Klein glanced at Tingen, which was barely a silhouette in his peripheral vision, and his eyebrows slightly raised.
He casually set up a Wall of Spirituality, feeling a sense of understanding: "It must be the residual aura from Sefirah Castle that Arrodes sensed."
"But I haven't even reached Backlund yet; can this mirror, sealed in the Church of Steam, still manage this?"
As thoughts flickered, Klein clearly felt the air around the washroom mirror suddenly flow, and a very fawning voice rang out: "Great Master, I have escaped the foolish Church of Steam, but, but…"
Arrodes's neutral voice, which couldn't be distinguished as male or female, twisted a little, then cautiously added: "It's just that due to some irresistible reasons, your most loyal servant Arrodes cannot immediately serve by your side at all times."
"However, I no longer have the previous restrictions and can respond to your summons at any time."
It can even speak; it's more versatile than I imagined.
It's not easy being a mirror these days… Klein's facial muscles twitched, suppressing the strange emotions in his heart, and looked at the complex pattern representing secrecy and prying eyes that appeared on the washroom mirror, along with the corresponding explanatory text:
"Great Master, this is a rune composed of corresponding symbols and magical runes.
You just need to draw it on any mirror, and it will notify me to come."
Klein nodded thoughtfully.
Although he still had some questions, considering he had already stayed in Sefirah Castle for a long time responding to Mr. Hanged Man's prayer, staying in the washroom for too long would attract too much attention, so he merely gave a plain, slight nod.
After Arrodes left, he retracted the Wall of Spirituality and nonchalantly returned to his seat, gazing into the distance, where the "Land of Hope," the "City of All Capitals," Backlund, lay!
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Fog Sea, La Cha Island.
A huge sailing ship was anchored in the harbor, its flag an eye surrounded by ten stars, an eye without eyelashes.
Scattered, brilliant starlight coalesced into a transparent long bridge.
Cattelya, dressed in a black classical long robe, leaped from the Future, gazing at the magnificent castle made purely of emeralds not far away, her lips curling into a smile.
Since her advancement to demigod, this was the first time the Queen had actively summoned her back to Emerald City.
Suppressing her inner excitement, Cattelya walked towards the castle.
She was not unfamiliar with this place, easily passing the inquiries and various tests of the gate-keeping golems, and arrived at the most open-air room with the best view inside the castle.
Bernadette, who had quietly left Bayam and returned directly using the fairy tale magic of Mystical Reenactment, stood behind the railing, gazing at the waves that rolled in.
She casually tossed the somewhat timid "Craftsman" Cielf to Cattelya and said: "This is Ciel's descendant.
He will stay on the Future from now on."
Before Cattelya could speak, light gathered in Bernadette's hand, forming a miniature book that shimmered with strange patterns and bizarre numerical symbols.
The cover of the book was clearly Roselle, holding a glass lamp, exploring alone.
The Hermit card!
"An angel of the Moses Ascetic Order has fallen.
This secret organization and the evil god behind it will never let it go."
Bernadette waved her hand, and the Hermit card quickly collapsed to the size of a normal tarot card, suspended before Cattelya: "This Card of Blasphemy is of little use to me now, but it seals the power of an angel, which is enough to help you deal with many situations."
Cattelya did not reach for the Card of Blasphemy in front of her, her deep purple eyes fixed on Bernadette.
She pursed her lips and instinctively pressed: "Your Majesty, what are you planning to do?"
Bernadette, with her chestnut hair casually draped, did not answer Cattelya's question, but spoke in a calm voice: "You have gained divinity and found your own destiny, and I should also pursue mine…"
Bornova walked out of the study on the inner side, holding a stack of organized Roselle's diaries.
Looking at the Card of Blasphemy symbolizing his father's legacy, he then thoughtfully scrutinized Cattelya, who stubbornly stood in place, unwilling to leave, and slowly said: "We will delve into the Fog Sea to search for Father's traces, a long search that may take some time."
"This is not dangerous; it's just to ensure that we can arrive in time if you need help at a critical moment, which is why we specifically asked you to come to La Cha Island."
With a gentle smile on his face, Bornova's fingertip touched the Hermit card, making the aura of this Card of Blasphemy even more profound.
He nodded slightly towards Cattelya, who was full of surprise and had already realized his identity, and then sent her and Cielf out of the Emerald Palace together.
"After being lost and found, your humanity is maintained better than I expected…"
A slightly praising voice came from the void, which attracted the attention of the two angels.
Aaron, holding Arrodes in one hand, immediately appeared.
His spirituality swept over the stack of Roselle's diaries in Bornova's hand, and Aaron's lips curled slightly as he continued playfully: "Believe me, you absolutely do not want to know what is written in there."
Bernadette, knowing that Aaron could decipher that unique script, could roughly guess that the diary happened to record one of her father's embarrassing moments.
She lightly coughed, stopping the rather curious Bornova, and then let starlight gather into a miniature sea chart, before softly explaining: "This is a sea area far from Safe Passage that I roughly deduced using the sea charts provided by Father's Four Horsemen descendants and my own prophetic abilities."
Aaron scanned the starlit sea chart and looked at the "magic mirror" in his palm, saying: "Can you find or narrow down the search area? You know what I mean."
On the surface of the ancient silver mirror, the water shimmered, and pale words were outlined, with a hint of panic: "Great Lord of Order, my rank is not high enough to directly probe places affected by that level of power."
Immediately after, it followed its instincts and cautiously asked: "Can you forgive Arrodes's incompetence?"
Cannot directly probe, meaning it requires some medium… Aaron hummed thoughtfully, his expression unchanged, and looked at Bernadette and Bornova, who were staring at Arrodes.
Direct bloodlines possess symbolic and correlative significance in mysticism, and the higher the rank, the closer the connection can be, with countless secret prayer rituals based on this.
By simply modifying the secret prayer ritual to direct the existence of the secret prayer towards the Lord of Order, Aaron could use the rank of the Nation of Disorder to strengthen Arrodes and use the Sefirah's aggregation instinct to pinpoint the location of Roselle's last mausoleum.