In this age, throughout the world, belief in deities is widespread—differing only in which deity is venerated. Even if Roy, Pasha, and others are not familiar with the specific mystical connotations of the term "angel," they have heard tales of angels from priests, bishops, and elder relatives, knowing that angels are divine attendants—powerful beings worthy of being addressed as "Him," capable of creating miracles with every action, far beyond the ordinary human. In the minds of these four extraordinary individuals, angels represent a distinct realm and a higher spiritual plane, ordinarily dwelling within the realm of the divine and rarely descending into the earthly world. They can thus be regarded as genuine legends, without needing to consider their tangible presence or significance in reality—much like the wars they have endured, where occasionally, they have encountered extraordinary beings so awe-inspiring that they still feel deeply unsettled to this day. Yet, such encounters never led them to envision angels as anything other than exceptional. They simply exist on a fundamentally different level! Yet today, a wandering, enigmatic "magician" told them that the Patriarch of the War God Church was actually an angel walking among humanity. The members of the party, including Phile, believed this man wholeheartedly. First, he had fulfilled their wishes and shown genuine kindness. Second, they felt they had no grounds to believe they had been deceived—whether the Patriarch was an angel or an exceptionally powerful being, the distinction meant little to them. The true nature of this world far exceeded their imaginations... Once again, this phrase that Pascha often repeated flashed through her mind. Roy, meanwhile, recalled more details. He remembered that the lady summoned from the air by the "magician" had stated she was tracking the Patriarch of the War God Church, and that she appeared to have the right to witness the divine oracles of the "Goddess of Night." Only another angel could track an angel... Given the way the "magician" had performed before that lady, his own standing couldn't be much lower. Roy quickly drew his gaze back from the unconscious glance he had cast toward Caine's silhouette, and dared not meet his eyes directly. He glanced to either side and noticed that Phile seemed to share the same speculation—complex emotions flickered across the pallor of his face due to blood loss. Byrle held his breath for several seconds before speaking: "Now I understand why Beldan has undergone such an inexplicable transformation." "We shouldn't be dwelling on these observations anymore," Caine said calmly, smiling. "The curfew is about to take effect." Pasah hurriedly glanced at the notice again, committing the full details of the curfew to memory: "From eight in the evening until eight in the morning, outdoor movement and gatherings are strictly prohibited." "Where should we go?" she asked, almost immediately. Under the dual constraints of curfews and trespassing charges, they seemed to have only one option: accept punishment. Kline smiled and said, "Just a ban on outdoor walks and gatherings." As he spoke, he tapped the nearby manhole cover with his foot. Byrnes brightened and replied, "Yes, nothing says you can't move through the sewer tunnels!" "In previous areas that implemented curfews, the homeless had taken refuge in the sewers or abandoned buildings." Roy and the others no longer hesitated—they stepped forward, leveraging their physical strength to push open the manhole cover and climbed into the tunnel. In the darkness, a yellowish glow of light emerged, and Kline now held a lantern. As they followed this magical "magician," Phil mused, "Next, we can head to the hotel. Byrnes is a local and won't be attacked. We can book a suite, then enter through the windows from outside. With the hotel owner's permission, this will count as a legitimate visit, not a trespass." "That way, we can stay until dawn, when the curfew automatically lifts." "Interesting idea, but our goal isn't simply to survive until morning." Kline smiled as he walked ahead with his lantern. Roy nodded. "If we do nothing and simply remain at the inn, the regulations will keep accumulating—eventually becoming so detailed that even foreign guests will be barred from staying in the rooms." "In fact, the most intriguing aspect of that initial suggestion wasn't just identifying a loophole in the regulations, but reminding me of something." Kline half-turned to look at Byers. "As a native of Beldan, he hasn't even attempted to arrest visitors." That is, he hadn't been affected by the command written on the yellow paper. Now, Pasah and the others watched Byers with a mixture of caution and growing bewilderment. Their recent experiences had convinced them that the citizens of Beldan had completely lost their sense of reason when it came to arresting outsiders. "I don't know why either..." Bryls murmured, just as puzzled. "Are you still a citizen of Belland?" Klein