"Bansy Harbor's ancient customs revived, and some residents became cultists worshipping the 'God of Weather.' Even the bishop fell."
"My divination told me 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 some 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 mentioned to me that Bansy Harbor's ancient name was Binsy."
Klein briefly recounted his experience to Silas, concluding, "So I think the deeper danger there is very likely related to Medici's bloodline."
"That makes sense."
Silas nodded deeply, expressing agreement.
"You just said the evil god they worship is called the 'God of Weather,' right?"
"Correct. Ancient Binsy was called a weather museum, with extremely intense climate changes.
Supposedly, the local residents came 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, "Medici 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 Medici!
"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 remembering me."
Silas smiled. "Binsy, right? I'll remember it."
After becoming a "Black Knight," he'd go explore there and see if he could gain anything. Perhaps Medici would also reveal something 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 mermaids, aren't you? This sea area has them."
He'd already encountered them several times 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 mermaids to complete his advancement, and now there was finally news!
Their communication was truly effective, instantly helping each other tremendously.
Holding this kind of internal transmigrator meeting was very effective.
They could consider holding more in the future.
"I propose that after each gathering ends, we stay behind to exchange some more secret intelligence. How about it?"
Klein suggested.
Some things he couldn't speak openly about in front of other Tarot Club members.
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 remembered something and asked Klein, "Did you change identities?"
"Of course I did."
"What's the new name?"
Silas was quite curious because Klein's previous name was Sherlock Moriarty, meant to fit his detective identity.
Now that he was at sea, what kind of name 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 game.
"My new identity is Alexander Gascoigne."
Silas said.
"Father Gascoigne? You also took the name from there? What a coincidence.
But I have to say, a crazed priest really suits you." Klein seemed slightly surprised after hearing this. "But where does Alexander come 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 meeting.
---
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 meeting, 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 me see?
Is she actually deceiving me? Though not necessarily a subordinate of the "King of Black Throne," she could be some other anomaly... like residual soul fragments 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 me after all this time 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 me. 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.