The sun hung brightly in midair. In a dark, silent corner of the cemetery, Leonard Mitchell suddenly raised the shovel beside him.
The two mounds of soil at the side gradually raised in height as the coffin pit became obvious. From time to time, there would be passersby, but they didn’t notice anything, as though a dream was happening over there.
Finally, Leonard threw the shovel and bent down. He reached out and grabbed the ends of the coffin lid with both hands.
Using immense strength, he pulled open the heavy wooden lid and discovered that the thick, long nails had fallen off at some point in time. There was nothing inside the pitch-black coffin.
Nothing!
Leonard continued keeping his body hunched as he silently watched this scene without any further movement. He stood there like a petrified statue for a very long time.
…
In his hazy dream, Klein saw a tombstone with an epitaph. It stood silently among many other tombstones as it was dyed in crimson moonlight.
This scene shattered immediately as Klein snapped awake. He confirmed that he was still Dwayne Dantès and that he was still inside 160 Böklund Street’s master bedroom.
As Klein did an interpretation of the dream, he gathered all the content and attempted to make an effective, meaningful conclusion.
After some serious thought, he began to believe that the dream’s revelation was referring to the past him and the Church of Evernight.
After making the connections with what had happened the past few days, Klein slowly came to an answer.
As he thought about the matter, Klein pulled a back cushion over and sat up. He felt that he had already found the answer to his dream.
He began seriously analyzing what could happen afterwards, considering if he should abandon the identity of Dwayne Dantès.
Having made up his mind, Klein’s working brain slowed down as a sense of drowsiness washed over him again. He let his body slide down bit by bit as he got under the blankets.
…
In the basement of Saint Samuel Cathedral, Leonard, who had returned from Tingen, managed to be in time for the team’s internal meeting.
Soest first briefed them on the conclusion of the archbishop and what the other local Nighthawk teams had obtained.
“With the help from the Holy Cathedral, Saint Anthony has confirmed that the infiltrator is Gehrman Sparrow. The conclusion is that this crazy criminal is still alive but doesn’t exist in this world.
“This is truly a contradictory statement. I don’t understand it as well. His Grace didn’t explain anything either.
“In short, our focus will be on the investigation of Gehrman Sparrow.
“According to the information provided by MI9, Gehrman Sparrow is a fake identity. He originally came from Backlund…”
After Soest finished the briefing, he asked, “Do you have anything to add?”
Leonard opened his mouth and was just about to say something, but his eyes shimmered twice before he fell silent again.
Soest turned his head and glanced at him, calling him out by name.
“Leonard, did you discover any clues?”
Leonard remained silent for a second before shrugging.
“That clue has been eliminated.”
Soest didn’t ask further as he looked at the other teammates.
After a series of supplementary information and analysis, he began assigning missions to his Red Gloves team.
After everything was assigned, Leonard Mitchell held a name list that required him to enter their dreams for a cross-check. He returned to the break room above and threw his body into bed.
He sat there silently as he raised his hand to comb his hair, preparing to begin taking action.
However, the first dream he entered wasn’t anyone in the name list.
His target was Dwayne Dantès!
After repeated considerations, he decided to speak to this secret organization member, an undying monster from the Fourth Epoch, face to face. He wanted to see what information he could sound out.
This looked somewhat rash, but with both parties knowing each other’s secrets, it was still a good choice.
…
160 Böklund Street. Klein’s drowsy mind suddenly became clear as he knew that someone had entered his dream.
He pondered silently, sitting in a reclining chair and turning his head to look at the balcony. He saw a black-haired, green-eyed man wearing a white shirt and black vest nimbly leap inside. He was none other than Leonard Mitchell.
At this moment, in Leonard’s eyes, Dwayne Dantès was still wearing a formal suit in the dream. His sideburns were gray, and he had an angular face with an immense amount of charm.
At this moment, the tycoon wore a smile, as though he wasn’t hiding the fact that he remained lucid and that he wasn’t affected by a Nightmare.
“Didn’t Pallez Zoroast teach you some manners?” Klein said with a tone he believed matched Leonard’s impression of him.
He quickly reined in his thoughts and bowed in a manner that lacked standards.
“Please pardon me for the intrusion. You are on our investigation list.
“Was the infiltration done by you guys? Is that your goal for coming to Backlund?”
“No.” Klein in his Dwayne Dantès guise raised the cup of red wine and sipped it. “It’s not us, but just him alone.”
He put on an act that he wasn’t afraid of Leonard knowing.
“Gehrman Sparrow?” Leonard asked in a deep tone.
Klein glanced at him with his deep blue eyes that seemed to have seen the vicissitudes of life.
“Isn’t that obvious?”
“What does he actually want to do? He didn’t take anything away,” Leonard took the opportunity to ask.
Klein raised his hand to stroke his white sideburns and chuckled.
“What do you think is the answer?”
