Klein did not visit Bensen and Melissa, as his involvement had grown too deep. Getting closer to his brother and sister would have brought them disaster—existing entities who were unaware of Klein's true origins would gain insight into the relationship between Bensen, Melissa, and Klein, while those who already knew of Klein's past would confirm that Klein still retained humanity, still deeply cared for his family. Thus, staying away from Bensen and Melissa was the best form of protection for them. Of course. Klein had already learned about his brother and sister through Miss Justice: Bensen demonstrated his experience and grace in the Treasury during the war, earning multiple promotions and now serving as Deputy Division Head of the Fifth Department, with an annual salary of 300 pounds; Melissa has been favored by her mentor, Portland Moncure, who has offered her a chance to become a非凡者—the president of the Bekland Technical University is a devoted follower of the God of Steam and Machinery, and has already entered the path of the extraordinary, currently holding the rank of Sequence 7 as a "Judge." He hopes Melissa will rise to Sequence 9 as a "Universal Scholar," to better cultivate her knowledge and memory, laying a solid foundation for her future development in the field of mechanics. This is Melissa's secret, but it is invisible even to the half-god-level "Audience," and Audrey has confidently told Klein that Melissa is inclined to accept, and will make her decision within the next few days. Regarding this matter, Caine's stance is one of tacit acceptance. On one hand, the inspiration generated through the "Universal Knowledge" path is rather limited, and Melissa tends not to hear sounds or see images that aren't meant for her. On the other hand, as the end of days approaches, the likelihood of lower-sequence potions inducing madness continues to diminish, and there's also his presence as the "Miracle Master" helping to mitigate the risk of loss of control. "For a mechanical enthusiast, Sequence 9 'The Universal' is more than sufficient... Monmert's attitude is the same—he doesn't want a devoted follower of the 'Goddess of Night' to receive too many potions from the Steam Church. 'Well, the end is drawing near, and that invisible barrier is growing increasingly fragile. The encroachment of the Outer Gods will become more evident, and the likelihood of ordinary people encountering extraordinary events will steadily rise. From this perspective, Melissa becoming a非凡 being is indeed a positive development. If she successfully advances to Sequence 6 'The Craftsman'—the Specialist in Mechanical Artifacts—she'll not only fulfill her dreams but also secure her own safety and that of Bensen. I'll have the 'Justice' lady find a subtle opportunity to introduce Melissa to the 'Method of Performance.' From there, her growth will depend entirely on her own efforts. I can only offer her a bit of good fortune—ah, recipes, materials... I truly feel like a brother who's worn himself thin. Honestly, that's always been the case. Does this count as a kind of fulfillment of a wish?" "Wait—Melissa must certainly have a desire to bring Clary back to life. If I simply walk up to her now, will I get enough response?" "...Anyway, this would be a devastating blow to both her and Benson." Clary shook his head, silencing his own excuses. He then adjusted the hat on his head, turned into a nearby inn, and produced a gold pound, checking in for a room. That gold pound was genuine—one of the items Clary had brought back from the real world recently. —During the war, through Miss Justice, Clary had donated a total of 14,800 pounds in banknotes, 14,200-pound gold bars, and nearly twenty high-quality gems. Currently, aside from the odd, miscellaneous items scattered around, he only had 39 Ruun gold coins and ten high-quality gems remaining. He glanced at the returned Sures and pennies from the innkeeper and casually set them aside, then entered the room and walked to the full-length mirror. Next, he took out a sheet of paper and pen, drawing the incantation to summon the "Mirror" Arordes. Time passed steadily, yet no unusual occurrences took place within the room—the full-length mirror remained silent throughout. A few seconds later, Caine chuckled softly, raised an eyebrow, and withdrew a gold coin from his clothing pocket. …… Clang, clang, clang. A steam train, belching thick smoke, raced along the tracks toward the western part of the continent. Ikonse, with his hair disheveled, and a member of the "Heart of Mechanism" stood inside one of the carriages, intently gazing at a metallic cage ahead. On the cage, metal spines extended outward, waving and glowing with a slightly dimmed light. "Sir, after visiting Intis, are you planning to return to Run?" asked the member, who bore the typical features of a Run native, as he glanced out the window at the swiftly receding plains. After the war, the Steam Church, which had