"Do you know about the 'Aurora Order'?"
Justice looked at Angel in bewilderment, seemingly having never heard of this term.
The Hanged Man laughed lightly and replied: "They are all a bunch of madmen, even if they don't seem mad in public, they're just hiding it well. I'm pursuing one of their 'Listeners,' he is looking for traces of the 'True Creator,' which is the so-called sanctuary they preach about."
Indeed, these "Aurora Order" believers are all not quite normal...
Recalling that Mr. C who used his own flesh and blood as a bomb, Angel nodded in agreement and continued: "I heard from people traveling between ports that the 'Aurora Order' believers in Entrat Port were involved in several kidnapping cases, and also had connections with the recent human trafficking cases that caused a big stir. Their altar was destroyed by official extraordinaries, and many were arrested."
"Human trafficking... Ah, you mentioned it last time. I didn't expect the 'Aurora Order' was also involved. I thought they were just a secret sect worshipping ancient existences. Didn't expect they're now doing all kinds of business..."
The Hanged Man was first puzzled, then suddenly realized.
He frowned, as if remembering something, looked at Angel, and asked: "Queen, have you already gone to Entrat Port? Was the information about the 'Craftsman' I provided helpful to you?"
He's probing me... because I mentioned the "news" from Entrat Port?
Angel answered with an emotionless tone, slowly: "Not yet, I need some time to prepare, expecting to set off for Entrat Port by the end of the year."
She didn't explain much, as that would seem somewhat deliberate, like she was hiding something.
Justice Miss beside them didn't notice the subtle exchange in their words. Her eyes were shining as she listened to the secrets of the mystical world, appearing just like that "Listener" being pursued by the Hanged Man. Seeing that the brief conversation between the two was not continuing, she eagerly asked:
"'Aurora Order'? True Creator? It's hard for me to encounter these things normally, I can only learn from you. Queen, Mr. Hanged Man, can you tell me in detail about these secret organizations and ancient beliefs? I can pay for it!"
"500 pounds each, or equivalent items or materials that you urgently need."
"..."
Justice Miss's grand gesture left Angel and the Hanged Man speechless for a long time.
The deep red light dissipated, and Angel returned to the study of her home.
Exchanging information about secret organizations took quite a while, and satisfying Justice Miss's curiosity further exhausted her both physically and mentally, but there were more important things to do now.
Without time to celebrate that she had "charged" another 500 pounds to Justice Miss's "account," she took the paper and pen prepared on the table in advance, and immediately recorded the few memory scenes still existing in her mind.
"Instigator" compared to "Assassin," spirituality increased by about half, other extraordinary abilities also strengthened to different degrees...
Accompanying Daisy for dinner, the beef pudding was fragrant, but what was that restaurant called...
Rupert was mentally confused, Daisy said there was no major problem, but...
The Backlund Nighthawks team, Lorrota, Borgia, the third person... El Hassan?
The events experienced on that day that originally did not exist in her memory, which she recalled on the gray fog, were written down by Angel one by one on paper.
She feared this segment of memory would soon disappear from her mind again, leaving no trace to follow.
Fortunately, as the pen moved on the paper, the memories in her mind not only did not fade, but actually deepened their impression as she continued to recall. It seemed that the mysterious method affecting her memory was only one-time, and once dispelled by the more mysterious "Fool" and His gray fog space, it no longer had effect.
"Praise Mr. 'Fool'."
After thanking this mysterious existence in her heart, Angel put the paper recording all the contents of "the lost day" that she could remember into the desk drawer, placed prominently.
"If you find the contents on this extremely unfamiliar, with no memory at all, don't be afraid, this is your true memory, you just can't remember it. You can seek help from Mr. Fool, or wait for the weekly 'Tarot Club' meeting, in the gray fog you will naturally remember everything."
There was such a paragraph at the end of the paper.
Unfortunately, she really couldn't recall the appearance of that priest wearing simple clothes from her memory, only remembering a few key features: white robe, light golden beard, clear and natural eyes...
If she saw this person again, she should be able to recognize him, but now asking her to draw his appearance was simply impossible.
Holding the pencil for sketching, pondering hard for a long time, she still put down the pen, with only a faceless countenance on the hard card paper in front of her.
Perhaps through divination one could obtain more specific, detailed results?
But I am not a diviner... Although I learned the "Pendulum Method" from Klein, that simple divination can only answer yes or no, it can't help me draw.
Pray to a deity for help?
This is also a method. My prayers to the Evernight Goddess when making "Storm Convergence" and "Phantom Phosphorus Eruption" both received responses, perhaps I can pray to Her again?
Looking at the setting sun outside the window, Angel made up her mind to try after nightfall.
Otherwise, this rock named "Sequence 4" pressing on her heart would make her breathless.
"Evernight Goddess, more noble than the starry sky, more eternal than eternity. You are the Crimson Lord, Mother of Secrets, and also the Queen of Calamity and Fear. The Lord of Sleep and Silence."
The crimson moon outside the window sent red moonlight into the study, covering the desk, dyeing the three candles on the table, the board carved with runes and prayers, and the card paper with the mysterious priest red.
At this time, the study had become a temporary place of worship, sealed and isolated by Angel with a Spiritual Wall. The desk was laid with a wooden board carved with prayers, on which were placed three ritual candles. The candlelight, with a little essential oil added, emitted a faint fragrance, making the whole study appear somewhat mysterious.
Having bathed in advance, now wearing a white robe, she put down the sanctified carving knife, maintained a state of meditation, stood before the desk, and continued to recite the incantation.
"I pray to You..."
"I pray for Your favor..."
"Show Your believer the direction of calamity..."
In the fragrance of deep sleep flower and moon flower essential oils, beside the flickering candle flames, under the illumination of the red moonlight.
On the simple altar, the sketch card paper placed by Angel seemed to be picked up by an invisible hand, slowly floating up, blocking the crimson moon outside the window.
Her breath stalled, not daring to make any move or sound, only her eyeballs slowly following the movement of the card paper.
"Puff—"
The three candles representing the Evernight Goddess and herself flickered once and went out.
The card paper, as if blown by a breeze from outside the window, fell while floating towards Angel.
She was so frightened that she directly exited her meditation and caught the card paper with the faceless priest drawn on it.
It was now completely empty.