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— You…? What happened? — Klein frowned, still showing caution towards Dunn Smith who was trying to get up.

Dunn stood up with great difficulty when he finally managed to discern that it was Klein in front of him. 

He stared at him from top to bottom, as if Klein were a terrifying existence that was not far from being a monster, then asked in a hoarse and weak voice: 

— Do you remember the delusions you heard? That light... 

Could it be that Dunn Smith is a madman? Did the Chariot, the Hanged Man, and the Force mention it at the meeting? — Klein took another three steps back and then nodded slightly, still watching every step Dunn Smith could take.

 Of course, under these conditions it was impossible for Dunn Smith to actually do anything against him since he couldn't even lean directly on the window. Even so, it was foolish to underestimate the mysterious Beyonders, a subject he had the slightest knowledge of. 

When he turned his head slightly to look at the window, he paused for a moment. 

In his mind he could see a shadow of green eyes with a black spectral form superimposed silently staring at him outside his house. 

 Klein instinctively recoiled before he could recognize the one hanging outside.

Leonard Mitchell. 

His unique shadow was unmistakable to him because it was one of the first strange things he had seen after dealing with the hole in his head.

The man didn't wait a moment longer before opening the wooden window with supernatural strength.

In his hands, there was a shiny object pointed at Klein.

A copper gun!

Bathed in the crimson moonlight, his expression seemed filled with darkness. His voice sounded grave:

— Captain! Are you alright?

Captain?

Klein was confused by that title.

Dunn Smith nodded weakly and said in a daze:

— There's no need to point a gun at him… Let's go to the Saint Selena Cathedral…

Leonard assessed Klein from afar and his gaze finally fell on the monster that was almost in front of him.

— Some Beyonders who came with the high-ranking member are surrounding the area for the removal of the body and are keeping watch around this street… You've been unconscious for over an hour… Why did he go crazy?

 With apparent doubt, he pointed to the laughing and crying monster on the ground that seemed dead, but at the same time totally alive in madness, distorted and disintegrating. 

Crimson red tentacles and soft as gelatin grew with each passing second, with eyes, smiling mouths that expelled a viscous and shiny liquid, but completely dark, as if the monster was blurred in everyone's vision. 

Pieces of grotesque black hair that fell with each second. 

Dunn sighed weakly, his expression contorted in pain: 

— He saw things he shouldn't see, corruption took over his body and soul within his dreams and it is impossible to try to contact his soul... He came into contact with something of a high level... 

Leonard raised an eyebrow in doubt and held out his hand for Dunn Smith to take to stand up. 

Dunn took his hand and almost stumbled as he tried to get back up. 

 — Mr. Moretti, you will have to come with us to the Cathedral of Santa Selena... — he warned in a hoarse tone, with almost no energy left.

Klein just nodded as he walked stiffly to the door, avoiding looking at the monster behind them.

 They walked down in silence to Iron Cross Street, where they saw a carriage stopped. The driver seemed so unconcerned with reading the book in her hands that she didn't even notice them approaching. 

For a moment, she turned to assess them with her almost gray eyes with a small shade of dark blue, like a deep lake in the depths of a dark forest.

 Leonard extended his hand, giving the driver a pound.

 — Good evening, Miss Adhara, we'll go to Saint Selena's Cathedral. 

The young woman gave them a mysterious look and said: 

— Okay... Mr. Dunn, you've hurt yourself again... I hope you get better soon.

— Ah, you're that clumsy boy who was with Daly and Dunn that time! She told me you'd be in town today because of some important work. Well, I also saw Mr. Crestet Cesimir passing by the church, he even asked when I would return to Backlund. 

The driver with dark hair tied in a loose braid didn't even ask about how Dunn ended up like that even though he had mentioned it. Possibly she wouldn't have asked because of Klein's presence. 

Entering the carriage, Klein looked at the police officers in front of him with what could only be described as confusion and doubt. 

— That... What was that? — he asked in a disbelieving tone. 

Dunn looked at him for a moment, still stunned. 

— What you saw, the things you heard, all belong to mysticism. The myths you read in history books are real. We call people who were born with an extraordinary gift or who achieved it a Beyonder. The Sequences are the number of potions of a path, there are nine in total, from the greatest to the least.

— However, everything has its price. The things that man saw caused his death, he was curious, one should never pry into hidden secrets recklessly.

Klein wanted to ask about this, but then he lost some of his will after hearing those words.

Before, he had seen so many strange things that he couldn't help but be curious, but it wouldn't be worth it if his life was at stake.

At this moment, Leonard leaned back in the carriage seat with a thoughtful look on his face, perhaps even whispering something.

— For some reasons like your resistance to those delusions, the ability to sense the presence of others without seeing them, we think you are a Beyonder. I'm happy for you, you really are a lucky person.

Klein raised an eyebrow, frowning slightly.

