Susi was crouched by the door, waiting for Audrey to return. As soon as she approached, the golden retriever immediately came rushing toward her, barking with a natural flair and wagging its tail. Susi didn't ask immediately—she simply stayed by Audrey's side until they reached the bedroom, then gently inquired, "Is it all settled?" Audrey nodded, indicating that everything was fine. "Is there anything I can assist with?" Susi asked. "Not at the moment," Audrey replied, shaking her head slightly. Thanks to Susi's attentiveness, Audrey instinctively recalled her experience, only to find that she had completely forgotten the image and name of the Head of Psychological Alchemy, and even the information she had previously learned from "the world" Germaine Sparrow required her to concentrate to remember. To be frank, even as a "Master of Influence," she could achieve similar effects before lesser-than-half-god extraordinary beings—but to impact a Saint of the Mind Domain in such a way that they remain completely unaware, without them being hypnotized, unconscious, or subdued, was nearly impossible. That gentleman's level might be higher than I anticipated... Audrey maintained composure, calmly forming her judgment. She gave Suzy a glance, signaling the golden dog to stay outside the door, while in her mind she mentally sketched the mask representing "Arrogance." As she did so, she sensed a subtle ripple in the collective unconscious sea surrounding her. With a thought, Audrey extended her left hand and reached out slightly to the side, producing a mask that was unusually cold and profoundly ethereal—gray-white. Would that mask of "Arrogance" simply appear at my side if I focused on it? Or perhaps it has always existed within my unconscious, accompanying me throughout? Audrey carefully examined her inner island of the mind, and with a clear intention, summoned the disappearance of the "pride" mask. That cold, ethereal gray-white mask swiftly became transparent and dissolved into the surrounding ocean of collective unconsciousness. Audrey still couldn't determine where the "pride" mask had gone or why it appeared so promptly. This only deepened her vigilance, prompting her to pray to the "Knight of Fools" whenever she could, resolving to seal this personal mask. As she intended to conduct further experiments to glean more insights from the "pride" mask, she noticed the ocean of collective unconsciousness gently swaying—without needing to employ her extraordinary skill as a manipulator. A faint glow drifted from afar, growing brighter and more distinct, eventually forming into a phantom letter. The letter hovered before Audrey's island of the mind, as if seeking a path to complete its delivery. Audrey, of course, would never allow foreign elements to enter her conscious world. She quickly extended her left hand, reaching out to touch the ethereal letter. As her fingers neared the surface of the letter, Audrey suddenly paused. Both her experience and intelligence signaled her: in the world of mysticism, one should never make hasty contact—especially within the realm of the mind—lest one risk contamination and spiritual disturbances. With this realization, Audrey summoned a virtual persona to take the lead and donned the "Hand of Fear," a translucent black silk glove. Only after making these preparations did she reach out and grasp the phantom letter, watching as it shed its outer skin and unfolded page by page. This was all the documentation related to the great dragon of East Chester. Transmitting information through the vast ocean of collective unconscious... The high-level capacity of the "audience" is truly magical... As a "master of manipulation," Audrey has consistently strived to preserve her initial yearning for the esoteric world—her pure, simple pursuit of the dreamlike and the magical. This is one of the ways she avoids being lost within the experience of manipulation, and not gradually assimilated into the ever-expanding ocean of the collective unconscious. After reviewing all the materials, Audrey allowed that fragile, ethereal letter to dissolve into the ocean of the collective unconscious. She still did not immediately pray to the "Knight of the Fool," instead proceeding with her usual schedule and engaging in other activities. Only when the evening arrived, just before the family dinner, did she find a moment to quickly pray in her private bedroom, making a single wish. The very next second, Audrey saw the pale gray mask of "Arrogance" emerge from the collective unconscious ocean before her—its ethereal quality gradually fading, and a subtle metallic luster beginning to shimmer. For some reason, this personality mask has acquired a certain solidity, existing now in a state between the unreal and the real. This means it has physically separated itself from Odile's mental island. Of course, it has also lost the ability to directly return to the collective unconscious ocean. Odile holds the "Arrogance" mask and attempts to remove the "Lies," which have transformed into a green gem