Valentine's words left Vanna momentarily stunned, unsure how to respond.

Noticing the strange atmosphere, Valentine felt a bit awkward himself. He then looked at Vanna helplessly, "It's just... people coming out of Anomaly 004 have all sorts of reactions. Some are dizzy, some have short-term mental disorders, and some even experience cognitive shifts. I can understand all of that – but you're the first one to come out burping."

Vanna noticed the increasingly peculiar atmosphere around her and felt a little lost. "I don't know what to say..." *burp!*

She quickly swallowed, trying to control the urge to burp, while puzzling over what exactly had happened after she entered Anomaly 004. Just then, the Saint projections gathered around them suddenly stirred slightly, then scattered to the sides.

Pope Helene walked through the crowd and approached Vanna.

The appearance of Her Holiness the Pope made Vanna stand up straight immediately, raising her head to instinctively pay her respects—but she couldn't quite hold it in and burped again.

Helene frowned.

The elegant lady looked at Vanna with confusion 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 stunned silence, she said helplessly, "You might as well suspect me of gnawing on rocks in there..."

Helene's face didn't change at all, as if she thought that Vanna, a Inquisitor who was quite explosive in the entire history of the Deep Sea Church, could really do something like swallowing the tomb guardian. But soon, she shook her head again and said calmly, "Well, even for you, that's 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 was emerging in her mind – as if a blocked memory was about to surface. But the impression vanished in the blink of an eye. She was puzzled for a moment, but in the end, she could only continue to shake 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 without changing her expression, her gaze falling on Vanna's hand. "Then let's confirm the parchment and see what news you brought out of it."

The Pope's reminder made Vanna suddenly remember the important matter. She quickly threw the chaotic thoughts and embarrassment aside and took out the parchment she was tightly holding in her hand.

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

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

"Anomaly – Vanishing Hitchhiker..."

"Anomaly – Vanishing Fleet..."

Three lines of scribbled words, writing the names of three Anomalies—without numbers. Helene's expression grew serious.

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

Once again, Vanna had brought out strange information from the Tomb of the Nameless King—strange Anomaly codes that were completely different from the normal "List of Anomalies and Phenomena"!

"Again..." Vanna herself was also astonished. She stared at the words on the parchment for a long time before raising her head, looking at the Pope in confusion. "Anomalies without numbers."

"The appearance of Anomaly – Frost doesn't surprise me. After Pland transformed into an Anomaly, I already had a premonition about this. But the Vanishing Hitchhiker..." Helene said solemnly, her gaze deep and profound. "The Vanishing Hitchhiker, which was originally on the list of Anomalies, has now also lost its number."

"Not only that, but now even the Vanishing Fleet has appeared," Valentine said from the side. "Also an Anomaly without a number—and independent of the Vanishing Hitchhiker, occupying a separate position!"

Helene didn't speak, but raised her head, her gaze sweeping over the soul projections around her.

The Saints reacted instantly. Knowing the "Rules of Secrecy" and "Risk of Contamination," they didn't need extra orders. They bowed to the Pope and left the assembly point one by one.

In the huge, ancient square, only Vanna, Valentine, and Helene remained.

"What changes have occurred on the Vanishing Hitchhiker 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 Hitchhiker, as its flagship, and the Sea Fog and Brilliant Star as its wing ships, supplemented by more than a dozen support ships of various types, the Vanishing Fleet was the most powerful and greatest exploration fleet on the boundless sea. Before the 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 frightening, but rather synonymous with glory and greatness, a symbol of civilization's courage to expand into the borderlands.

However, all of this came to an abrupt end when the Vanishing Hitchhiker fell into the sub-space.

After that, the Vanishing Fleet disintegrated. The flagship returned to the human world as "Anomaly 005," and its fleet members dissolved and dispersed over the following century. The only two remaining warships, the Sea Fog and Brilliant 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. But now, there was a new Anomaly, called the "Vanishing Fleet."

"...There's a ship called the White Oak," Vanna organized her thoughts and began to tell Helene about the incident that had happened in the Frigid Sea not long ago. She knew that the Pope certainly had intelligence channels and should already have a general understanding of the situation in Frost, but the details were obviously only known to her, who was at the center of the incident. "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" and the process of the White Oak being transformed and absorbed into the Vanishing Fleet.

It wasn't until Vanna's narrative came to an end that 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 so," Vanna nodded lightly. "Born as an Anomaly... and an Anomaly without a number. This kind of thing..."

"This kind of thing has happened in history, but the birth of every new Anomaly is often accompanied by huge disasters or drastic changes in the environment of an entire region or even an entire sea area," Helene shook her head. "What has the birth of the Vanishing Fleet brought?"

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

"It seems... nothing has happened?" She hesitated for a long time before saying, as if talking to herself, "At least for now, no one has been injured because of it, no place has become a restricted area. In fact... the transformation process of the White Oak was accompanied by the restoration of stability in the Frost situation. The whole thing seems to be developing in a good direction..."

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

A look of thought appeared on Vanna's face.

"Normal 'Anomalies' have corresponding rules and taboos, just like normal 'Aberrations' have corresponding dangers and containment and sealing conditions," Bishop Valentine couldn't help but say. "But according to your description, Vanna, the Vanishing Fleet has not shown this taboo tendency at all – although the White Oak has its own strange characteristics, these 'strange things' 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 summarize its laws yet," Helene said thoughtfully. "But the greater possibility is... it's like Pland today."

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

"Just like I described during the last contact, safe, peaceful, the night is no longer terrible, and the darkness no longer changes," Valentine said solemnly. "I haven't received any reports about the appearance of transcendent erosion 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. Pland today is such a place."

Vanna didn't speak for a while, but fell into quiet thought.

Bishop Valentine, who was next to her, said after a moment of silence, "Perhaps, these 'Anomalies without numbers' will all be like this? Rejecting all transcendent erosion other than themselves, the only strangeness they show is—there is no strangeness within the scope."

"It's not possible to draw conclusions yet. At least we need to observe the newly appeared '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 that Captain Duncan have any... special actions? What's his plan? Is he going to continue expanding his fleet, or is he going to re-recruit the Sea Fog and Brilliant Star? Has he revealed anything to you?"

Vanna thought for a moment, a hesitant look suddenly appearing on her face. "This... he did give me a task." "A task for you?" Helene's expression instantly became serious. "What task?"

"...He wanted me to find a way to get a transit permit for the White Oak, to exploit... loopholes in the Church's review process." Helene: "???"