asked casually, walking steadily through the damp, foul-smelling sewer. Bryls followed close behind, responding with confidence: "Of course." Klein pondered a moment, then said: "You are both a citizen of Belland and a typical outsider—two identities overlapping, creating a contradiction that leaves you neither under attack nor intellectually affected by the command." "If we can create such a 'contradiction,' could we then escape the constraints of the rule?" Phil exclaimed, suddenly energized. Pascha shook her head: "Yet it's hard to create such 'contradictions'—at least, I can't think of any right now..." Pausing suddenly, she hesitated before adding: "Most importantly, we've drifted far from the Billboard, completely unaware of what new edicts might follow. With no way to anticipate or avoid them, we'd be paralyzed—nothing at all would be possible!" "That makes perfect sense... Byles and Phil couldn't help but nod. Roy, after thinking it through, exhaled and then asked, "Our most urgent task now is to locate that item, yet we have absolutely no leads. As a book, it could be anywhere—so we'd have to conduct a full city-wide search. But that clearly won't be enough time." "Indeed, we have no idea where '0–02' is—no clues at all. Yet there's one figure who is very clear in our minds," replied Kline, his voice calm as he listened to the footsteps echoing through the underground tunnels. Pascha felt a spark of insight. "You mean the Grand Patriarch?" Kline smiled and nodded. "Either '0–02' is in His hands, or He has hidden it somewhere. A book, clearly, cannot move itself—this isn't something the current rules can facilitate." "But how do we find that Grand Patriarch?" Byles asked immediately. Perhaps it's because the magical "mage" gentleman is right beside him that he doesn't feel so afraid about seeking out that earthly angel. Cain spoke calmly, holding the lantern: "As long as the '0–02' hasn't granted the Great Patriarch an exemption, He must still abide by the edicts outlined in the proclamation. He was originally from Fsaq—undoubtedly not a citizen of Belldan, so he couldn't enjoy the privileges afforded to locals. Likewise, although He is an angel from outside, not strictly a stranger, He will still be pursued by the citizens—this is certain. So, in short, the Great Patriarch must follow the curfew: he cannot enter private homes uninvited, nor can he seek refuge in public spaces that are closed at night. And since He won't have a companion like Byers, who possesses dual attributes, where do you think He will go?" Roy’s eyes flickered, offering several answers: “The sewer, the cemetery, the church before midnight, the abandoned buildings…” “The cemetery at night is inaccessible, and the abandoned buildings themselves are owned—by someone or a group,” Pascha quickly reminded. “Ah, well, once we’ve established that the sewer access is also limited, we’ll head to the church to find the Patriarch or wait for Him,” said Kline, speaking with ease, as if settling on a matter of minor importance. Roy, Phil, and the others were momentarily stunned—how could the whereabouts of an angel be so clearly pinpointed with just a few words! “However, there are several churches in Belland, so we’ll need to act separately to save time, and the Patriarch might be able to resist the penalties using his angelic rank and strength,” Kline added, then looked down at the “magic mirror” in his hands. “Arodos, monitor the entire city and keep an eye out for any anomalies.” "Give the magic mirror clear instructions. Once again, Klein pulls Lady Arianna out of the haze of history, assigning her responsibility for the churches of the Night Church. After completing these tasks, he half-turns to Roy, Pasha, and the others, saying, 'If we still can't locate the Great Patriarch by now, then either He has already left Belthar, leaving only '0–02' to hold off the enemy, or He has already gained some degree of control over '0–02'. In either case, for now, we must proceed by elimination.' Roy and the others nod in unison, following Klein as they walk through the underground passages. A few minutes later, the ancient silver mirror glimmers, reflecting a scene: On the bulletin board, a new sheet of white paper has been added, bearing new regulations: '…Due to municipal maintenance work, effective now, no living being is permitted to enter the underground passages.' "The pace of new content has accelerated..." Klein slightly furrowed his brow, murmured it softly, and then reached out from the air to retrieve a human skin glove. Immediately, he gestured for Pasha and the others to hold hands. Then, he grasped one person's shoulder and led them away from the sewer, "transporting" them to the nearest Storm Church. During this process, the four extraordinary beings first witnessed mice and cockroaches in the sewer one after another twitching and dying, then being drawn into the strange, abstract realm of the spiritual world, as though undergoing some kind of spiritual purification.