Me?

Uh… I had my suspicions, but this? As Mr. Chariot said, there are people who are born with Beyonder powers, these people are half Beyonders or full Beyonders…

I thought maybe I might be an incomplete Beyonder…

As he pondered, he remembered a few things. Perhaps the visions he suddenly had at any time of the day, the heightened sensations he received after the transmigration, and partly the strange things that were happening to him were all because of this.

However, was the original Klein a Beyonder? How did this happen? He had no idea what was happening...

It could be that it was the result of the transmigration... But why would the effects be so advanced?

I remember him being like this from the beginning...

 Why would he become a Beyonder more than twenty years before the transmigration? Did this have anything to do with the gray mist or the ritual to the Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth?

 Was the original Klein already a Beyonder for some other ulterior motive, or was he truly affected by the transmigration? 

 He was pulled out of his deep reverie by Dunn Smith: 

— We are the Nighthawks who work in the Church of the Goddess, just like there are other official organizations like the other churches. Sometimes, normal people see things they shouldn't see, and this can be resolved with a contract or even by joining the churches as members. In your case, since there is a risk of being a Beyonder, a high-ranking member will have to decide which of the two options to take.

— Having heard about this from the other members of the Tarot Club, Klein had understood the basics of the Beyonder world, so he wasn't surprised. Still, he feigned a bit of ignorance.

— So if this person chooses the first option, everything will return to normal? 

Dunn shook his head. 

— Unfortunately not, it is impossible for a Beyonder to become normal. 

— Even about this case, it is still uncertain. Since the person who entered your dreams had his body and soul taken over by madness and corruption, it is not possible to know who it was. But he asked you about the peak of the Hornacis mountain range, so it could be that he was after the Antigonus notebook. 

Klein was hesitant to say anything, but he said, 

— Maybe. 

While still smiling, Leonard made a guess, 

— This man could be after some other things as well. You mentioned about Angels in your diary, and you still have dreams that can corrupt others. Furthermore, there could be something in the delusions besides madness. What if this person was after something like that as well? If it was the notebook, he would not ask directly about the Hornacis mountain range, but about the notebook directly. Even if he was still looking for the notebook, he might be looking for something else as well. 

Dunn sighed, nodding in agreement. 

— You're right, that may be it, but we still need more information…

Dunn Smith looked into Klein's eyes for a moment with a calm gaze and asked: 

— Do you remember what you saw in your dreams? Or is there something else that you can feel or see without explanation?

 Klein paused as if he was thinking before answering and then said: 

— Yes…

— The crimson moon shone in the sky with a bloody light and sighed. I remember seeing everything taken over by mythical visions. Tall palaces, ancient castles, even ruined buildings that seemed to belong to ages past. I saw an incomprehensible place full of saturated and overlapping colors with seven bright lights in the sky, after that I was in the depths of the sea that had ancient ruins… There was a strange being… A vortex of eyes. Soon after, I could discern a darkness that seemed perpetual with invisible eyes lurking.  

— I don't remember exactly... A sea of chaos... In the end, I was in a place full of pure white light... There was just madness everywhere and in every place... I don't know, I can't describe it... Nothing made sense...

Klein stopped talking when he saw Dunn Smith put a hand on his temple as if his head was throbbing.

Leonard, on the other hand, grimaced and returned to normal at the same time.

— Are you okay? — he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Leonard seemed to realize this fact too, but instead of asking anything, he put his hand in his pocket with a dark expression appearing, covering his face completely.

He cautiously asked:

— Captain, is everything okay?

Dunn Smith nodded slightly, his eyes indicating a fear gripping his soul. He said:

_ In your chaotic dreams, I heard a deep sigh that brought antiquity... I saw the figure of a huge bloody statue covering everything that existed... The silhouette was distorted and completely blurred, but I collapsed after seeing it. When I regained consciousness, I saw a ruined palace on the peak of a mountain range... I can't remember anything after that other than that light and the laughter... I heard nonsense...

— There was something else... Amidst illusory murmurs, an ancient air covered everything... It was a dark place like a hall, there were murals that seemed to have come out of stories... When I looked at one of the paintings on the mural, there was something staring at me.

Klein stared at Dunn Smith with a confused look, as did Leonard, who raised an eyebrow.

There weren't just two people in the dreams, but also a third?

The student, Lily Cheeky, didn't seem to be involved with the notebook, but Klein had doubts just like the case of Welch and Naya.

Dunn and Leonard ended up saying a few more things, but the main guess was that Klein was a half-Beyonder who absorbed the notebook's power somehow, becoming a full Beyonder.

Klein looked at the windows thoughtfully.

At that moment, the carriage stopped in a wide, white square, where at the end was a huge, dark cathedral illuminated by the majestic crimson moonlight. It had dark-toned gates that exuded the calm of dusk, there were stained glass windows with mysterious and serene symbols, and a pointed roof in a gothic style.

