[Anomaly 099 - Doll]

This is the only content on the parchment, and it is the only information Vanna brought back after returning from the Tomb of the Nameless King.

The moment she saw those scribbled letters, Vanna's expression was a little dull. She could sense that Bishop Valentine and several other figures beside her were also in shock. After a brief silence, the dark shadow of one of the saints suddenly spoke in a deep voice: "An existing 'anomaly' has been changed out of thin air... and it happened outside the sight of the civilized world."

"It fell into the hands of the Lost Homeland," another saint nodded immediately, "Maybe the ghost captain did something..."

"But what kind of change would produce such a result?" The saint who spoke earlier seemed worried. "The difference between the puppet coffin and the puppet is not just a few letters... and this change directly affected the Tomb of the Nameless King, and even caused the gravekeeper to suddenly summon the listeners into the tomb to convey this information..."

Several saints discussed in a serious and low voice, and their eyes finally focused on Vanna. Vanna had gradually recovered at this moment. She stood up with the help of Bishop Valentine and looked at the only piece of paper left in her hand: "...I don't remember what happened in the tomb at all. I only remember walking in the tomb passage."

"It's normal to forget what you experienced in the tomb. This is your mind protecting itself, so you need the parchment and quill provided by the gravekeeper to record useful information," Bishop Valentine said slowly, "but there are only a few words left on your parchment. This situation... is not right."

Fanna stared at her hands in a daze. After a long while, she muttered hesitantly, "Did I tear the parchment into pieces myself?"

"In theory, it can only be you," Bishop Valentine looked at her. "There is no one else in the tomb. The gravekeeper never interferes with the communication between the listener and the owner of the tomb. The owner of the tomb will not take any unnecessary actions other than conveying the message."

Vanna was confused, but before she could continue speaking, a deep and solemn female voice suddenly came from the edge of the square, interrupting the communication of the saints: "The time for the meeting to end is coming."

The saints immediately stood up and looked in the direction where the voice came from. Vanna also quickly sorted herself out and looked at the figure at the end of the square who made the sound - a woman who seemed to be dressed in gorgeous clothes was standing there quietly, watching the saints who had gathered together.

The female figure was not accompanied by any followers. She was just standing there, yet she already exuded enough majesty and aura. Her figure, like the other "souls", appeared as a black silhouette, but that black silhouette was clearer and more solid than anyone else's. It was even so solid that one could vaguely make out the outline of her face, allowing people to see that she was a graceful and elegant woman.

Vanna bowed slightly towards the figure in awe.

That is the leader of the Deep Sea Church, the representative of the Storm Goddess Gemona in the human world, His Holiness the Pope who sits in the Storm Cathedral. This extraordinary being blessed by God is so powerful that her soul has undergone a qualitative change, and even in this psychic gathering place, she can vaguely show the complete appearance of a "human".

You know, even the "saints" whose power far exceeds that of ordinary supernatural beings can only barely maintain their human outline in this gathering.

Vanna felt the Pope's gaze on her.

"You have done very well, Saint Vanna," the Pope nodded gently. Her voice was majestic yet gentle, soothing Vanna's slightly depressed mood. "It is always uncontrollable how much information the listener can bring out of the tomb, and many times, the information brought out by the listener is not limited to the parchment."

"What you mean is..." Vanna raised her head curiously and asked boldly.

"The less content left on the parchment, the more dangerous the message conveyed by the tomb owner. It was your spiritual warning that drove you to destroy the words you wrote in the tomb to prevent those dangerous truths from being revealed to the public... This piece of information is enough for Storm Cathedral to use as a reference to plan the next route and pray to our Lord for guidance."

Vanna listened carefully to the Pope's words, and her mood gradually calmed down.

She knew that this was not just a casual consolation - His Holiness the Pope would not do such a meaningless thing. Since His Holiness said so, it meant that this matter had been recognized by the Goddess to a certain extent.

She has brought out enough valuable intelligence from the Tomb of the Nameless King.

"Please disperse first," the graceful lady said softly. "This gathering ends here. The Cathedral of Storms will carefully evaluate the signal conveyed by Vision 004 this time. If necessary, I will issue an order or summon the saints again."

