“Looks like nothing can surprise the First Mephisto.”

“Where did you hear the words from? Kaspar , which Existence told you that?” Suiming asks in the comms.

“A lovely blue sage flower told me on her paper…It is in the coach right after the Faust’s corpse.”

“Trust me senior , Silvia is still alive…and I can answer the question you asked that Faust.”

There is only one voice in the comms , yet it sounds like the voice of a thousand men. Even if Kaspar didn’t say anything , Suiming will still go to other coaches. He can’t let his own questions be unanswered.

Suiming takes a look at Seren and the man in bloodstained white clothes. For some reason-perhaps their height- Suiming associates them with Nameless and Fosfor. With the only difference of their dark hair.

That Siyuenese man still looks oddly familiar. But Suiming can’t tell exactly why odd or why familiar , as if that man is an incomplete black puzzle on a black wall.

“Forgot to ask, but what’s your name , pal?” Suiming asked the man in Siyuenese.

“The name’s…” he looks at Suiming , heart pounding fast as he can’t feel the sense of control anymore. Legs half-numb. He has thought about this happening. His plans are scrapped right in front of him. He takes a look at Suiming. Sees no concern in his eyes or stiffness in his stance. “Thankfully , nothing went wrong” he thought. With that in mind, he blows out a long breath.

“Suiyin. The Sui of shard and the Yin with the moon on the right.” he answers. When he snapped back , he realized that half of his back was wet from his sweat.

“Suiyin…great name , just asking , how do I use this coin thingy?”

“Same as other mythical items…it won’t function if one’s emotion is one controlling.”

“Thanks,see you at Tomkiel. Allons-y!” Suiming says as he walks to the coaches further away and tipping his hat.

“Suiyin kid , wanna make a bet?” Seren asks as she takes a step closer to Suiyin.

“I’ve had enough bets.”

“Just one…about Suiming.”

“What is it?”

“Let’s bet…why is he in Auderheim , how about that , I'll ... .bet that he was here to solve some trouble.” Seren says as she scratches her head. She tried to use her realm-arts to see what Suiming would do or say , but they were too vague. Serens knows her own plan and knows how Suiming’s face , when actually hearing her absurd ‘personal wishes’ , would amuse herself.

“...I bet that he was here for some kind of knowledge.” Suiyin answers while he checks his belongings in his pocket.

“If I lose , I’ll tell you how Letter-Writers were made.”

“...Then I’ll tell you why the Burnt Codex of Siyue is still in use.” hearing Seren’s words Suiyin suggests , he knows what Seren just offered him. In fact , he doubts that why the automated execution mechanism is in use isn’t even a negotiable price compared to the secret of Letter-Writer. But Seren doesn’t seem to mind she winked and said:

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“Haha deal , the war ender and war starter…looks like that war is still going huh.” Seren said with a smile.

…..

The outside turned dark as Suiming walked into the coach.

The coach is seated full. Clean and contrasted from the blood-colored post battlefield. With every row filled with passengers from the last coach. Looking at heavily wounded Suiming in his torn apart suit and whispering to themselves. Suiming doesn’t worry about Kaspar , nor his realm-arts. Kaspar can’t break the rules of Auderheim. He can’t cast realm-arts in public. Suiming pushes his excitement as he imagines what will happen. Yet worrying if the so-called Mephisto goes against his predictions. But in the end , Kaspar saved him time- time to find the Salvia in the thousands of peoples.

As if he was on a stage and following a script, Suiming stopped. It is a seat of four, three of them seated. The last one tempting Suiming to sit on it.

Each of them is opposite to the other. Two men and one woman in lavender-ish blue one-piece dress and a beret hat. Her hair messy , blue eyes uncentered like she hasn’t slept for days. The man that sits next to her smelled like rust and oils , yet his clothes were clean. The way he sits reminds Suiming the statues of old-time scholars.

When she looked at Suiming , she gasped and whispered to Kaspar:

“You infiltrated the brotherhood?!”

“Miss Silvia…I hope that you are comfortable with me calling you that,”

“I understand the importance of your research in the fields of realm-study…and it is a shame that you had to stay one extra year in Three Crown University…”

Suiming clearly knows the man speaking is the current Mephisto. The way he speaks seems to be a hybrid of politeness and threat. Like a blade hid inside a candy. Way different than the tone he spoke in the comms. Even if Suiming puts down the stone in his heart-knowing that Silvia is still alive- he still can’t put down his guard. The sunlight splashes on Kaspar’s face as the train leaves the tunnel ,but it didn’t make Kaspar seem any friendly or less threatening to Suiming.

“These papers,” Kaspar continued “I know that they are only reports.”

“But the result…it scares me…and will scare the rest of School of Faust.”

“And as for you,” Kaspar says as he turns to Suiming “I want your choice on this…read it for me , Sharded-Light.”

Suiming took the papers from Kaspar as he gave Kaspar an unfriendly look. It still has warmth from Kaspar’s hand. There are many statistics and anylist from experiments , observations. One of the papers even calculates prices for cognition filters used.

Suiming is even surprising on how many samples from mythical items and Existence related items are used. Even more surprised that almost none of the items have a common source and indirectly proved that Existences share a common ‘beginning’.

Suiming’s heart is beating fast as he feels his vision zoomed into the letters. The surroundings are all quiet for him.

He hasn’t read a paper this well in the last decade , heck , even centuries. After all, he doesn't remember many things either. But at least this paper will surely pass the review , the Fausts , Kaspar’s worry and protocol 137 is already signaling that.

But one thing is for sure , Silvia is still a student. And the answer to why she decided to chew on this hard-boned topic is perhaps , graduation. Suiming can’t remember who or when another youngling was in the same shoes of Silvia.

He can’t even think about where Salvia-or-Silvia got all of those mythical items from. Now he understands why it scares Kaspar. If Silvia’s paper passes the review , which in Suiming’s eyes , she definitely will and will publish her papers about it. Everyone would be terrified. Noone is ready for it. Noone is ready for a result that shows all of the so-called gods are nothing but a funny shaped piece of something no one in history was and will comprehend a smallest piece of it. It will shake the powers of cults and other organizations. Though , Suiming doesn’t worry about the messengers too much as they have made their action less and less dependent on the Starseeker.

“Everything added together equals ‘him’.”

“...Do you know what you have discovered?” Suiming asks as he adjusts his monocle with his trembling hand. He throws the questions he prepared for Kaspar away.

“That all Existences…have a common source?” she answers as if she was a child whose parents just found out the mess she has made.

“Without the question mark at the end…all Existences came from the same thing.” Suiming answers as he moves his finger as if he was stuttered.

“Like dough in different colors…we thought they were different dough…but they all came from a larger dough.” Suiming adds his interpretation.

“Everything added together…equals… ‘him’.”