That was the Cathedral of Saint Selena.

Dunn Smith seemed to be recovering from the things he saw... Speaking of which, even though I'm fine, I feel like I forgot something... What could it be? Uh... That doesn't matter right now. I should focus on what's ahead. — Klein mentally reminded himself that he shouldn't keep rambling about this kind of thing when his biggest secret could be discovered at any moment.

 They got off the carriage, and at that moment Klein narrowed his eyes slightly and asked in a curious tone:

— How could someone enter my dreams when they weren't around?

If even Dunn Smith hadn't noticed anyone around his house before entering, how could this person have intruded into his dreams discreetly without being discovered?

Furthermore, what could be the reasons for doing such a thing and exposing oneself to a latent danger? To risk one's own life by entering Klein's chaotic dreams that could cause madness, there must have been a very important reason.

Leonard and Dunn Smith walked past the back of the cathedral and Klein just followed them without question. At that moment Leonard answered:

— There are only a few reasons for someone to invade your mind in search of something, but if it is another Beyonder like us, it is most likely that they are contaminated by the influence on you... However, there is a chance that this Beyonder is something more... Only you could answer that question, but since you have lost your memory, there are no longer many clues about this mysterious person. It is possible that he was the one involved in Welch and Naya's suicides, as well as knowing the location of the Antigonus family notebook, or it was someone else with unknown objectives.

After a few seconds, he opened a dark door in the floor hidden under some mysterious symbol at the back of the cathedral.

 As soon as he entered with the two Nighthawks, Klein realized that the entire corridor seemed to be filled with darkness, except for some yellowish illumination from the candles hanging from the ceiling that showed no sign of melting.

 The candles were perfectly placed and stacked on the ceiling upside down, defying all normal logic he had ever believed in his entire life. 

All the candles are stuck to the ceiling? Why does it look like a macabre scene from Harry Potter? — Klein couldn't help but think about it. He frowned before simply ignoring the weirdness that was happening before his eyes.

 Leonard smiled as he saw his curiosity appear.

 — Curious about this? They say that during the time of Saint Selena, an unknown Beyonder sealed these candles in the ceiling for some reason or on a whim... They said he called himself just a crazy fortune teller. His name was... I don't know... He was called... Miracles? Miracle? Something like that. He was also the one who sealed some things in Tingen like twenty-two tarot cards. — he explained with a mysterious smile on his face. He looked like a true wandering poet.

After a moment of reflection, Leonard continued with interest:

— The description about him is very strange. It only refers to his eyes as total opposites that read fate. Nothing else said anything about his appearance or chaotic personality... There are more stories about him scattered around, some of them are with the Order Hunters and the church. He must have some friendship with the church... Oh, he once said that the church should be very careful about degradation...

Crazy fortune teller and warnings... Doesn't that sound too charlatan? Eyes as opposites... And his eyes were somehow different from each other? That doesn't make any sense... — Klein shook his head, realizing that he was getting distracted again.

A recognition appeared in Dunn Smith's cloudy, gray eyes, and he sighed suddenly.

— The man who will examine you is called Crestet Cesimir, a deacon along with a medium. Don't be too nervous, they are good people.

They crossed some spacious corridors before a woman with light blonde hair tied in a neat ponytail. Her light blue eyes were full of calm.

She was wearing a beige uniform that was a simple vest with a white blouse and a black tie.

Leonard waved his hand at her.

— This is Sekka Tron, a Midnight Poet and Nighthawk of Tingen for some time now.

After that, he pointed at Klein.

— Sekka, this is Klein Moretti who accidentally absorbed the power of the Antigonus family notebook and became a full Beyonder after years.

Sekka Tron nodded before silently assessing Klein with a serene expression on her entire face.

— Nice to meet you, you were very lucky.

 Luck... — Klein pondered internally for a moment.

Was it luck or bad luck? Maybe it was neither, after all, that so-called luck never gave him any choice but to move forward and his bad luck always pushed him to the edge of the abyss.

They were completely the same and at the same time different.

— Thank you. — He thanked politely.

At that moment, Klein felt a shock make all the hairs on his body stand on end.

What was that? — when this thought appeared in his mind he almost grimaced, but fortunately he controlled himself in time so he didn't present any abnormality to the eyes of others.

At that moment, one of the huge doors of the underground opened next to them without any warning, bringing a light wind to those who were outside.

Sekka Tron left the place after bowing in front of the doors.

— You may enter. — a voice as serene as the feeling of being in the world of dreams sounded around.

 Dunn Smith and Leonard Mitchell also bowed to the tall man with yellowish brown hair who was sitting on a couch next to a large briefcase. His eyes were dark green like a forest covered in fauna without a moon in the sky. With his dark robes he looked like a normal cleric.