necklace, and overlay them together. As she expected, the semi-real, semi-phantom "Arrogance" mask is embedded into the "Lies," forming a pattern that, at first glance, resembles a human face. From then on, she will carry it this way, ensuring that the personality mask makes no physical contact with her mind or body, until it is needed. In a moment of thought, Odile sincerely thanks the "Knight of the Fool." She then leaves for the family's dining hall. Along the way, she encounters her father, Lord Holberg. "Good news," Lord Holberg says, smiling. Audrey couldn't hide her surprise: "Alfred is coming back?" He's another brother. "You actually managed to guess that?" Lord Hall said, slightly astonished. "He'll return to Beckland as a general by the second half of the year." The second half of the year... Suzy has already become a Dream Walker... Audrey thought for a moment and then asked, "Father, when will we be returning to East Chester?" With the war only recently concluded, there's so much to attend to throughout the kingdom, and the nobles haven't returned to their estates yet, staying in Beckland. Now it's already the end of February. Lord Hall nodded. "We'll probably be back in April." He had just fulfilled the "Justice" lady's wish using his own named ability—"Fusion"—connecting the ethereal concept of a personality mask with the tangible metallic quality of a standard iron mask, and he had also issued orders to the subsequent "Spirit Insects" stationed at the "Source Fort" to replenish their strength on schedule, ensuring that the "Fusion" would remain sustained. "Based on the description from the 'Gorgon' of the Psychological Alchemy Society, it seems Chalatu has already tracked down the city of Constanton—I must be more cautious now..." Klein lightly tapped the edge of the weathered long table, causing a series of "Spirit Insects" to emerge from his body. His figure then vanished within the "Source Fort." ........... In the Tranquil Church, within the Land of Winter, in the Andamand Mountains. Leonard received a document from the Pope. This would be his first responsibility as a senior Prelate. Back in his room, Leonard lounged in his chair, resting his feet on the desk, before opening the files in his hands and reading them one by one: "Merlin Hermes, the itinerant magician who delights in fulfilling others' wishes... the city of Constancia rebuilt overnight... the fully automated wishing machine... the Angelic path: Sequence 4 is called 'The Wizard,' Sequence 3 is 'The Ancient Scholar,' Sequence 2 is 'The Miracle Worker'..." Leonard read on, then suddenly went silent. After a few seconds, he asked in a low voice: "Old man, how many active Angels on the ground still follow the path of the Seer?" Palis Soloyasda exhaled, making a sound of mild disdain: "This is all performance—right now, only one 'Miracle Worker' remains to perform. You should know exactly whom I mean." Leonard glanced again at the documents in his hands, murmuring, "That was quite enjoyable..." He had already decided that the primary objective of this mission was to serve as a "Night Watchman," to digest the magical potion within his body, and to make the journey along the way. As for handling the incident, the key would be to provide a reasonable explanation. After idly flipping through the thick files, Leonard pulled his feet back and stood up. He was ready to claim his own, senior steward's "Level 1" seal item. For other Night Church saints, this was a rather troublesome matter—since the negative effects of the seal item were not easily tolerable, especially when carried for extended periods. However, if one selected a saintly item that aligned well with their personal strengths, the issue of overlapping abilities would arise. Leonard didn’t need to worry about this issue—whenever the sealed object possessed living qualities, he could simply ask the old man to help, “host” a “Chrono-creature” within it, significantly reducing its negative effects and making it as well-behaved as the “Tale of the Sea.” Thus, the key was selecting the right ability. Leonard gave a whistle and stepped out of the room. "Seated and exchanged greetings, 'Moon' Emlyn glanced around briefly and asked: 'I wonder if the 'Plowmaker' path has certain distinctiveness when compared to the 'Moon' path and other paths?' After posing the question, he didn't hesitate at all, openly and calmly adding: 'Recently, I've learned that the internal structure of the Earth Church differs from the norm, divided into two parts: the Grace-Bearers and the Divine-Appointed.' Once 'Moon' Emlyn had briefly outlined this, 'The Hangman' Aljere, 'The Hermit' Gardeleia, 'The Star' Leonard, and the others exchanged glances, yet none could offer a satisfactory explanation. Of course, every member present—including 'Sun' Deryck—could clearly sense the anomaly within the Earth Church's structure. At that moment, they heard a soft sigh. This sigh seemed to emanate from a time older than antiquity, coming from the 'Knight of the Fool' at the very head of the weathered table.