taken the wrong stance, had to swallow the bitter consequences of its defeat and was required to transfer all semi-divine and above exceptional beings, as well as all sealings rated at level "2" or higher, out of Luon within the time limits set by the Night and Storm Churches. In essence, it lost its former status and could only operate as the Earth Church does—preaching throughout Luon, maintaining only a limited number of churches. Were it not for the large number of its faithful who still believed in the gods of steam and machinery, and for the fact that several of its key figures remained central to post-war reconstruction, the Steam Church might not have been able to retain such treatment. Similarly, with only a small number of churches required, the majority of the exceptional beings within the Steam Church in Luon had to relocate to Intis. Eikonser remained silent for several seconds, then smiled wistfully. "I have to follow the bishops' arrangements, but I will be making a proactive request to return to Luon. Here, in this place, I have my childhood, my youth, my young adulthood—so many memories I cannot let go." As he spoke, his gaze drifted outward, as if once again seeing the city of a thousand towers. At that moment, the metal cage, covered in sharp spines, suddenly began to tremble. Streams of silver light appeared out of nowhere, cascading down and being absorbed by the cage, flowing through several rubber-wrapped wires to the ground outside the steam train, leaving behind a trail of flame. Thump-thump-thump! The cage seemed to be struck by an invisible hand, yet it could not be opened—its barrier remained unyielding. "The 'Mirror of Magic' is reacting quite strongly," remarked the member of the 'Heart of Mechanism' who had just spoken, clearly puzzled. With the rhythmic thudding, Iconse unconsciously ran a hand through his hair. "It's not always this way. It sometimes shows a truly frantic side. If it weren't for those events, we would have still classified it as a Level 2 seal." "Ah, I see. I didn't realize that before—I thought the 'Magic Mirror' didn't want to leave Beckland at all." The member of the 'Heart of Mechanism' chuckled lightly. Ikonse furrowed his brow. "Not exactly. Normally, it would just persist weakly for twenty to thirty seconds. There seems to be something wrong..." "The steward need not worry," reassured a member of the 'Heart of Mechanism' beside him. "There are truly important figures aboard the train—figures above even the bishops." The steam train carried so many dangerous seals that without strong oversight, problems would inevitably arise. Ikonse nodded, indicating he had no concerns. On a rural road some fifteen kilometers away, Cline sat on a carriage summoned to him, a mirror placed before him. Having just sketched a symbol blending 'secrecy' and 'gazing,' ripples appeared on the mirror's surface, revealing a cascade of golden runic characters: "Most High, Most Great, Most Supreme Lord, you have finally arrived! Your humble, loyal, and pitiful servant, Arodes, longs for you!" "Oh... Kline subtly stepped back, slightly taken aback by the sheer enthusiasm. If Arordes' earlier attentiveness had still carried a touch of dignity, now it was completely flattery—so much so that Kline could even detect a hint of emotion, almost like a whisper of tears. "The number of romantic news stories in Trill far exceeds that in Beckland. That's probably the place you'd prefer," Kline teased Arordes with a smile. "Because, Master, you don't intend to visit Trill, do you?" The golden words on the mirror's surface gradually faded, turning pale silver. Kline murmured a quiet "hmm" under his breath. "I have a few questions for you." "Please, go ahead," Arordes replied with genuine humility. "Do you know who the 'Mother Earth' actually is?" Kline got straight to the point. The mirror suddenly deepened, its pale words turning wan: "I don't know... but during the divine war, I heard a voice coming from the Deep Dark Heaven. It was calling a name... that name, that very name—was the true name of the first bloodline ancestor." The "magic mirror" had hesitated to reveal the name "Lilith" directly. Lilith? Indeed, Lilith... Klein was both astonished and found many of his questions finally answered. Then he thought of "the Moon," Emlyn. This vampire, having journeyed through so many trials and self-quests, ultimately remained steadfast in his faith. If Emlyn possessed Anderson's personality, he would surely now be saying to the bloodline dukes and counts, "Oh, look, you lot have all come to worship the Mother Goddess too!" Klein imagined this scene with a smile, and then turned to the "magic mirror," Arhodes, and said: "It's your turn to ask." "Most High Lord, please continue. I will ask my final question as well." The pale words regained their soft silver hue. Klein thought for a moment and asked, "What's the current situation? For instance, how is things going within Fyssak?"