Fulen skimmed through Rosell's rather dazzling philosophical works, realizing that the development of philosophy in this world was not so different from the history of philosophy in his own world. It seemed that the philosophers' approaches to problem-solving were largely similar; indeed, intelligent people often thought alike.
After reading a few chapters of "A Concise History of Ancient and Modern Philosophy" at his own pace, Fulen checked the time and realized it was time to return home. If Bethel's cries affected him and caused him to lose control in the Trier National Library, which, though mysterious, was clearly guarded by Beyonders, he would surely die.
Fulen did not linger, simply walking out of the Trier National Library at a leisurely pace. At that moment, the evening sun cast its rays upon the library's white walls, reflecting a bright yet not dazzling light.
Fulen, whose body had been still for a long time in the library, stretched slightly in the sunlight. After a yawn, Fulen waved to hail a coachman who was looking for passengers.
Soon, Fulen successfully found a carriage, but he did not immediately return home. Instead, he told the coachman, "Please take me to the nearest post office that goes to Koson Street in Gold Hansdon District."
The coachman, who had never heard a destination so long, paused for a moment. However, being a seasoned coachman, he did not inquire about the specific purpose of the passenger, but simply said skillfully, "Alright, please have a seat. I know the city of Trier very well. From here, the closest post office to Gold Hansdon District should be the one in Heink District. The post offices in Hopetown District and Winston District are in the complete opposite direction from where you want to go."
The coachman then stopped talking, waiting for Fulen's reply. After Fulen agreed, the coachman cracked his whip and shouted a command, unique to him and the horse pulling the carriage, in a very optimistic voice. The carriage responded, slowly starting to move.
Fulen felt a profound difference in this coachman. Although Fulen had only ridden in a carriage once before, that coachman was far less optimistic and cheerful than this one. Finding it interesting, Fulen began to chat with the coachman.
According to the coachman, he had started working when he was old enough to hold a whip, and had been working for over twenty years. Finally, after many years of earning a living, the coachman had become a citizen with his own carriage, successfully moving from the slums to a commoner district where he could rent a cheap townhouse to live in.
Although the coachman was already in his thirties, his constant passion for life still moved Fulen in an unusual way.
Soon, Fulen arrived at the post office in Heink District. While not deserted, it wasn't overly crowded either. Fulen didn't wait long before he understood how to subscribe to newspapers.
Subsequently, Fulen quickly found the postal codes for the Trier Commercial Evening News and the Trier Daily. After paying for the subscriptions, Fulen put away the receipts and then left the post office.
While the lingering red glow of the sunset had not yet completely left the world, Fulen already saw the red full Moon on the other side of the sky slowly rising from the horizon. A hint of fear of the unknown threat flashed across Fulen's face but vanished instantly. He calmly checked the time; he had only spent half an hour on his errand.
After finding the coachman still waiting for him beside the post office, Fulen said thank you and then got into the carriage.
Although Fulen had delayed the coachman for half an hour, the coachman's face showed no particular emotion. However, when chatting with Fulen, he couldn't help but bring up some of his family's experiences with poverty and his serious attitude towards work. Fulen was amused and exasperated by the coachman's indirect hints, but he listened with interest and even implied that he would give him ample compensation. Only then did the coachman, slightly reassured, drop the topic.
As the rhythmic sound of the carriage once again echoed on Koson Street in Gold Hansdon District, Fulen finally returned to the place he could truly call home in this world.
Fulen handed the coachman the pre-prepared double fare. The coachman's face showed a mixture of bewildered joy and surprise, feeling as if he might have received something he didn't deserve, and he quickly declined several times.
Fulen smiled and said to him, "This is what you deserve. Although your mouth didn't stop while driving the carriage, such an occasional experience is quite interesting. Keep it up, I hope you can live a better life."
Seeing that he couldn't refuse, the coachman took the extra money and thanked Fulen a few times. With the joy of having struck it rich, he drove his carriage to look for his next customer.
Fulen then turned and returned to the empty grand villa. The scarlet moonlight had already cast an ominous hue upon the house. In this silence, Fulen's mood couldn't help but grow somewhat heavy. After all, the full Moon was approaching, and with the sound that would accompany the full Moon, came Fulen's inner turmoil.
However, Fulen was not overly afraid. He calmly went to the study, lit a candle, found and took out his father's astrology notebook, and then, without lingering in the study, continued upstairs.
The third floor of the villa was the highest floor, not counting the rooftop. On this floor, Fulen found a study with a large balcony. After lighting the candles in the study, Fulen began to read the fortune Martin had left him, before the full Moon arrived.
Before reading, Fulen looked at the timetable at the very end. After noting the times in advance, he compared them with his pocket watch and began to read immersively.
"...In the Cosmos of mysticism, it is generally believed that every star is a deity, and the Seven Gods are the seven strongest stars. Therefore, I will first study the seven stars representing the Seven Gods. Venus representing the Artisan, the Sun representing the Eternal Blazing Sun, the Moon representing the Evernight Goddess, Jupiter representing the Lord of Storms, Mars representing the God of Combat, Mercury representing the God of Knowledge and Wisdom, and Saturn representing the Earth Mother..."
After a brief immersion in reading, Fulen checked his pocket watch again. There were only ten minutes left until the full Moon. Fulen showed no particular reaction, calmly closing the notebook. Then, he took out the Meteorite Dagger and Angel's Door, the names Fulen gave to his two Mystical Items which he kept close to his body, and placed them on the table.
Subsequently, Fulen simply sat quietly on the spacious balcony. The cold floor cooled his turbulent emotions. His pocket watch was placed beside him. Fulen slightly closed his eyes and began to meditate continuously. The short ten minutes became incredibly long.