Shifting his gaze, Caine focused on the extraordinary qualities emanating from within Bauli Delaou's body. They consisted of thin, wispy vapors, resembling a pale, dreamlike gray brain that felt slightly unreal. "He believes 'Eden' to be the safest place, so he's stationed his true self here, while his outward presence takes on various identities? Who knows—Hermes, meant to serve as a protective barrier, has instead abandoned this place. If there were a genuine angel overseeing 'Eden,' fully harnessing the unique potential of this city of the mind, I wouldn't be able to so easily 'deceive' the rules and successfully infiltrate it..." Caine murmured to himself, then casually made a wish to accelerate the emergence and condensation of the extraordinary traits. Click! He snapped his fingers, and the wish came true. Then, he gathered the "Weaver of Dreams" extraordinary essence along with any suitable auxiliary materials, removed the "Arrogance" mask from his face, and took a single step away from 'Eden'. With his departure, the remaining fragments of the city collapsed, merging into the boundless ocean of collective unconsciousness. From then on, the legend of "Eden" would appear in countless dreams, eventually being depicted by certain artists and woven into stories that spread widely. Yet all these stories converged on one consistent ending: the destruction of "Eden." Back at the terrace of the Holm family manor, Caine looked at the "Justice" lady, now calmly composed, and presented to her the extraordinary qualities of the "Dreamweaver," the corresponding materials, and the potion formula he had read from the second "Board of Profanation." Before Audrey could speak, he said in a low, steady voice: "You may withdraw your appointment at any time before your formal promotion." Audrey accepted the gift from the "World" gentleman and silently nodded, indicating that she would seriously consider his words. She spotted Germán Spalro turning around and walking steadily toward the edge of the terrace, step by step, until he vanished. ... After erasing traces and concealing clues, Klein skillfully leveraged his "grafting" ability and the unique attributes of the "Source Fort," returning to Beckland and appearing before the on-leave "Judge" Rest. The colonel, who was chewing on an apple, immediately set down her food, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and stood up: "Indeed, is there anything I can assist with?" She carefully avoided calling him "World" Sir and did not mention Germán Spalro's name. Klein nodded gently: "Sir 'The Fool' has asked whether you would like to receive the potion formula, extraordinary traits, and auxiliary materials for Sequence 4, 'Lawcaster'?" Rest furrowed his brow, showing no sign of enthusiasm, and asked seriously: "What, then, is the price?" Klein nodded in approval. "The end is approaching, and many changes are already unfolding. Thus, the 'Fool' has foreseen certain things. At that time, He is likely to fall into another slumber—indeed, as one of His devoted servants, His left hand, I shall not be spared either. The price you must pay is this: when that moment truly arrives, you must, according to the divine prophecy left behind by the 'Fool,' undertake certain endeavors—some perilous, others easy; some intricate, others simple; some prolonged, others brief—in an effort to awaken the 'Fool.'" Before the "World" gentleman had a chance to speak, he added, "You can choose to decline—you're not the only one." He believed the "World" man wouldn't say the opposite of what he meant, so he didn't answer immediately, instead giving the matter serious consideration. If there were no apocalypse, she would have declined. Though the half-divine being was powerful, intimidating, capable of commanding entire battlefields and shaping the destinies of others, truly possessing divine qualities, it wasn't something she felt urgently needed at this moment. As a Sequence 5 "Reckoning Knight" and a colonel at MI9, her capabilities ensured she could handle most assignments, and her salary combined with various side incomes was sufficient to maintain a comfortable, respectable life for herself and her family. Even if danger arose, she could count on adequate support from official institutions, and she could always prepare "Lyman's Travel Notes," asking her friend Folsom to provide quiet protection in the background. Moreover, her determination to investigate her father's cause of death and restore his reputation has now been fulfilled. Therefore, regardless of which aspect one considers, she has no need to make significant sacrifices for Sequence 4—nor is there any lack of potential opportunities from MI9 in the