"Bansy Harbor's ancient customs revived, and so residents beca cultists worshipping the 'God of Weather.' Even the bishop fell."
"My divination told there was a deeper danger in Bansy Harbor, but it wouldn't erupt as long as we didn't actively trigger it.
So after I dealt with so monsters and ensured the passengers' safe return, I had the captain contact the Church of Storms to let them handle it."
"Before returning to port, the captain casually ntioned to that Bansy Harbor's ancient na was Binsy."
Klein briefly recounted his experience to Silas, concluding, "So I think the deeper danger there is very likely related to dici's bloodline."
"That makes sense."
Silas nodded deeply, expressing agreent.
"You just said the evil god they worship is called the 'God of Weather,' right?"
"Correct. Ancient Binsy was called a weather museum, with extrely intense climate changes.
Supposedly, the local residents ca to worship that evil god because of this..."
"Sequence 2 of the Red Priest pathway is called Weather Warlock."
Klein froze.
"Oh right, you shepherded the Red Angel's evil spirit, so you also obtained the 'Red Priest' Blasphemy Card!"
He reacted, saying excitedly, "dici was an angel of the Red Priest pathway.
It's only natural His descendants would have related inheritances, even reaching Sequence 2 is very possible!"
So that island really is related to dici!
"What do you think? Can Binsy help you?"
He asked Silas, "I originally wanted to tell The Hanged Man about this so he could reveal it to the Church of Storms to clear out that place, but thinking it might be useful to you, I didn't say anything."
"Thanks for rembering ."
Silas smiled. "Binsy, right? I'll rember it."
After becoming a "Black Knight," he'd go explore there and see if he could gain anything. Perhaps dici would also reveal sothing in this process.
"What about you? What did you do this week? Besides dealing with Kircheis."
Klein asked Silas in turn.
"Well, I went to the deepest part of the Sonia Sea. There's a divine battlefield ruin there."
Silas answered, omitting matters about the Queen and Roselle's key since those weren't convenient to reveal.
"Oh right, you're looking for rmaids, aren't you? This sea area has them."
He'd already encountered them several tis during his voyage.
Those enchanting voices from the ocean depths could indeed drive people mad.
For example, Anderson had nearly jumped overboard to his death, fortunately stopped by Silas.
Although their singing was indeed alluring, Silas felt it was far inferior.
The influence of those voices was nowhere near as powerful as the True Creator's.
"The depths of the divine battlefield ruin? I understand!"
Klein was overjoyed.
His purpose in going to sea was to find rmaids to complete his advancent, and now there was finally news!
Their communication was truly effective, instantly helping each other trendously.
Holding this kind of internal transmigrator eting was very effective.
They could consider holding more in the future.
"I propose that after each gathering ends, we stay behind to exchange so more secret intelligence. How about it?"
Klein suggested.
So things he couldn't speak openly about in front of other Tarot Club mbers.
Only fellow transmigrator Silas could understand.
"But will Mr. Fool agree?"
Silas was also tempted but still showed hesitation.
Whether I agree or not is just my say-so!
Klein thought to himself, but still worked hard to perform the charade, standing and saluting the fog.
"Honorable Mr. Fool, may we establish this as a regular procedure?"
"You may."
He had his main body hidden behind the thick fog and spoke.
"Thank you very much for Your generosity."
He hurriedly controlled his puppet to express thanks.
"Thank you for Your generosity."
Silas didn't know how many things Klein had busied himself with in those brief dozen seconds.
He simply thanked The Fool as well.
"Right, there's one more thing."
After they sat down, Silas rembered sothing and asked Klein, "Did you change identities?"
"Of course I did."
"What's the new na?"
Silas was quite curious because Klein's previous na was Sherlock Moriarty, ant to fit his detective identity.
Now that he was at sea, what kind of na would he choose?
"...Gehrman Sparrow."
Klein hesitated before answering.
The old hunter, plus Captain Jack?
Pretty fitting. Hunting pirates at sea, and coincidentally, both he and I drew inspiration from that ga.
"My new identity is Alexander Gascoigne."
Silas said.
"Father Gascoigne? You also took the na from there? What a coincidence.
But I have to say, a crazed priest really suits you." Klein seed slightly surprised after hearing this. "But where does Alexander co from?"
"Alexander Anderson, also a crazed priest."
Silas answered with a smile.
This kind of talk, he had no way to communicate with others. Only his fellow transmigrator could catch the reference.
"Oh, oh, I've seen it!"
Klein also recalled, "That priest who crosses his blades vertically into a crucifix!"
He originally wanted to demonstrate that pose above the gray fog but felt it wasn't quite appropriate, so he gave up.
The two chatted casually for a while longer.
When they had nothing more to say, they stood together and requested The Fool behind the gray fog to end the eting.
---
The virtual personality above the gray fog had chatted to its heart's content, but Silas underground was very confused.
Because of the two's small eting, the personality's return to reality was much later than usual.
"It's a bit late today. What's going on?"
He asked M.
"I'm not clear."
M answered calmly.
"The virtual personality you created, and you're not clear?"
Silas said coldly.
Although the nightmare the "King of Black Throne" Baros Hopkins created for him was fake, it still made him feel uneasy and suspicious of M.
Is she really a split personality of mine? What I see, might it only be what she's willing to let see?
Is she actually deceiving ? Though not necessarily a subordinate of the "King of Black Throne," she could be so other anomaly... like residual soul fragnts of Ma'am M that didn't die completely?
"I know what you're thinking."
Across from him, the red-haired, golden-eyed M said softly.
"Of course you would know."
Silas said coldly.
"Honestly, that you've only now started to suspect after all this ti is already quite good."
M said, "After all, I live inside your body, sharing many things with you, yet to you I'm a one-way opaque box."
"You can't be certain of my true thoughts. It's only natural for you to doubt . So..."
At this point, this gentle woman with red hair and golden eyes paused slightly, then raised her right hand.
"Thud!"
Under Silas's surprised gaze, she thrust her hand into her own chest.
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