Ulrich stood up from his seat, pacing around the room in an anxious manner. The affliction of lacking spirituality left him a little dizzy and weak. However, he didn't pay it any attention and rummaged through his thoughts.

  Of course, there was a possibility that it was nothing, and that his divination was just a coincidence. Yet, that feeling of unease couldn't quite leave his heart.

  He decided.

  With that in mind, he leaned back on the chair and rested his eyes toward the ceiling, hoping to recover his spirituality. As he rested, countless thoughts appeared in his mind.

  Ever since his return from the dream, Ulrich had a feeling that the matters and events on the surface might not be so simple. This feeling was compounded when meeting Donnie, who brought up the so-called 'Package'.

  In fact, even before this news and the dreams, Ulrich was already skeptical of the truth regarding the recent activities of the Union. Donnie's news only reaffirms his suspicion.

  Not to mention, Donnie was an ordinary human, at least to his understanding. Quite frankly, at this point, Ulrich basically sees the dream and real world as the same, and in that same manner, that which exists in the dream must exist in the real world in some form.

  His greatest concern is the existence known as "Weavers". If Donnie, an ordinary human, only knew this much of the truth, could there be another secret beneath the so-called weaponry that Donnie is unaware of?

  Ulrich believed that it was no coincidence that the harpoonist appeared near his area of activity not long after the so-called appearance of the weaponry.

  By this point, Ulrich could feel his mind clear as the affliction of spirituality weakness faded. Yes, spirituality weakness. This is the name he came up with for the exhaustion of one's spirituality.

  Once again, Ulrich held the coin between his thumbs and contemplated the questions.

  He summarized from the book, while pulling certain key information from his own bestowed knowledge.

  With that in mind, Ulrich stood up from his seat and closed his eyes, focusing on entering the state of resonance. Perhaps due to his brief experience as an awakened pseudo Weaver, he found it much easier to sense his own state of 'spirituality'.

  Two minutes passed, he focused on the question: Then, with ease, he flicked his thumb.

  Clink.

  As the coin flipped in the air, that wave of weakness washed over him again, though this time, noticeably weaker.

  He repeated in his heart.

  Ulrich's hand moved reflexively, catching the coin and slapping it down onto the back of his left hand. His right palm covered it immediately, concealing the answer beneath.

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  Ulrich steadied his breathing and slowly—deliberately—lifted his right hand.

  The lamplight spilled across the copper surface.

  Prime Minister Rothstyn's stern, engraved profile stared up at him from the coin, unmistakable in the flickering light. The detail was sharp—the proud nose, the firm jaw, the laurel crown that marked his office.

  Wait—no. Ulrich blinked, his tired mind catching up with the present.

  The question had been: "Will I encounter danger if I investigate Selena's absence today?"

  Heads meant to the question.

  But the coin showed... heads.

  No. Wait.

  He replayed the flip in his mind, suddenly uncertain. Had he caught it correctly? Had he—

  He forced himself to focus.

  But the answer was—

  Ulrich stared at the coin again, his exhausted mind finally processing what he was seeing.

  Actually... was that heads?

  He picked up the coin and examined it more carefully in the lamplight, tilting it back and forth. Prime Minister Rothstyn's profile... no, wait. He flipped it over. was Rothstyn's profile. Which meant what he'd seen just now was...

  The reverse side. The seal of the Union Republic. The laurel wreath and crossed anchors.

  Tails.

  Relief filled him so suddenly that he nearly laughed aloud in a self-deprecating manner. His hands were shaking—from the spiritual exhaustion, from the anxiety, and perhaps from relief.

  He murmured.

  Without wasting too much time, Ulrich quickly got up from the seat and tidied his messy appearance before putting on a black cap.

  He walked to the dusty desk and pushed all his belongings, the books and gears, as well as 'tools', beneath the shabby bed. Among these items, there was one thing that he kept on his person— A revolver.

  This was one of the things he had borrowed from Donnie before leaving. Ulrich loaded the gun and concealed it on his waist, then put on a sleek black coat. Immediately, it was almost impossible to see the frame or silhouette of the gun. The last thing he did was take some coins with him, in case he had to do coin divination, before heading to the inner district.

  He mused, his steps steady and firmed against the quiet night.

  ….

  Belham was a city island comprised of an outer and inner 'district'. The outer district is further split into four cardinal directions— East, West, North, and South, while the inner is connected as a whole.

  As Ulrich made his way toward the inner district, he couldn't help but feel the grandness of Belham. To think that such a large city is but one among many scattered cities beyond the fog sea.

  He recalled, pressing down further on his black cap before walking toward 51st Euston Street.

  The roads within the inner district was much more maintained than the outer district, making it extremely easy to navigate. As long as Ulrich read the signs and followed the right direction, it was difficult to get lost. Not to mention, this wasn't the first time he'd visit Selena personally.

  By the time Ulrich found himself standing outside her Semi-detached houses' crosswalk, he stared toward the side balcony on the second floor.

  He mused, fiddling with the copper coin in his pocket as he shook his head. Ulrich didn't attempt to enter immediately, but instead, loitered outside across from the street, observing if there was movement from within her home.

  He chortled.

  After ten or so minutes, he realized,

  There was no movement within her home at all, as though no one was there. However, glancing at his watch, it was already half past ten. It is not surprising that many, including Selena, are asleep if she were home.

  Uncertain, he decided to perform another divination. This time, he wasn't asking a question, but rather, divinating a statement. This statement, in true or false form, should in theory, drain less spirituality as well as face less interference.

  . He sighed with regret. If possible, he wanted to obtain the methods of truly awakening as a Weaver, possessing supernatural powers.

  Ulrich stopped fiddling with the coin and pressed it against his palm, entering the state of resonance. Quickly, he could sense his own spirituality being stirred. Facing this familiar sensation, he repeated a statement in his mind.

  Clink.

  The coin flew in the air for a few seconds before being caught by Ulrich's swift hand.

  He lifted his hand, revealing the answer.

  Tails.

  Seeing this, he frowned as a question appeared in his mind.

  "If she's not home at this hour, where could she be?"

  Before this question could settle, Ulrich's eyes flickered toward her home. A shadow, a human? It moved too fast, to the point that he barely caught it in the corner of his eyes.

  His heart chilled while the warm coin had yet to cool down.

  Quickly, he reached for the revolver hidden under his black coat.