future. Of course, the timeline for that future remains entirely unknown to her. Whether it was the information provided by Mr. The Fool or the various prophecies she deliberately gathered through her official duties, both clearly or vaguely indicated that the end was near—only sixteen years away. Without consciously realizing it, she shifted slightly and glanced up at the second floor. Under the current living conditions, Mom is definitely going to make it until sixteen years from now, when she'll still be relatively young, and with "Moon"先生 providing her various remedies to maintain her health... In sixteen years, Luo will be in his prime, at the peak of his career... Forth might already have access to Sequence 3, tirelessly working to prepare for the end times, seeking hope and making progress, while I can't contribute much... Xu slowly withdraws her gaze, remaining silent and composed for a while. Then, she turns to "World" Germain Sparo, and gives a firm nod: "Very well." "You may at any time arrange the ritual and make your wishes to the 'Knight of the Fool,' and He will fulfill them." Kline doesn't elaborate, simply stating the matter clearly. His exceptional traits as a Lawcaster and his unique potion recipes both stem from the sacrifices made in the City of the New Moon. Of course, he also bestows upon his followers the sealed artifact of the "General Without Eyes." After making his decision, he stopped worrying about it and said, "Wendel seems to have gone to 'Utopia' again, but strangely, he returned that same evening and did not appear in court. This has only deepened my doubts and concerns." "Tell him not to worry anymore—everyone at 'Utopia' has been buried under a natural disaster." With that, Caine turned and entered the spiritual realm. ………… Outside the eastern district of Beckland, in a cemetery. Caine quietly watched the cabinets filled with urns, his gaze never shifting. After a while, he slowly walked to an empty area under the trees, took out the historical projection of his 'Adventurer's Panpipe,' and blew gently on it. Instantly, Renette Tynecor, with four golden-haired, bright-eyed heads and dressed in a solemn, elaborate gown, stepped out of the void. Without waiting for the messenger to speak, Caine asked, "The various churches have decided to besiege the Rose School and intend to unite with you." "Is there anything I can assist with?" He had learned of this from "Leonard of the Stars" and "Emlin of the Moon." The four golden-haired, bright-eyed heads of Rynette Tynicol spoke in turn: "Temporarily..." "No..." "Need..." "Wait..." "Lock..." "Target..." "Then..." "Later..." Four bright-headed figures nodded up and down simultaneously. Seeing this, Crane had no other choice but to prepare to send the messenger back. He had originally intended to casually ask, "Is there a fee for this summoning?" But then, a sudden inspiration struck him, and he fell silent. After a few seconds, he lifted a hand and retrieved a coin from within the "Source Keep." This was one of the five coins that had already absorbed the essence of the "Source Keep," gaining a touch of the divine. "The postage for this delivery," Crane smiled, offering the coin. "This time..." "No..." The two golden-haired, red-eyed heads he was holding finished their words, while the remaining two hesitated, unable to complete theirs. He possessed a powerful intuition, and it seemed he too sensed something. The very next moment, one of the two golden-haired, red-eyed heads who had remained silent raised their head and bit into the coin at Crane's fingertip. "All right," Crane said, smiling, as he returned his hand. Then, he casually asked, "Is Miss Sharon and Mr. Mariachi still in Beckett?" "In...," the messenger lady informed Crane with the current address of her student. ... Inside a house, Mariachi sat at a long table, skillfully playing cards with his undead companions. Suddenly, a figure in the empty chair materialized—Sherlock Moriarty. He placed his hat neatly and, without hesitation, took the bottom cards directly from the hand of one of the undead. Mariachi glanced at him, his lips moved slightly, but ultimately remained closed. He allowed the undead serving as the croupier to continue dealing. Thus, Crane joined their game, playing hand after hand, winning and losing in turn. In a corner nearby, Sharon appeared without notice—dressed in a black court gown, wearing a delicate, soft hat. She rested one hand on her face, quietly observing the game. After having played for approximately two hours, Caine stood up and formally bowed to Miss Sharon and Mr. Marich. Then, he smiled, put on his hat, and walked steadily toward the door, vanishing there.