LOM: Lord of Mysticism

Klein proceeded a few steps forward and saw the client. He was dressed in a formal black suit and a halved top hat and had short blond hair.

"Good afternoon, Mister Meyer." Klein said.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Moretti." Joyce bowed in greeting. "Thank you for the advice you gave Anna. She cannot stop praising how miraculous you are."

Klein chortled and said, "I did not change a thing. You should be thanking yourself for overcoming such an ordeal."

"In all honesty, I still find my coming back alive a dream." Joyce shook his head wistfully. "You knew who I was the moment you saw me. Was that because of my unique nose, or because you divined that I would visit you?"

"I had your detailed information. That is enough for a seer," Klein answered vaguely.

Joyce was indeed stunned. "Mr. Moretti, I wish to request a divination from you."

"Alright, let us head to Topaz." Klein gestured.

At that moment, he felt as though he should have worn a black robe and kept his words to a minimum to accentuate the mystique of a Seer.

Entering the divination room, Joyce sat down and set his cane down beside him. "Mr. Moretti, I wish for you to interpret my dream."

"Dream interpretation?" Klein asked.

He saw that the colors representing Joyce's health were dull, but none of them signified an impending illness. The colors symbolizing his emotions were predominantly blue, and its darkness showed that he was obviously high strung.

Joyce nodded seriously. "I have had the same horrific dream every night ever since Alfalfa arrived at Enmat Harbor. I know that this could be associated with the trauma of the ordeal, but I suspect that this is no ordinary dream. A normal dream would definitely have some details that are different even if they recur every night, but this dream is, at the very least, constant in the parts that I can recall."

"To a Seer, these kinds of dreams are seen as revelations given by the divine," Klein said. "Can you describe the dream to me?"

Joyce thought deep for a moment before saying, "I dreamed that I was falling from the Alfalfa into the ocean. The ocean was dark red, as if it were filled with rotting blood.

As I fell, I was grabbed by a person on the boat. I could not identify him, but I know that he was very strong.

I was also holding onto a person in an attempt to save him from falling into the sea. I know that person. He was a passenger of the Alfalfa, Younis Kim.

I could not bear the weight and could only release my hands and watch him get devoured by the sea of blood.

At that moment, the person above me also released his hand. I flailed my arms, hoping to grab onto something, but there was nothing, and I could only plummet.

Then I wake up in horror."

"Mr. Meyer, the same nightmare recurring time and time again is a reminder from your spirituality. It is also a revelation given to you by the divine. Do not have any doubt; an ordinary person's spirituality is also capable of giving reminders.

Klein continued. "I do not know what exactly happened on the Alfalfa, but I can see that it was a tragedy of blood and steel. It has left a deep trauma in you.

You must have been fearful on the ship. It is easy for a person to be overwhelmed by such intense emotions, thus missing signs.

In your subconscious, in your spirituality, the details that you have missed are present all the same. If the detail is important enough, then your spirituality will remind you in the form of a dream.

Did Mister Younis Kim, who you let fall into the sea of blood, request something on the boat but was ultimately unable to escape his fate?"

Joyce answered, "Yes, but I do not pity him. Perhaps a few days or a week from now, you will see in the newspapers how cruel and evil he was. He raped and murdered at least three ladies and tossed a baby into the raging sea. He also led a bunch of savages who had lost their rationality and brutally massacred the passengers and crew of the boat.

He was scheming, strong, and evil. I did not dare, nor could I stop him. I would only have forfeited my life."

"Since you believe that killing him was an act of justice, then why are you feeling regret, so much so that you have recurring dreams about you releasing your hand?" Klein asked.

"I don't know either..." Joyce shook his head in confusion.

Klein attempted to analyze the situation. "Incorporating what I just described, it seems you have missed certain details. For instance, anything that Younis Kim mentioned—the contents of his plea, the way he presented himself. I cannot recall the incident for you."

"There's nothing... All he could say back then was 'spare me, I surrender'." Joyce muttered.

"Perhaps you felt that Younis Kim was more useful alive, that he could prove something or explain something?" Klein said.

Joyce thought and said, "Perhaps... I still find the conflict that arose on the Alfalfa too sudden and intense. It was as if the passive evil in everyone's heart just erupted uncontrollably... It was too abnormal... Perhaps I wished to interrogate Younis Kim about why he acted as though he was possessed by the devil in the first place."

Klein suddenly had a stroke of inspiration after hearing Joyce's dreamy description and spoke mysteriously. "No, that's not the only reason."

"What?" Joyce said shocked.

Klein crossed his hands and spoke slowly. "Not only did you find the matter abnormal, but you also saw some things that you disregarded. And putting together these things that you disregarded results in a terrifying conclusion.

Your spirituality is telling you that there is someone who should be under the highest suspicion. And that person is the one who had grabbed you but ultimately released his hand in the dream. You do not suspect him subconsciously, and thus you are unable to identify him. He is your partner. He once had control over your fate, or maybe even saved you before!"

"I... I see it... Mr. Tris..." Joyce murmured and then stood up noisily to utter the name.

He was a friendly and bashful boy, and the hero that saved the survivors...

Joyce's expression changed several times, finally returning to normal.

He revealed a rueful smile. "I understand now. Thank you for interpreting my dream. Perhaps it is time for me to make a trip to the police station.

I do not think that money can fully represent your worth, and I can only give you the price you asked for. This is for you." Joyce pushed a note toward Klein.

Klein kept up his mysterious vibe as a charlatan as he received the note.

Joyce wore his hat and left.

Whatever happened on the Alfalfa seems extraordinary... If only the Captain was here. Maybe he would be able to understand Joyce Mayer's dreams…