Vanna quickly collected her thoughts, bowed in the direction of the Pope, and then her figure gradually disappeared in the chaotic and vast space. The figures of other saints followed closely behind her. One by one, the dark shadows disappeared from the square, but in the blink of an eye, the place was silent again.

In the huge gathering place, only the ancient cracked stone bricks, the pillars supporting the chaotic sky, and the soul projection of Storm Pope Helena were left.

The Pope, who was favored by Gemona, did not leave. After the meeting was dismissed, she still stood quietly in the square, staring at the open space in the center of the square.

After an unknown amount of time, Helena suddenly turned her head and looked not far from her side - the air there was rippling like water waves, and in an instant, a tall and thin figure appeared in her sight.

The tall and thin figure seemed to be wearing a robe, and like Helena, his appearance was vaguely recognizable - he was an old man with a serious expression.

Immediately afterwards, another figure appeared next to the tall and thin old man. It was a short and fat old man whose face was vaguely recognizable and he had a kind smile.

"Banster," Helena nodded to the tall, thin, serious old man, and then looked at the short, fat old man with a kind smile, "Lun—what, are you guys free? Don't the Death Cult and the Academy of Truth need to patrol the border?"

"The border has been stable recently and is under reliable surveillance." The tall, thin old man called Banster said concisely.

"We will temporarily hand over the border patrol task to reliable people," the short and fat old man named Rune also nodded, "This time we mainly came to check on the situation on your side... It seems that the civilized world is not peaceful."

"The last time a similar situation occurred in the mausoleum was during the Deep Sea Church's guard duty," Banster said expressionlessly, "It seemed to be a hundred years ago?"

"You're asking even though you already know the answer," Helena said calmly. "The last time was of course a hundred years ago. That was when I entered the mausoleum as a listener. At that time, I was not yet the helmsman of the Cathedral of Storms. I remember it very clearly."

"Yes, it was you who went in last time. I remember it very clearly," the short and fat old man Rune stroked his beard and recalled with emotion, "You were also 'thrown' out of the mausoleum immediately after you went in. You were dizzy for a long time before you woke up. And just like the little girl today, the parchment you brought into the tomb was only a small piece of paper with only a few scribbled letters on it... Helena, do you remember what message you brought out of the tomb a century ago?"

The helmsman of the Storm Cathedral was silent for a moment before he said softly, "I remember it very clearly - 'Anomaly 005 - Lost Homeland'."

Rune nodded gently. "Yes, you were the first to bring back the news that the Lost Homeland had turned into a vision... and the few letters you brought back were confirmed just one month later. The phantom of the Lost Homeland whizzed past the edge of the Death Cult's cemetery. The unlucky Banster watched helplessly as the escort ship he had just built and had not had time to cut the ribbon was swallowed up on the spot, leaving only the rope for cutting the ribbon..."

The leader of the Death Cult, Pope Banster, looked at Rune expressionlessly.

Helena seemed not to have heard Rune's last few words. She just remained silent and thoughtful. After a long time, she slowly spoke: "Whether it is a 'doll' or a 'doll coffin', it is just an 'anomaly' ranked close to 100th, and is not comparable to the anomaly ranked fifth."

"There is no comparison, but you also know that the key to the problem is not the information left on the note - but the parts that were not left, those parts that can make the saints' spirits on the verge of collapse, so that they must destroy them and bury them in the tomb under the instinct." Rune's expression finally became serious. "Anomaly 099's name changed from Puppet Coffin to Puppet. This itself is nothing, but the information related to it that has been hidden is the most fatal..."

"The only guess now is that this is related to the ghost ship," Helena said, "but a few days ago I sought enlightenment from the Lord..."

At this point she suddenly stopped and shook her head, as if she didn't want to continue the topic.

"Why didn't Frame come?" She looked at the two figures in front of her. "Doesn't he always like to watch the fun?"

"Frem and his Firebringer Church are busy with something very important," the short and fat Rune said with a smile, "The leaders of the four major orthodox churches can't all come here to join in the fun..."

"Is it something important?" Helena frowned. "What is he doing?"

"Patrolling the border." Banster said concisely.

Helena: "..."