After returning to the real world, Aljé patiently waited for the task to come to him as described by the "Knight of Cups." That day, dressed in the garments of the Pope and wearing a silver-black mask, he was in conversation with the divine messenger Daniz about internal matters of the Sea Church when he suddenly noticed a bishop entering. "Your Holiness," the bishop said, "the Storm Church has sent two gifts to celebrate your appointment as the divine representative." Holding a box crafted of white tin, the bishop bowed with due respect. Daniz, who had been quietly relieved that the previous Baym telegraph line had failed, exclaimed in surprise, "Where is the messenger?" "He left the gifts and then departed," the bishop at the door replied, somewhat helplessly. Although the people of the Storm Church were often impetuous and passionate, such a behavior was rather uncommon. Aljé nodded gently, "The fact that they are not hostile and have sent a messenger with gifts is already sufficient." "Having said that, he raised his right hand and gently reached out, allowing the white tin box held by the bishop to be lifted by the wind and fly toward him. Upon catching the small box, Aljer's movements slowed slightly, as though he had sensed its heavy weight. He opened the container carefully, revealing a volume bound in yellow-brown vellum. On the book's surface, in Elvish, a single line of words read: 'The Book of the Cataclysm.' 'The Book of the Cataclysm'... As he clearly read those words, Aljer felt a moment of dizziness, as if he were dreaming. But soon, he realized it was real, and understood exactly what the 'Fool' had meant by his task. Aljer sighed silently and turned to the bishop at the door, asking, 'What is the second gift?' 'It is a ghost ship named the "Azure Vengeance," already moored at the harbor,' the bishop replied, without any sign of surprise." "The Blue Avenger"... As soon as Daniz heard the name, his gaze instinctively turned toward Pope Aljir beside him. He remembered clearly—that had been the name of Aljir's ship when he was a pirate. This meant the Storm Church knew that the Pope of the Sea Church had once been their cardinal! Was this a gesture of celebration—or a formal challenge? Daniz felt his heart tighten as he noticed another gift he recognized well: the extraordinarily strange "Book of the Plague," which he had seen during his time serving under Germain Spalro. "Send a letter back to the Storm Church, thanking them for their gifts," Aljir said, now calm and composed. Once the bishop had left the room, he turned to Daniz and said, "Messenger, I have received the prophecy from Mr. The Fool. I will now undertake a mission—perhaps I won't return for several years." "A prophecy?" Daniz stammered in surprise. At that moment, the only thought echoing in his mind was: "How could I not have known?" Aljer nodded. "The 'Fool' is about to enter slumber. Yet this will not prevent your prayers from being answered." "...," Daniz was so stunned that he could hardly speak. Aljer continued, "Germán Sparo has also entered slumber. When I depart, the Church's affairs will be entrusted to Elder Deryk Berg of the New Silver City. You will need to work with him, record the truth that the Sea God is, in fact, the 'Fool,' and ensure that all believers accept it. Our faith in the 'Fool' is the key to His awakening. As His messenger, you must set an example in this matter. Of course, He may send you new prophecies and assign you further tasks at any time." Daniz felt a bit dizzy and confused, yet he clearly grasped the gravity of the situation. After a moment's hesitation, he firmly nodded. "Very well." After settling this matter, Aljer stood up, took the Book of Catastrophes, and returned to his room. He looked into the mirror, smiled, and slowly removed his triple crown from his head, then took off the silver-black mask from his face. A few days later, at the bustling port of Bayam. Aljer lifted his head to gaze at Drik, the "Sun," who appeared notably taller than himself, and smiled. "You've done an excellent job lately. The Sea God's Church is running smoothly," he said. Drik instinctively reached up to scratch behind his neck, but ultimately held back, expressing a quiet sense of melancholy and longing. "When will you return, Lord Wilson?" he asked. Aljer shook his head. "Everything ahead remains uncertain—no one can say for sure." Before Drik Berg could respond, Aljer continued, "You've already proven yourself mature and steady. I have nothing further to advise you." "Speaking of this, Aljer paused slightly but then continued, 'If the Rosd Islands face a disaster they cannot withstand, do not sacrifice yourself in order to protect this place.' 'Ah?' Derek was momentarily stunned. After all, this was the 'Fool'先生's most sacred ground—the new homeland of the Silver City—and how could it simply be abandoned? Aljer had already anticipated Derek's reaction, and with a serious expression, explained further: 'For the 'Fool'先生, what matters most is his followers, not the islands themselves. For the Silver City, what matters most is its people, not the city structure. As long as we can safeguard the followers of the 'Fool' and the people of the Silver City, and timely relocate them, even if we lose Bayam, even if we lose the new Silver City, even if we lose the Rosd Islands—we can always rebuild new cities and new homes elsewhere. Remember: never compromise the essence for the sake of mere form.' Derek was deeply moved and instantly grasped the essence of the matter. He responded sincerely, "I understand now. Thank you, Lord Wilson. I will protect the followers of the 'Fool,' and the people of this place." Alger said nothing, turned, and walked toward the "Ghost of Blue Vengeance," moored at this dock. The ghostly ship remained a traditional three-masted sailing vessel, unchanged since before. As he looked at it, at