When she regained her composure, Audrey maintained a gentle smile but became more alert. She had a vague sense that some unseen force was guiding her to this village, where dragon worship was a cherished tradition—something like fate itself. Audrey had once visited the "Hall of Honesty," where the murals there had come to life, and she knew that the sequence designated as "Audience" was called "Writer." From that name, she had drawn several associations, and now, doubts began to surface. At that moment, Hiberet smiled. "I've heard of this village. I remember our family once had a manor nearby." As he spoke, he glanced at the sky. "It's nearly evening. Why don't we stay here tonight and continue our hunt tomorrow?" Alfred showed no hesitation in accepting his brother's suggestion. To him, the difference between staying at which manor that night was negligible. He nodded and said, "Then send someone to let Dad and Mom know." Audrey said nothing, her green eyes shifting slightly as they swept over the faces of her two brothers. Hiberet's brow furrowed immediately, and after a few seconds, he added, "Better go back. Without prior notice, the estate is certainly unprepared to accommodate so many horses, hounds, and servants. Moreover, there's still over an hour until evening—quite enough time to return." Alfred, surprised that his brother had changed his mind so quickly, had initially intended to offer a counterargument, but upon reflection, he found his brother's reasoning sound. Considering that Audrey was also present, he nodded and said, "Then let's return as soon as possible." Without waiting for Hiberet, he shifted his legs in the saddle, raised his whip, and took the lead, galloping back toward their route. Hiberet frowned slightly, then relaxed. He said nothing more, simply led his sister, accompanied by a group of attendants, servants, and hounds, turned around, and retraced his steps along the forest edge back to the other side of the manor. Audrey remained quietly behind, offering no comments on the unfolding events. ... Deep in the night, within a manor in East Chester. Audrey, having used her "Influencer" ability to shift her two brothers' perspectives and thus prevent them from approaching the village of Hederak, lifted the velvet coverlet and lay down, drifting into sleep. Suddenly, she sat up, half-drowsy. She glanced around and saw the familiar dressing table and the entrance to the bathroom, realizing she was still in the room—yet the crimson moon and the stars were gone, replaced by a deep, dark stillness. This was not the real world. Audrie instantly judged, examining herself. Soon, she reached a clear conclusion: It was a dream—quite unusual, one that had deliberately kept her awake. Indeed, she had arrived... Audrey did not panic, only felt a bit懊恼. Her afternoon preparations had not been thorough enough, allowing the issue to spread all the way to the family manor where her parents lived. Now she believed that at the time, she should have followed Hiberth's suggestion and gone directly to the family estate near the village of Hederac, then thoughtfully "arranged" for Hiberth and Alfred to return here, leaving herself behind to await any potential developments. In that way, should anything unforeseen occur, her parents, her brother, and most of the staff would remain unharmed. Yet, at the time, her primary thought had been to resist the course of fate—she had wanted to avoid Hederac village at all costs. Who would have thought that sometimes, if you don't seek out danger, it will actively find you? Evading and delaying are not always the solutions. Audrey immediately got out of bed and stood barefoot on the thick carpet. She has now confirmed, at her semi-divine level as a "Dream Walker," that she can directly step out of this strange dream and return to the real world, once again avoiding the suspected invitation. After glancing briefly to both sides, Odile pressed her lips together, took up the blue cloak hanging on the nearby coat rack, and draped it over herself. Then, she took a deep breath and began walking step by step toward the door. Throughout this process, a patch of deep red, star-like "mark" became visible on the back of one of her hands. The mark then faded away, as if it had never appeared. This was the first such imprint left behind since her initial entry into the ancient palace above the gray mist—long unremarkable until early this year, when Mr. The Fool informed them that, in cases where prayers couldn't be made, the corresponding "mark" could be activated as a substitute for chanting the name of the deity. In short, this was the treatment reserved for a favored one of the gods. Of course, it conveys no information—only useful in emergencies, prompting the " Fool " to turn his gaze toward her. More importantly, the deep crimson mark, resembling a constellation, stands out prominently and is easily noticed by those around and by those observing from the shadows. Therefore, when she needs to conceal her unique circumstances, Audrey prefers to use the "Controller's" abilities to subtly implant the idea of praying to the "Fool" within the mind of an ordinary, unremarkable human nearby, having that person perform the prayer at the right moment and in the right setting on her behalf. At this very moment, she believes the dream's host is aware of her issue and thus feels no need for elaborate measures—only that she needs to conceal which entity she is praying to. After reaching the door, Audrey grasped the