Chapter 55: Revelation

Chapter Fifty-Five
Revelation

Anna, with her beautiful eyes, hesitated for a dozen seconds before saying, “You may choose whichever method you believe to be most effective. You are the diviner, and I am not. Of course, aside from playing cards, including tarot cards. I have tried studying them at home and always feel they are more like toys, like a game.”

Klein pondered briefly. Elbows resting against the edge of the table, hands clasped before his mouth and nose, he looked at her with calm eyes and spoke in a deep, steady tone.

“Then we shall use astrolabe divination.”

He pointed to the dip pen and stack of white paper on the table.

“Write down your fiancé’s name, his physical characteristics, his home address, and his date of birth. If you can remember the exact time, even better.”

Judging from her clothing, bearing, and temperament, he believed she was not illiterate.

Anna gave no verbal answer. She reached out, took a sheet of white paper, picked up the dip pen, dipped it in ink, and began writing swiftly, pausing now and then to think.

Two minutes passed before she pushed the paper across the table.

Klein reached out and held it down, turning it around so he could read the information written there.

“Joyce Meyer, September 15, 1323, two in the afternoon. Number 8 Stephens Street, East Borough, Tingen City. Short golden hair. Nose like an eagle’s beak…”

With one glance, Klein mentally calculated the man’s birthday spiritual number.

“1 plus 5 equals 6.”

In the numerology of mysticism, the single digit obtained by adding the day of birth was called the birthday spiritual number, which influenced a person’s life before the age of twenty-seven. The birth-month spiritual number, obtained by adding the digits of the birth month to a single digit, influenced ages twenty-seven to fifty-four. The birth-year spiritual number influenced the period after fifty-four.

It was now July of 1349. Joyce had not yet turned twenty-seven, so Klein calculated the birthday spiritual number directly.

The number 6 represented balance and harmony in life, as well as a marriage or engagement in which love had been given and which was relatively good.

Next, he calculated the personal-year spiritual number.

A personal-year spiritual number used the current year in place of the birth year, then added it with the birthday and birth-month spiritual numbers, obtaining a rough reading of the year’s fortune.

“1 + 3 + 4 + 9 = 17, 1 + 7 = 8. 8 plus the birth-month spiritual number 9, plus the birthday spiritual number 6, equals 23. 2 + 3 = 5. The personal-year spiritual number is 5, indicating changes and accidents, and the need for a certain degree of risk-taking…”

Combining this with the actual circumstances, Klein silently made his judgment, confirming that the information Anna had provided was fairly accurate.

He withdrew his gaze from the paper and looked toward Anna.

“Mr. Meyer set off on June 3?”

“If he did not lie, then yes,” Anna said, lightly biting her lip.

“All right.”

Klein took the pen and casually wrote this down.

He looked at Anna with deep-brown eyes and said gently, “I am going to begin drawing the corresponding astrolabe. This will take some time and absolute quiet. Could you wait outside for a while? Angelica will bring you a cup of coffee or black tea.”

“All right.”

Anna knew that certain diviners had peculiar habits and was not surprised. She rose, picked up the gauze hat inlaid with pink-blue ribbons, and left the citrine room.

Klein locked the door behind her, returned to the table, and based on the date, month, year, and time, drew the event astrolabe, including the constellations, planets, houses—the divisions of the sky’s positions—and other elements.

Throughout the process, he hardly referred to the Manual of Astrology at all. He completed everything entirely from memory.

During this period of mysticism lessons, Klein had discovered that anything related to divination, once he learned it, could be easily mastered and swiftly turned into instinct.

Perhaps this is what being a Seer means…

Once he finished drawing the astrolabe, a feeling of satisfaction rose naturally in him. He felt his body, mind, and spirit all relax considerably.

Looking at the result, he used the constellations, the houses into which the planets fell, and the other auxiliary symbols to make a rough judgment: Joyce Meyer would encounter disaster, but in the end, he would be able to escape from it.

At this point, the divination was in fact complete. But Klein placed great importance on his first “business.” He wanted to accumulate a reputation, making future acting easier. So he picked up the pen again and wrote a heavy line in Hermes on the sheet Anna had filled in:

“Joyce Meyer’s current situation.”

He silently recited that sentence while memorizing the date of birth and other information on the paper, again and again.

After seven times, Klein held the paper in his hand and leaned back against the chair.

A sphere of light took shape within his mind. His eyes turned deep black, and his entire person rapidly entered a meditative state.

The surroundings suddenly became ethereal. Above him, invisible things and illusory gray fog seemed to extend outward, boundless and endless.

Klein recalled everything written on the paper once more. Then, in that state, he let himself sink heavily into sleep.

He was going to use dream divination.

Repeat the question. Remember it firmly. Then, within the dream, allow his Astral Body to roam through the spirit world and obtain revelation.

For ordinary people, similar experiences might occasionally occur as well, but the “symbols” within dreams were complex, blurry, and difficult to remember. For a Seer, that problem did not exist. He could directly see certain images.