the crew on deck, a sudden sense came over him. He glanced down at himself. Wearing a linen shirt, a brown jacket, and locally favored wide-legged trousers, with a specially crafted belt around his waist—holding a short knife and a short staff made of white bone—Alger smiled slightly, took a step, and rose with the wind, landing smoothly on the deck of the "Ghost of Blue Vengeance." He then turned toward the endless expanse of blue sea, raised his right hand, and spoke firmly, "Set sail!" …... Beckett, Queens, in the luxurious manor home of the Hall family. Audrey sat comfortably on the sofa, watching her father, Lord Hall, and her brothers, Hesper and Alfred, discuss the kingdom's current affairs and future developments, while her mother, Lady Katharine, continuously summoned the butlers and servants, making the final preparations for the upcoming ball. She remained silent, offering a quiet, barely perceptible smile, quietly observing this quite common scene of daily life. After some time had passed, Lord Hall smiled and looked at her. "What is our little princess thinking about?" Audrey bit her lower lip and offered a gentle smile. "You'll have to guess." Hesper, taking over from his father, said with ease, "I'm guessing you're thinking about which dress to wear for today's ball, and what hairstyle and makeup to go with it." Audrey lifted her嘴角. "You're right—though no reward is coming with it." Then, slowly rising, she addressed her parents and her two brothers, "I'm going upstairs to change into my formal gown." Count Holberg smiled and nodded. "Don't worry—everyone agrees you are worth the wait." Audrey gently bit her lower lip, maintaining a smile, and took one step at a time toward the door. As she was about to leave the room, she paused and turned back. Her parents and her two brothers were still engaged in the same activities—discussing or arranging. Audrey's bright eyes seemed to freeze, slowly withdrawing her gaze, one moment at a time. She stepped out of the room and ascended to the upper floor, to her bedroom. Suzy, the golden-haired dog, had already been waiting there. Audrey took a barely perceptible breath, raised her right hand, and with her index finger traced glowing patterns in the air—patterns that seemed to emerge from the deepest dreams. A few seconds later, those faint glimmers twisted and coalesced into a golden-haired, blue-eyed young woman—Audrey Holberg. Unlike Audrey, this young girl still carried a touch of innocence and a hint of romantic charm. "Good evening, Miss Justice~" she greeted with a bright, lively tone. Audrey smiled slightly and replied, "Good evening, Miss Audrey." After that impromptu Tarot gathering, she had finally made up her mind to advance to the rank of "Dream Weaver," deciding to carve out a separate identity to accompany her family, while she would step away from them, shielding them from the various dangers she inevitably brought upon herself. After exchanging a glance for a few seconds, she turned to the golden-haired large dog beside her and asked, "Susie, are you sure you want to follow me?" "Yes, we're forever friends," the golden-haired dog Susie answered seriously. Miss Justice said nothing further, instead creating a virtual persona and entering the open, receptive mind of Susie. Then, she raised her hand once more and, in the air, sketched out another Susie. As soon as Suzy took shape, she opened her mouth and gave a single "Woof." Audrey then shifted her gaze to the other version of herself. After a moment of silence, though she knew their thoughts and intentions were aligned, she still couldn't help but say to the golden-haired girl: "From now on, I'll rely on you. Remember to be affectionate with Dad, make him less busy—he's quite old now and needs to take better care of his health. Many things can be handled by Hiberth and Alfred, by the house staff. Also, gently guide Mom, telling her it's not necessary to worry too much about others' opinions, and that she doesn't have to maintain perfection in social settings—it would be exhausting. Yes, don't forget Hiberth—make sure to keep him cheerful, lift his spirits, and remind him not to think about things so complicated. Alfred won't threaten his position at all." "Alfred, Alfred, he needs a good wife to make him want to stop taking risks..." "Hmm, what are you crying about? We've grown up—we can't be little girls anymore." Audrey lowered her eyelids, smiling at the tears streaming down her own face. "I know, I know." After saying this, Audrey pressed her lips together, solemnly nodding her head. "Justice." Audrey turned her gaze away, picked up the cloak lying beside her, and draped it over her shoulders. Then, she led her golden-haired dog, Susie, out of the bedroom and onto the corridor. The grand hall was now lit, with guests arriving one by one. Lord Horbury, Lady Katharine, Hibern and Alfred had already left their rooms and come to the door. Audrey stood behind the balustrade, quietly observing for a while. Then, she lifted her skirt slightly, and with a sense of dignity and measured grace, paid a formal, deliberate bow to her parents and brother, from a distance. She maintained that posture for two seconds, then straightened up, raised her hand, and pulled the hood of her deep blue cloak over her face, shielding her features. To her side and behind, the lights were bright and bustling; before her, a vast, collective unconscious sea of dim, shimmering glows emerged. "Let's go," Audrey said softly, her voice slightly hoarse. With that, she stepped into the ethereal, dimly glowing ocean. Audrey in the bedroom burst out, her voice trembling with emotion, "Please come back!" Audrey did not turn around, merely lifted her right hand and waved once, indicating she had heard. Her silhouette in the blue cloak moved steadily farther into the quiet, deep darkness, growing fainter and eventually disappearing.