Valentine’s words left Vanna momentarily stunned, and then she didn't know how to respond.

Noticing the somewhat strange atmosphere, Valentine also felt a little awkward, then looked helplessly at Vanna, "Mainly... people emerging from Anomaly 004 have all sorts of reactions. Some are dizzy, some have short-term mental disorders, some even have cognitive shifts—all of which I can understand—but you're the first to come out belching."

Vanna noticed the increasingly strange atmosphere around her, and she too felt a little at a loss. "I don't even know how to resp—*belch*!"

She hurriedly swallowed, controlling the urge to belch, while puzzling over what exactly had happened after she entered Anomaly 004. Just then, the projections of the Saints gathered around suddenly stirred slightly, then scattered to the sides.

Pope Helene walked through the crowd and stood before Vanna.

The appearance of Her Holiness caused Vanna to stand up straight, raising her head and instinctively wanting to pay her respects—but she couldn't hold it back and belched again.

Helene frowned.

The dignified and elegant woman looked at Vanna with suspicion for a moment, then raised her head to look at the empty space where the Tomb of the Nameless King had just sunk. After a long while, she refocused her gaze on Vanna: "...Did you eat the tomb guardian?"

Vanna: "???"

After a few seconds of blankness, she helplessly said, "You might as well suspect I was gnawing on rocks in there..."

Helene's face showed no change, as if in her eyes, Vanna, a Judge who was quite explosive in the entire history of the Deep Sea Church, was really capable of swallowing a tomb guardian whole—but soon, she shook her head and calmly said, "Indeed, even for you, that would be a bit extreme. So... what exactly happened?"

"I don't remember. I..." Vanna shook her head, but the moment she opened her mouth, she felt as if some vague impression surfaced in her mind—as if a blocked memory was about to rise to the surface. But that impression vanished in the blink of an eye. She was puzzled for a moment, but in the end, she could only continue shaking her head. "Sorry, I really can't remember."

"Is that so... it seems that even entering Anomaly 004 three times in a row can't counteract the effects of this memory erasure," Helene said, her expression unchanged, her gaze falling on Vanna's hand. "Then let's confirm the parchment and see what news you brought out."

The Pope's reminder made Vanna suddenly remember her real business. She quickly shook off her chaotic thoughts and embarrassment and took out the parchment she was clutching tightly.

As before, most of the parchment had been torn off. The messages that should not be taken out of the tomb were once again left inside Anomaly 004. On the remaining small piece of parchment were written a few lines of hasty text.

Vanna's gaze fell on the words, and suddenly froze. "...Anomaly—Frost..."

"Anomaly—The Vanishing Ship..."

"Anomaly—The Vanishing Fleet..."

Three lines of hasty text, writing the names of three Anomalies—without numbers. Helene's eyes gradually grew solemn.

Bishop Valentine also saw the records on the parchment and was greatly astonished.

Once again, Vanna had brought out strange intelligence from the Tomb of the Nameless King—a peculiar anomaly code that was completely different from the normal "List of Anomalies and Aberrations"!

"Again..." Vanna herself was equally astonished. She stared fixedly at the words on the parchment, and after a long time, she raised her head, looking at the Pope in confusion. "Anomalies without numbers."

"The appearance of Anomaly—Frost does not surprise me. After Pland transformed into an anomaly, I had a hunch about this, but the Vanishing Ship..." Helene's tone was serious, her gaze deep as water. "The Vanishing Ship, which was originally on the list of anomalies, has now also lost its number."

"Not only that, now even the Vanishing Fleet has appeared," Valentine said from the side. "Also an anomaly without a number—and independent of the Vanishing Ship, occupying a position on its own!"

Helene did not speak, but raised her head, her gaze sweeping over the soul projections around her.

The Saints instantly reacted. Familiar with the "Principle of Secrecy" and the "Risk of Contamination," they needed no further orders. They bowed to the Pope, then left the assembly one by one.

In the vast, ancient plaza, only Vanna, Valentine, and Helene remained.

"What changes have occurred on the Vanishing Ship recently?" After the other Saints had left, Helene asked, "Why did the name of the Vanishing Fleet suddenly appear on the list? Is Captain Duncan reassembling his fleet?"

The Vanishing Fleet had existed, but that was a century ago, and that fleet was not a dangerous "anomaly"—

With the most advanced exploration ship of the time, the Vanishing Ship, as its flagship, and the Sea Mist and the Shining Star, two powerful warships, as escorts, supplemented by a dozen or so support ships of various types, the Vanishing Fleet of that year was the most powerful and greatest exploration fleet on the boundless sea. Before that terrible upheaval occurred, this great fleet had discovered countless islands, opened up more than a dozen important sea routes, and even defined part of the border of the civilized world.