Everything began to blur. Klein was half awake, half muddled.

In a distorted, illusory world, he saw a golden-haired young man with a hooked nose. The man was swimming madly through a sea of blood, full of terror. Several times, he nearly sank and was swallowed, yet in the end, he was fortunate enough to reach the shore.

The scene shattered and changed. Klein saw a grayish-blue house with a toy windmill at the door. That same golden-haired, hooked-nosed young man slowly entered, his expression filled with joy.

Just then, the picture changed again. Klein found himself inside a towering palace.

The walls here had collapsed. Everything was dilapidated. In some places, moss and weeds had even grown. Through the surrounding holes, he could see mountain peaks outside and white clouds almost touching the palace.

At the highest position within the hall stood a huge stone chair, inlaid with dim gems and gold. It did not seem to have been prepared for human beings.

The enormous chair was empty, mottled, as though washed by endless years.

Klein looked around in puzzlement, unable to understand why he would dream of such a scene.

His muddled state began to recede. Instinctively, he walked toward the outside of the palace, wanting to confirm what this place was.

Suddenly, he felt a gaze upon him.

A gaze from behind.

Klein abruptly turned and looked toward the huge stone chair. There, he seemed to see countless transparent maggots twisted together into a ball, writhing slowly, growing wildly.

Hiss!

His eyes flew open, and he woke from the dream.

A crystal ball, tarot cards, and the paper on which he had drawn the astrolabe entered his sight. Reality swiftly overcame the illusion.

“The earlier dream was the divination result. What was the later part? It seemed directed at me?”

Klein set down the paper, rubbed his temples, and frowned in thought.

He could confirm that this was not a hidden fear expressing itself through a dream, because he had been performing divination.

“A nonhuman palace on a mountain peak… a silent gaze directed at me… a twisted, bizarre image of writhing worms…”

Klein recalled what he had just seen and silently speculated.

“Was it the being contacted by the luck-changing ritual, or was it caused by the Antigonus family notebook? Right—the notebook mentioned the Nation of Evernight in the Hornacis mountain range. The palace in the dream was on a mountain peak!”

After interpreting it roughly, he felt fortunate that he had chosen Seer. According to Old Neil, Mystery Pryers could also perform dream divination, but certainly not as effectively as he could.

Whew. It refuses to go away… I can only hope Ray Bieber is caught soon…

Klein restrained his emotions, picked up the sheet on which he had drawn the astrolabe, and walked slowly to the door.

He opened the door and came to the reception hall, where he saw Anna staring out the window, completely ignoring the black tea before her.

“Ah, Mr. Moretti. Have you obtained the result?” Catching sight of Klein out of the corner of her eye, Anna hurriedly stood.

Klein did not answer directly. Instead, based on the revelatory scene from the dream, he asked, “At your home, or Mr. Meyer’s home, is there a toy windmill at the door?”

Anna’s eyes abruptly widened. For a long while, she was stunned speechless.

Only after some time did she murmur, “That was a gift he gave me. It is at the door of my home. How—how did you know…”

This… this… this can also be divined?

Klein revealed a smile and spoke gently.

“Congratulations, Miss Anna. Mr. Joyce Meyer is currently visiting your home. If you return at once, you should still be able to see him. He has experienced a disaster, a painful journey beyond imagination. What he needs is not questioning, but comfort—a warm embrace.”

“Truly? Truly?”

Anna asked back in disbelief.

The diviners she knew would never speak such certain words or give such a definite conclusion.

“You will know once you return home immediately,” Klein answered with a soft smile.

“Oh, Lord of Steam, is this true? Has my poor Joyce returned? Are you truly certain? No, I cannot believe it…”

Anna froze for a moment, then spoke in near incoherence.

She took a one-soli note from her handbag and, without waiting for Klein to give change, left the Divination Club in hurried little steps, almost running. In a rush, she hired a carriage back home.

“Does this include a tip?”

Holding the note, Klein shook his head and laughed softly.

…

The two-wheeled carriage traveled briskly through the streets and entered the East Borough.

Anna looked outside, anxious, expectant, and frightened all at once. The scenery along the street flashed backward. Before long, the toy windmill leapt into her sight.

After stepping off the carriage, she paid no attention to her own bearing. Almost stumbling, she rushed to the door and pulled the bell.

With a creak, the door opened. Anna saw a golden-haired young man dressed in a black formal suit. His face was haggard, his eyes joyful, and his nose hooked like an eagle’s beak.

“I thought I might miss you today,” Joyce said with a smile.

“…Steam above, you really came back!”

Anna rubbed her eyes and cried out in astonished delight.

What that diviner said was true.

No. He was a true Seer.

Simply miraculous.

Thoughts surged and boiled within her. Tears gathered in Anna’s eyes as she threw herself forward and gave her fiancé a warm embrace.

Outside the grayish-blue house, the two stood quietly in one another’s arms. The toy windmill turned slowly, and all hardship seemed to have gone far away.