The Azure Hotel.
"Meow~"
Having returned from the Divination Club, Lorne sat beside the bed, teasing the languid Orange Cat.
He had talked at length with Gracis that day, but without detailed information, they had agreed to meet again at the Seer Club in a week.
If possible, Gracis would also take him to meet Lanevus next time.
In fact, Lorne could tell that Gracis had reservations about this investment. Naturally, he was delighted to have someone come along and share the risk. That was also why he had been so enthusiastic toward Lorne.
"The guide said as much, so this investment should be fine." As a Transmigrator with access to more information, Lorne remained quite confident about the investment.
The only thing that surprised him was the place name Hornacis.
Such a coincidence. Could this be a sign that I'm about to strike it rich?
"Forget it. I should focus on the important stuff first..."
Setting the investment aside, Lorne began considering the real business at hand.
How to carry on his grand undertaking of reporting people.
"The most important question is, who exactly is that suspected Seer?"
"I couldn't find any clues at the Divination Club this time. Maybe he's already noticed something wrong..."
As for using divination, the Robot's divination abilities had certainly improved considerably.
But if that person really is a Seer, could divining him directly be dangerous...? Lorne shook his head, rejecting the idea.
Although the Robot possessed anti-divination abilities, the possibility that a hidden entity stood behind the other party made him abandon the idea of direct divination.
After a brief moment of thought, Lorne remembered the Wish-Granting Box that had produced a slip of paper out of thin air.
Recently, Lorne had asked it a few more inconsequential questions to test the box.
This had also allowed him to discover an anomaly-or rather, a characteristic-of the box.
After successfully advancing to Robot, his spirituality had increased considerably. In theory, using the box should have become much less taxing.
But when he actually used it, he found that things were nothing like he had imagined. After asking a question, he still felt extraordinarily exhausted, even a little more tired than before his advancement.
Lorne suspected that the box did not consume a fixed amount of spirituality, but rather a certain proportion of its user's spirituality.
Thus, even if his total spirituality increased, the proportion consumed did not decrease.
Considering that he became more tired after advancing, he suspected that the higher the user's Sequence, the greater the proportion of spirituality the Wish-Granting Box consumed.
Following that line of reasoning, the Wish-Granting Box's usage limit was probably a protective measure. Regardless of which Sequence someone belonged to, once they exceeded that limit, their spirituality would no longer be able to sustain the consumption.
If that guess is true, this Wish-Granting Box must have quite an extraordinary origin... Lorne gazed thoughtfully at the box before him.
Could it really have been left behind by some Transmigrator?
"This box is so special. Even if it can't do anything about a hidden entity, finding a Seer shouldn't be much of a problem..."
"The key now is what question to ask. Asking directly probably wouldn't be appropriate..." Lorne mused, resting a hand against his chin.
"The Wish-Granting Box can't directly tell me that Seer's identity, either. That wouldn't fit its instructions."
"How can I find the person who experienced an anomaly alongside me at the Divination Club two days ago?" After thinking for a moment, Lorne asked the box this question.
After asking, Lorne instinctively covered his face. Clearly, he still found the question somewhat embarrassing.
A few seconds later, the box reacted.
Rubbing his aching eye sockets, Lorne gained a new appreciation for the Wish-Granting Box's consumption of spirituality.
He opened the box and, sure enough, found a slip of paper inside.
"Daffodil Street, Tingen City."
Daffodil Street.
After receiving the clue on the slip of paper, Lorne had hurried straight here.
Daffodil Street's location was somewhat unexpected.
"So Daffodil Street is right next to Iron Cross Street!"
"Last time, I came to Iron Cross Street to look for the Notebook. Although I didn't find it, I did discover something abnormal happening on Iron Cross Street..."
"Daffodil Street is so close to Iron Cross Street. This probably isn't just a coincidence..." Studying his surroundings, Lorne tried to spot anything unusual.
"Why do I feel like I'm up to no good...?"
"No, I'm helping eliminate risks in this neighborhood!"
Yet just as Lorne was looking around, a greeting came from behind him. "Is that you, Mr. Dysenk?"
Lorne turned at the voice and saw a familiar girl.
"Melissa?"
Within a peculiar space.
The Society's senior officers sat together, discussing the organization's next actions.
"The Society isn't doing very well at present. As the Apocalypse approaches, the Seven Gods are cracking down on us more and more severely."
Two of Spades nodded in agreement.
"Alas! If I were still at Sequence 1, so many things would be much easier."
"At my current level, I can't sense Sefirah Castle at all."
"Indeed." Diamond A nodded.
After a moment of silence, Two of Spades slowly spoke. "I intend to attempt an advancement."
Everyone around him looked astonished at those words.
"But that would be very difficult, wouldn't it?" Two of Clubs said hesitantly from beside him.
"Your Sequence 1 characteristic and Uniqueness have both been sealed by Evernight."
"She could never return them to you. If you intend to hunt someone else, Zaratul hasn't appeared in a long time. Besides, our current intelligence suggests that he has countless ties to Evernight. Acting rashly might provoke retaliation from her."
"And the other Sequence 1 characteristic has never appeared throughout history."
"I left a few contingencies in my original characteristic. Perhaps I could..."
Two of Spades began explaining his plan, but before he could finish, Two of Hearts interrupted loudly from across the table.
"No! You know perfectly well how cunning Evernight is."
"That woman..."
"Even Jowes was deceived by her back then!" As those words left her mouth, she could no longer contain the hatred in her heart, and an invisible malice spread outward.
"The Society can't afford any more pointless sacrifices." Two of Hearts clenched her fists, her voice trembling slightly.
"Calm down, Sister."
"She's right. Evernight is far too cunning. She might already have seen through those contingencies of yours and turned them into a trap," Heart A chimed in from the side.
"But it's not necessarily impos..." Two of Spades still wanted to say something, only to hear Two of Hearts say:
"Even Bethel was sealed by Evernight and Storm working together. Do you think you can compare to Bethel?"
"I..." Two of Spades fell silent. Whether in status or methods, he truly could not compare to Bethel.
The atmosphere at the meeting grew chilly.
"Perhaps you could try switching Pathways," someone suggested.
"Switching Pathways would be even less feasible." Two of Clubs shook his head, rejecting the idea.
"Bethel was sealed by Evernight and Storm together. So many years have passed, and there's still no sign of his return."
"As for Amon... that's even more impossible."
"Everyone saw how close he and Jowes were back then. Jowes gave him far too much. We can't deal with him."
At this point, he sighed.
"Hah! If Jacob had listened to us back then, he wouldn't have died under such mysterious circumstances."
"If that had happened, we'd be in a much better position."
"Not necessarily. Jowes had a hand in what happened to Jacob, though he did give Jacob a chance..." Two of Hearts revealed some old secrets unknown to the outside world.
"No. In fact, there's still a Sequence 1 with no backer, whose main body is also in poor condition."
As everyone fell silent, Two of Diamonds, who had not spoken until now, suddenly broke the silence.
"You mean...?"
Two of Diamonds nodded.
"That's right. Pallez Zoroast."
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