In that era, Captain Duncan and the Vanishing Fleet were not feared, but were synonymous with glory and greatness, a symbol of civilization's courage to explore the frontier.

However, all this came to an abrupt end when the Vanishing Ship fell into the subspace.

After that, the Vanishing Fleet disintegrated. The flagship returned to the world as "Anomaly 005," and its fleet members disintegrated and dispersed in the century that followed. The only two remaining warships, the Sea Mist and the Shining Star, no longer operated under the name of the Vanishing Fleet.

Therefore, it could be said that throughout this entire history, the "Vanishing Fleet" had never been listed as an anomaly. Yet now, there was a new anomaly, called the "Vanishing Fleet."

"...There's a ship called the White Oak," Vanna sorted through her thoughts and began to tell Helene about the recent events in the Frigid Sea. She knew that the Pope definitely had intelligence channels and should already have a general understanding of the situation with Frost, but the details were obviously only known to her, who was at the center of the events. "That ship is now a member of the Vanishing Fleet..."

Helene's expression was serious as she listened carefully to Vanna's report on the "Mirror Frost Incident," as well as the White Oak's transformation and absorption into the Vanishing Fleet.

When Vanna's account came to an end, the female Pope broke the silence. "In other words, a new Vanishing Fleet is taking shape. The moment that new exploration ship was transformed into a fleet member, a new anomaly entered the list of the Tomb of the Nameless King."

"It seems that's the case," Vanna nodded slightly. "Born as an anomaly... and an anomaly without a number. This kind of thing..."

"This kind of thing is not without precedent in history, but the birth of every new anomaly is often accompanied by great disasters or environmental upheavals in an entire region or even an entire sea area," Helene shook her head. "What did the birth of the Vanishing Fleet bring?"

Vanna opened her mouth, but for a moment, her mind felt blank.

"It seems... nothing happened?" She hesitated for a long time before saying, as if to herself, "At least for now, no one has been hurt as a result, no place has become a forbidden zone. In fact... the White Oak's transformation was accompanied by the Frost situation returning to stability. The whole thing is more like it's developing in a good direction..."

Helene quietly looked into Vanna's eyes. "Not only that, this new anomaly also cannot be summarized into 'rules' or 'taboos'."

A look of contemplation appeared on Vanna's face.

"Normal anomalies have corresponding rules and taboos, just like normal aberrations have corresponding dangers and containment, sealing conditions," Bishop Valentine couldn't help but say from the side. "But according to your description, Vanna, the Vanishing Fleet has not shown this taboo tendency at all—although the White Oak has its own bizarre characteristics, these 'bizarreness' are limited to that ship itself, not the entire 'fleet'."

"It may also be because this anomaly has just been born, and we can't yet summarize its patterns," Helene said thoughtfully, "but the greater possibility is... it's like Pland today."

"Pland today?" Vanna subconsciously repeated the sentence, her gaze falling on Bishop Valentine. Pland now...

"Just like I described during the last contact, safe, peaceful, the night is no longer scary, the darkness no longer changes," Valentine said with a serious expression. "I haven't received any reports of supernatural encroachment in the city for a long time—I believe Frost will be the same next."

Helene nodded lightly. "A peaceful night and darkness, a suitable environment for survival—the strangest thing in this world is that a place is not strange at all. That's what Pland is like today."

Vanna didn't speak for a moment, falling into quiet thought.

Bishop Valentine then said after a moment of silence, "Perhaps these 'anomalies without numbers' will all be like this? Rejecting all supernatural encroachment except for themselves, the only strangeness they show is—there is no strangeness within the range."

"It's still too early to draw conclusions. At least we need to observe the newly emerged Anomaly—Frost for a period of time," Helene said in a deep voice. Then she frowned again and looked at Vanna. "So, as the controller of all this, does Captain Duncan have any... special actions? Does he have any plans? Is he going to continue expanding his fleet, or is he going to re-recruit the Sea Mist and the Shining Star? Has he revealed anything to you?"

Vanna thought for a moment, a bit of hesitation suddenly appearing on her face. "Well... he did give me a task."

"A task for you?" Helene's expression instantly became serious. "What task?"

"...He wants me to find a way to get a pass for the White Oak, to exploit... loopholes in the Church's audit process."

Helene: "???"