Perhaps, after Emlyn has embarked on his adventures for the future of the bloodline, the Primordial itself has truly begun to favor him...'" Cadrya was not unfamiliar with this place, easily passing the gate gargoyles' inquiries and various trials, and arriving at the semi-open room offering the best view within the castle. The tall queen stood behind the railing, gazing out at the waves rising one after another. For some reason, the quiet excitement, enthusiasm, and joy that had been simmering within her suddenly settled, giving way to a sense of calm contentment and freedom. Previously, when sailing at sea, she had occasionally felt lonely and melancholy, like leaves detached from trees, carried hither and thither by the wind. Now, however, she felt as though she had finally landed, right beside that tree. She opened her mouth, yet found herself unsure of what to say, and finally simply pushed her heavy glasses up her nose, offering a simple greeting: "Good afternoon, Your Majesty." Bernadette turned and nodded gently. "I've summoned you back to Emerald City for certain items and matters that need to be entrusted to you." Gadeleira instinctively asked, "Why me?" After all, the Queen's court had the secret organization 'Elemental Dawn' and a fleet of pirates! Bernadette didn't directly answer Gadeleira's question, but instead said, "I had a clue that led me to leave Berkland in a hurry." "I remember that," Gadeleira interjected. Bernadette's straight, long eyebrows slightly furrowed. "Through this clue, I've pieced together a partial map from the descendants of Edward, William, and Perley—recordings of places my father explored during his voyages through the Mist Sea." "With this chart and my own prophetic abilities, I can probably guess that somewhere far from the safe channels, there lies his secret—my intention is to sail on the 'Dawn' to that place and embark on a long search." "I'm not sure when I'll return, perhaps never—I therefore need to entrust you with certain items and matters in advance." Gardelie listened carefully and immediately replied, "I'll go with you." "That is my father. This is entirely my own affair," said the mysterious Queen Bernadette, shaking her head slowly. Gardelie paused for a few seconds, then said, "If you never return, I will do the same."