Searching for the Fool

Based on the intelligence provided by Klein, Luther was quite certain that the Queen was Roselle's daughter. Roselle's eldest daughter's name was Bernadette Gustav, and like him, she belonged to the Mystery Pryer Pathway, with a mad god at the top of the Sequence.

However, the Queen seemed perfectly stable, not at all affected. Of course, with an emperor as her father, she must have received excellent protection; no wonder she possesses so many extraordinary items.

Luther couldn't help but sigh, both of them were influenced by the evil god, yet the difference between them was enormous.

"Luther, why did you suddenly ask about Roselle's children?"

Klein asked curiously.

"Yes, I recently met a powerful person, and her actions seem to prove that she is connected to Roselle."

Luther told Klein about the matters related to the Queen, excluding the parts about human trafficking and MI9.

What?

Roselle's eldest daughter, Bernadette, has indeed become a big shot in the mysterious world, and she's currently in Backlund!

Klein was startled, after all, he was currently planning to infiltrate Roselle's memorial exhibition to steal something. If he encountered her there, things would be bad. Fortunately, according to Luther, she would be leaving tomorrow. He could make his move tomorrow night, and then he would only have to deal with the officials of the Church of Steam.

As Klein thought this, he noticed Luther was sizing him up.

"Congratulations, it seems you've successfully been promoted."

Luther could sense that Klein's Spirituality had become stronger than before.

"Yes, it took a lot of effort."

Klein replied with a wry smile.

Although he had obtained the recipes for Sequence 7 through Sequence 5 from Rosago, he had spent a considerable amount of money to buy the materials. Fortunately, thanks to the Tarot Club platform and the bounty money that Luther gave him, he was able to maintain a balance between income and expenditure and currently had a surplus.

"Have you started Acting yet?"

"I'm trying, and I'm starting to get a feel for it."

Klein suddenly realized that Luther had jumped directly from Sequence 8 to Sequence 5. Logically, in this situation, most extraordinary individuals would be affected by the Potion and lose control, but Luther was only half-mad, and even had long periods of lucidity. Considering his previous abnormalities, it was clear that he also had something special about him.

The two walked side by side, sharing recent information as they searched for a carriage at the street corner, preparing to leave.

"So you haven't noticed Lanevus recently either!"

As Luther was speaking, a gloomy and frantic murmur suddenly rang in his ears, piercing his eardrums and echoing violently in his mind. A sharp pain followed, and he involuntarily bent over.

It was the murmur of the True Creator, a deep and resonant voice that seemed to fill his Mental World, and it appeared to contain some kind of information.

They're screaming again!

"Luther, what's wrong?"

Klein exclaimed in surprise.

I'm fine.

Luther waved his hand, actively summoning the Tide to block the pollution in the delirious voice, and then tried to receive the information within.

"Snap."

With a crisp snap, he tore off his index finger again. The severed end of the finger was bright red, as if all the blood had gathered on the surface, but not a single drop of blood flowed out.

This is

Klein's eyebrows twitched. He still couldn't get used to Luther's tendency to harm himself at the drop of a hat. Especially afterward, Luther's treatment of that finger made Klein's eyes widen.

"Crunch, crunch"

Luther sensed the information contained within the Flesh. His body trembled and swayed as he slowly squatted down. Then, his severed right finger involuntarily extended, as if it had been pressed onto the cold, rough ground.

"Hiss"

Watching this scene, Klein couldn't help but gasp, as if his own fingers were also throbbing with phantom pain. He watched as Luther used blood as paint and began to draw patterns on the ground. With the help of the rich information in his delirium, Luther drew very quickly.

The Crimson Moonlight bathed the ground, and a pattern was quickly sketched out.

It was a slightly complex symbol, composed of half a "Pupil-less Eye" symbolizing Concealment and half a "Contorted Lines" symbolizing change. Under the moonlight, this bloody pattern appeared eerie and mysterious.

After drawing the symbol, Luther didn't stop. Instead, he moved back to make room on the floor and began writing words below the symbol. These words weren't the language of Jotun or Dragonese that could manipulate the forces of nature, nor were Hermes used in rituals, but rather the most common and ordinary Loenese.

These words form the following sentence:

"Turn up:

"The Fool that doesn't belong to this era";

The Mysterious Ruler above the Gray Fog;

The King of Yellow and Black who wields good luck.

"The faithful and believers are in Backlund."

After writing this, Luther finally stopped trembling. His wound was wriggling, and a brand new finger was growing out, looking exactly the same as before.

Only then did he have a moment to look down and examine the patterns and text.

"The Fool?"

He read the description and text with curiosity, "And it's a three-part Honorific Name, which usually points to a deity or something similar."

When it comes to praying to evil gods, Luther could be considered an expert. But he had never heard of this being called [The Fool] before.

No, that's not right either. At least this one is in the tarot deck that Roselle "invented." Luther thought half-jokingly, without turning around, staring at the line of text, and casually asked, "Klein, have you heard of this [Fool]?"

Unbeknownst to him, Klein was staring at the contents of the bloodstains behind him, his expression one of utter shock.

Isn't this my symbol and description?

"Klein?"

Luther didn't hear a reply. He turned around and saw his former colleague staring at the bloodstain with a strange expression.

"Klein, what's wrong?"

"Luther, what's wrong with you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I startled you."

Luther said, "This is the True Creator's method, transmitting His commands through rambling. Like a megaphone, we extraordinary beings in the Sequence will receive it. For believers, this is divine revelation; for me, it's stealing intelligence."

In other words, the True Creator is looking for me!

He has found the Fool!

After listening to Luther's explanation, Klein quickly understood the situation.

Was it because the [Sun] performed Sacrificial Ritual before His followers, and there should have been corresponding symbols of the [Fool] and the scene above the Gray Fog? Through these, He confirmed that I was the one who had previously spied on Him?

When he first Backlund, he became involved in Ambassador Intis's case. To protect himself, he once used an "ear" he bought to spy on the True Creator in the Gray Fog. Although it was dangerous, it also gave him a powerful tool to counter Rosago.

In short, through these facts, the True Creator must have determined that I, or my chosen ones, are in Backlund, and has sent his minions to capture me!

Klein's mind was churning with a mix of emotions and thoughts.