handle and gently turned it, pulling it backward. The slightly dim corridor came into view before her. The main building of the manor has a history of over a century, and many areas still retain their original character—especially the corridors. There, there are no gas wall lamps; instead, silver or bronze candelabras are embedded in the walls, each holding a varying number of candles that emit a dim, yellowish glow, casting a soft, hazy light along the entire corridor and giving it an atmosphere that feels like it might be haunted. Even the dream has recreated this exact detail... Audrey glanced around and stepped into the corridor. As thoughts passed through her mind, a long, thick, pale yellow carpet appeared beneath her feet. Following an intuitive sense of spirit, Audrey walked toward the right. After taking just a few steps, she paused, sensing something concealed behind the closed doors on either side—something that stirred within her a strong desire to explore. This is the master and mistress's bedroom, this is Herbert's room, this is Alfred's room... Audrey paused to distinguish them, her brow slightly furrowed. The classical doors, adorned with relief carvings, appeared especially mysterious under the soft glow of the candlelight, inviting curiosity about what lay behind each one. In an instant, Audrey suddenly grasped their meaning in the dream. These are the doors of the soul—each one conceals the inner world of its owner. Thus, when Audrey opens Alfred's door, she will see the various secrets hidden deep within his heart. By the same principle, she can also glimpse the true inner lives of Lord Horbury and Lady Katharine. Gently drawing her gaze back, Audrey closed her eyes and continued walking, refusing to be affected. With all these experiences, she had come to understand more clearly a truth: The semi-divine beings of the soul must learn self-restraint and respect for others. Given that one can already accurately interpret others' true thoughts through body language, facial expressions, and emotional fluctuations under normal circumstances, it becomes excessive and unusually greedy to continuously probe deeply into their inner worlds, uncovering private details and hidden secrets—potentially leading to self-harm. This is a simple truth: everyone harbors some darker, less favorable thoughts to varying degrees, which they generally manage well and do not allow to disrupt their behavior. When a semi-divine being in the realm of the mind persists in digging into these hidden thoughts, exposing the less-than-ideal aspects beneath the surface, they are likely to grow increasingly disillusioned with human nature, gradually succumb to negative mental influences, and eventually become increasingly erratic—without realizing it. This explains one reason why "audiences," though able to soothe themselves and treat corresponding psychological issues, still often become eccentric or even mentally unwell. They are both secure and dangerous. Therefore, Audrey's behavioral principle is to observe and "read minds" only for close acquaintances, making a point of not entering their dreams—while for strangers, she has no such restriction and only enters their inner worlds when absolutely necessary. Along the corridor, wearing her blue cloak, Audrey walked steadily until she reached the end. She then opened her eyes and turned her gaze toward the room on the left. It was a semi-open sunroom. With a slight press of her lips, Audrey breathed steadily and extended her hand to grasp the door handle. As the wooden door swung open, the scene within gradually revealed itself. It was no longer just a room: the floor was paved with smooth stones, and clusters of dark green grass spread throughout, while deeper in, the space remained dim and indistinct. Audrey walked in slowly, and the door closed softly behind her with a gentle creak. Within that shadowed expanse, the outlines of certain things quickly emerged: a towering stone pillar, several tens of meters high, rose up, with a long, lizard-like creature perched atop it. The creature sat at the summit, as massive as a small mountain, its body covered in vast, stone-like scales of gray and white, its eyes pale gold and vertically aligned. This was a Mind Dragon, a being from myth. With a rustling sound, the Mind Dragon unfolded its two wings, nearly blotting out the sky. Its skeletal structure resembled both metal and leaf veins, draped in a mysterious, gray, membranous texture. As Audrey gazed upward, the Mind Dragon emitted a low, resonant hum: "You have once visited Liviethed," it said, without a doubt in the language of dragons. "The City of Miracles" Levished... How did it know? As Audrey flashed through just these two thoughts, the Mind Dragon on the opposite side spoke: "Each individual consciousness engages in a certain exchange with the vast ocean of collective unconsciousness. Levished is particularly special—its imprint within your mind is no different. When your 'virtual persona' journeys through the ocean of collective unconsciousness and comes near me, I naturally sense this." This goes beyond my capabilities, something even the 'Dream Weavers' cannot achieve... Is this Mind Dragon corresponding to Sequence 2, the 'Perceiver'? Yet He hasn't directly guided me at all. As Audrey's thoughts flickered, the Mind Dragon spoke again: "I am certain you have no ill intent at this moment." Audrey remained silent for two seconds, then looked up and asked: "Don't you worry that this might be a trap?"