 Sitting in a dark armchair was a woman with black hair in a bun. She was wearing a black hood with some silver accessories and a bracelet. 

Her eyes had a dark blue shadow that matched her deep, dark blue eyes. She looked like some kind of medium.

— Good evening, Your Grace. — Leonard and Dunn Smith greeted in unison.

Crestet Cesimir looked at them kindly before looking at Dunn with some apparent doubt in his eyes.

Daly Simone was so silent that the air around her began to feel very creepy and after a few seconds she let out a sigh:

— Your nose is bleeding...

When he touched his own nose, Dunn realized that there was a certain amount of red liquid running down his face.

He quickly wiped the blood with the sleeve of his suit and turned to Crestet Cesimir who seemed to be showing no signs of anything.

— I ended up being injured by the influence of the Antigonus family notebook when I entered Klein Moretti's dreams. Luckily, I was expelled by an unknown person before I ended up going crazy.

Dunn Smith explained what had happened in great detail and also did not forget to mention that Klein had become an extraordinary person just like his visions.

 Crestet Cesimir nodded slightly and focused on Klein.

— A Seer is rare to find. — he said simply. What no one noticed was his eyes narrowing slightly.

Daly Simone had a glint in her eyes as she said:

— I see, this young man is like a bomb of madness and knowledge with latent risks. It's great to finally have a Seer in the Tingen Nighthawks. Mr. Neil won't have to worry about doing all his work alone.

She's already including me without me even agreeing to join the Nighthawks… — Klein could only complain inwardly.

Dunn and Leonard left the room after a moment, leaving only three people in the spacious room.

Deacon Crestet Cesimir opened his briefcase, revealing a sort of sword made entirely of bones that exuded a light and serene air, it was as if they had suddenly entered the dazzling world of dreams.

 All the light in the room was instantly sucked out by a mysterious force, the only lighting that remained intact were the candles attached to the ceiling.

What is this? — Klein stared at the sword as his neither-light nor-dark yellow eyes turned completely dark.

For some reason, he felt a chill run down his spine when he looked at the bone sword.

— Touch the Sacred Artifact and swear that you really don't have any of your memories of the incident with the Antigonus family notebook that resulted in the deaths of Welch and Naya.

Swear… Okay… It's not like I really remember anything. — He approached without being able to look away for even a second and placed his right hand on the sharp sword.

He saw an unprecedented darkness spread throughout the entire room along with a silent crimson moonlight. His mind went numb as if all his chaotic thoughts had stopped for just an instant before he could see the stars shining above the sky.

Amidst the perpetual night, Klein noticed a sort of black curtain that was more like a black cloak with mysterious symbols clinging to his body!

 The vision disappeared entirely as if it had been cut off, returning to the sharp bone sword.

—Oh, Goddess, the Great Empress of Misfortune. I, Klein, swear by the majestic twilight that I do not remember the events that resulted in the deaths of Lily, Welch, and Naya. —Klein recited the words that had appeared in his mind.

Crestet Cesimir put the case away and closed it without saying a word, the lights shining normally again.

— Very well, everything is correct. Do you want to join the Church of Midnight as a Nighthawk? Well, since you are a Sequence 9 Seer we can skip the step of joining the civilian team and other procedures. — he offered with a gentle smile. — Of course, the choice of signing a confidentiality agreement is no longer viable, the Order Hunters would never accept such a trial in court and you know more than you should about the Beyonder world with your visions. 

The corners of Klein's mouth curved up a little.

Of course... What choice do I have? If I were to think of refusing, tomorrow and every day of my life may mysteriously find me inside the Cathedral with a Nighthawks membership contract signed by me. — Klein scoffed in his mind and then politely agreed:

— Alright, I accept.

Crestet Cesimir nodded with a slight smile on his face.

— Great. Welcome to the Nighthawks, Klein Moretti. — The deacon didn't even wait for the paperwork to be signed before officially declaring him as part of the Midnight Church.

Daly Simone stood up with his lips curved in an amused smile and said:

— Your Grace, I have to introduce this young man to the other Nighthawks so I'll go ahead.

She dragged Klein up a nearby staircase until she reached a place that looked more like an office with a few people who were silently writing.

A girl with short light brown hair who was behind the counter reviewing a document noticed the commotion and looked confused at the poor young man being carried away by Daly without even being able to protest.

— Isn't that the boy Leonard mentioned earlier? — Rozanne muttered with a raised eyebrow. Curiosity was flooding her face.

Daly crossed the office before opening one of the many doors and entering a large room.

There were five people playing cards at a round table silently and everyone turned to look at who had arrived so suddenly.

After a moment, Daly laughed and pointed at Klein with his right hand.

— I present to you the newest member of the Nighthawks who managed to resist madness for several years, absorbed part of the power of a Sealed Artifact accidentally, and survived death. The young Seer Klein Moretti.