In this current time, Mr. March should only be a rank 8 dustborn. But his 'status' is not ordinary, meaning, he had experience many things normal rank 8 haven't seen.
When Yin San first 'kidnapped' Mr. March in his previous life, the latter was a rank 7 dustborn, but because he is ahead of schedule, he is only a rank 8 dustborn.
Meanwhile, Mr. March thought was running in circles.
"Do these notes contain a certain secret? What secret could it contained that it attract the interest of Mr. December…" He didn't dare thought of 'using' Mr. December to grasp the secret to these notes.
"Perhaps I can use this chance to exchange for its corresponding meaning…"
Due to his status, he had obtain some of these strange looking notes. With his connection, he attempted to understand its meaning, but no one seemed to understand what it is .
Some say it is a forgotten knowledge, others regard it as a madman's scribble. Some even say it is a secret ritual.
"How may we present them to you, Mr. December?" March asked.
"We can use a simple method." Yin San replied, followed by a light tap sound from his armrest.
Then, a mass of white sand appears in front of September. It swirls and twirls, quickly taking the shape of a parchment before falling down.
Seeing this bizarre sight, she was taken aback. But quickly, she recovered her demeanor as she instinctively reached forward, catching the falling piece of paper.
Yin San nodded, then explained," Try to recall a certain detail in your memory. Pretend as though you are guided."
September didn't question his instruction and did as she was told.
"Yesterday, I heard some disturbing rumors in Belham… The lunatics of the Ode Listener have seemed to catch the attention of the Church of the Night Mother. "
Immediately, her eyes opened wide in shock as a sentence slowly appeared on the white paper.
There was no ink, yet these clearly looked like it was inked in black. Not to mention, the handwriting resembles her own handwriting greatly!
However, what shocked her even more was not the ink or handwriting, but the content of the writing.
It reflected exactly what she was thinking.
Her hands trembled subtly, her face grew dark, followed by a weak inhale.
Meanwhile, Yin San stared at the written content in deep thought.
March, who was opposite of her, noticed her abnormal reaction. But because of the way their seat is arranged, he couldn't read what was on the paper.
Why does she seem so… afraid?
He was curious as to what Mr. December did to elicit such a reaction. Of course, he didn't place his curiosity on the table and simply remained silent as he adjusted his seat.
At the same time.
Yin San could read her reaction as well as concern.
He assured her.
"Ms. September, don't worry. I cannot read your thoughts."
Hearing this, Mr. March heart skipped a beat.
I asked Mr. December how to present the content… How did it turn into reading her thoughts?
With a light breath, he placates himself before observing Ms. September's response.
She was startled to hear him speak quite frankly, seemingly seeing through her worries.
A-Actually… It's not strange that Mr. December could see through me… Or rather, this shows that his status is extremely extraordinary!
She exhaled, perhaps out of relief, or helplessness. Then, the paper in her hand lost its weight, disappearing into the air as it merged into the white fog.
What a miraculous method — I mean, for him to considered it simple…
This method was used in his previous life. It works through the connection of this mysterious space.
More precisely, it worked because of this space connection with 'dreams'. He suspect that they exist within this space in the form of dream walking.
In that sense, it make sense that this space, which exist in the dreams itself to influence certain matters related to 'dreams'.
Anyways, this method resembles a waking person attempting to recall their dreams. But in reverse. In this space, they are attempting to recall the details of the waking world.
Normally, this would be difficult. But with his subtle connection to this space, he can give them a push with the castle as the medium, allowing them to recall these details much easier.
"Thank you, Mr. December." March said. He was a keen individuals. After hearing the December instruction, as well as gauging Ms. September's reaction, he could more or less guess what had occured in that brief interaction.
At this moment, September looked around the table after Mr. March finished his inquiry. She had already recovered from the impact of having her thought 'read' and wondered.
"Mr. December, may we meet each other again?"
"Of course, at this exact time and day each week, I will convene this meeting. Prepare yourself accordingly." He stated, then shut his eyes, seemingly distracted by something.
"As you willed." They both bowed.
Then, she spoke again.
"Seeing as we are like those secret organizations, how about we give ourselves a name?" She said while looking at Yin San's direction for his approval.
He was seemingly unmoved, isolated from the matter. There was an air of mystery surrounding him.
Only after a brief moment did he replied.
"You may."
Hearing this, her face beamed into a smile, then she looked around the table, notings its characteristic, as well as atmosphere.
Meanwhile, Mr. March remained silent, showing no interest in speaking his mind.
"Let's call this the Roundtable Hold! The official members can be considered a member of the counsel…" She said, her finger subconsciously drew a circle on the table.
"This exclude Mr. December of course!"
Yin San nodded lightly, then tap on his armrest. He looked at the two of them, then announced in a low voice.
"Lets conclude our first meeting, I will see you all again."
"As you willed." They stood up from their seat, offering him a bow of respect.
Then, their vision dimmed as they lose clarity.
Yin San watched as they disappeared, their figure was like sand being carried by the wind.
After he was alone, he let out a sigh of relief.
"If they had stayed any longer, I would have shown them an embarrassing sight…" Clearly, maintaining the connection with the castle, as well as those two drained him greatly.
Especially considering that he was still just an ordinary person.
He knew that as long as he become a dustborn and advance through the ranks, this issue would resolve itself, and the duration of which he can maintain the connection would extend.
Yin San didn't stay in the castle for long. With a thought, he severed the connection to the castle, allowing him to return to the waking world.
The familiar sound of rain greeted him, followed by that stench of wet mud.
"Everything is just like a dream…"
He quickly laid down on the bed and analyzed his current situation.
First and foremost, he needed to become a dustborn as soon as possible. The castle may have its special uses, but he has no way of using them. This is due to his low status.
Secondly, he had set his sight on the outside world, using March and September as a passive way of gaining information. This way, he can keep tracks of the prominent events, as well as matters relating to the world of mysticism outside the Crimson Shore.
At the same time, this allows him to further plan his future action in relation with the information he may receive.
His only goal at the moment is to become a dustborn.
…
"Miss Autumn, there is news of your brother's return!"
Autumn woke up from her wooden desk. The mirror leaning against the wall reflected her clear blue eyes as she feel drowsy and weary.
W-What… was that?
For a second, she forgot about Alice's voice outside her door and stared at the amulet laying in front of her. There was a kindling of fire dancing in her pupil. The white crystal locked in the amulet reflect her blue eyes.
She was an enthusiast of mysticism. With her connection, she was able to acquire this mystical item which is said to improve one's luck.
She tried to used it by reciting an incantation in ancient londric, only to find herself in that mysterious hall.
Then, the amulet cracked under her scrutiny. This startled her, but she didn't want to attract anyone's attention and contained her meek shriek.
After poking at the shattered amulet and realizing that it's normal, she calm down.
Is meeting Mr. December considered a lucky encounter? She murmured, then turn toward the door as her face wear a cheery smile.
"Did brother Marshal sent a telegram yet, Alice?" She asked, a bit expectant.
Her voice and facial expression voided of any nervousness, or excitement from meeting the mysterious figure above the white castle.
At the same time, she glance at the clock hanging on top of her doorway, noting the time down in her heart.
6 Pm. Dusk.
Upon remembering her long yearning goal, she pouted, followed by an increased anticipation for next week.
I must hire a historian and search for more secrets, that way I can trade with Mr. December next time!