Chapter 1 For the "counterfeit Agatha" born from the mirror, her life was split into two distinct parts: one part was warm, bright, fulfilling, and full of all her love and hate for the world. In essence, it was just a fabricated lie inputted into her mind. The other part was only three days long, filled with pressure, exhaustion, pain, and a final, liberating death, but that was the only memory that truly belonged to her. And now, the deceased has returned to the world. The counterfeit has a chance to continue.

The problem facing her is that the former is so desirable, yet destined to be unattainable. After a long time, all the regrets will turn into resentment. The latter is real but thin, a pale and short life, not enough for her to survive as a complete "person."

Captain Duncan gave her a reminder before this destined difficult divergence, and after a long period of contemplation, she came to a conclusion: leaving and Frost, that dark and cold deep sea is frightening, but the "diving" process itself allowed her to discover another possibility of "life" for the first time, just like the Captain described to her in the submersible.

We are groping forward in an endless darkness. Civilization itself is just a delicate and fragile sampan. The lights illuminate the sampan, and we use the shallow wisdom of mortals to try to understand the shadows that emerge in the darkness, to guess what the world looks like.

Most people spend their entire lives cowering in the safe corner of the sampan, but there must always be someone responsible for holding the lamp at the bow, responsible for looking into the distance.

This is a road destined to go forward forever, because the unknown is inherently a one-way concept. Where to... perhaps I can try.

"The Agatha in the mirror said calmly. The black clothes representing her identity as a gatekeeper had quietly changed into an outfit like that of a sea adventurer.

Somewhat like Martha's attire, but with some traces of the Church of Death remaining. She raised her hand again and took off the hat symbolizing the clergy, letting her long hair fall down. The bandages covering her whole body also slowly faded away. She looked up, looking at Duncan with a smile. Counterfeits have no real past, but I can have a real future.

Let those precious memories lie quietly in the past. That way, at least when I recall them in the future, they will still be bright and warm, and not be stained with the filth of human weakness.

Martha helped me design this outfit. What do you think?

Duncan looked at Agatha in the mirror, and after a long time, nodded very seriously. "Very suitable."

"Do you think I need to change my name again?" Agatha said again.

If I plan to embark on a completely new path from now on, should I start with a change in my name?

Duncan was silent for a long time this time, but after a long period of contemplation, he still shook his head. "No need. I think it's good that you're still called Agatha."

"Why?"

"Because I'm used to calling you that. It's inconvenient to change your name."

Duncan replied casually.

"Anyway, I can distinguish 'you'."

'You' can also distinguish each other.

Agatha in the mirror took a deep look at Duncan. "That doesn't seem to be your real answer, but it's enough to convince me. It's just right that I like this name too. Let's just treat it as leaving the last bit of memory for my 'past'."

Duncan nodded. "Yes, it's good that you think so."

"Have you already arranged things on the City-State's side?" Agatha asked again.

Are you really planning to be a 'graveyard keeper' in Frost from now on?

Duncan raised his eyebrows. "Is there anything wrong with this position?"

"There's nothing wrong with it, it's just that it feels strange to think that 'Captain Duncan', who is like a subspace shadow in the eyes of many people, would be guarding a graveyard in the City-State,"

Agatha in the mirror said frankly, "But as long as you're willing, of course it's a good thing. I'm afraid there's no place safer than that graveyard in the future."

"I think it's good. I also run an antique shop in Prudent. Maintaining activities in civilized society can adjust my mentality very well." Duncan smiled.

"What's more, maintaining an avatar's life in the City-State also requires expenses. Being a watchman in the graveyard at least has a salary..." Duncan suddenly stopped. He slowly raised his head, looked at the "gatekeeper" in the mirror, and asked very solemnly, "Will the Cathedral give me, the 'new watchman,'

a salary?"

Agatha didn't realize it until this time. "You still need a salary?"

"You don't pay a salary?"

"Ah, under normal circumstances, of course, it's paid. The graveyard watchman's salary is directly paid by the Cathedral..."

Agatha said with a strange expression, "But a subspace shadow running to the graveyard to be a watchman is not a normal situation. I strongly suggest that you go to the Cathedral and talk to the other Agatha about this matter seriously, because based on my understanding of myself, if you don't actively bring it up, she will definitely not think of it, or rather, dare not think of it."

Duncan: "Is it that outrageous?"

The string of numbers you wrote at the end of the whistleblower letter almost drove a room full of cryptographers and mathematicians crazy.

Later, when transferring money to your bank account, the Cathedral even established a secret action team to monitor the changes in the spirit world. When you, as a subspace shadow, deal with ordinary people, please consider the three views of most normal humans.

Duncan's mouth twitched, and he rubbed his forehead. "Okay, I understand."

Agatha seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and then asked curiously, "Now that the situation in Frost has been settled, what are your next plans?"

I'm preparing to return to the Central Sea area. According to some archaeological data provided by Morris, I'm going to check out those ancient ruins and strange sea areas that interest me along the sea route. If possible, I'll get close to or even enter some areas listed as anomalies, to explore and understand this world as much as possible." Duncan obviously had a plan and immediately spoke enthusiastically about his exploration plan.

"In this process, I'll continue to maintain contact with the civilized world, and by the way, see how the major churches react to my warning. If they're interested, I don't mind dealing with those mysterious Cathedral Arks again..."

"Sounds like an enviable adventure," Agatha said with pleasure and anticipation.

"It's full of risks, but it's worth going." Duncan laughed. "Looks like my decision was correct. Are we leaving now? Or do we need to make some more preparations?"

"Don't worry. We have to arrange the affairs of the White Oak first, and we have to tell Tyrion." Duncan laughed.

"He should have returned to the Dome Office by now. I'll just go and say hello to him."

"Understood.

Then I won't disturb you." Agatha lowered her head, and her figure gradually faded from the mirror. At the same time, in the Dome Office of the Frost Administrative Office, Tyrion had sent

away the last department representative. He took off the gorgeous but uncomfortable coat he used to attend ceremonial occasions, put on his usual attire again, and sat behind his desk, breathing a sigh of relief. Next, he would have a short rest time to prepare for the remaining work of the day. Managing a city full of messes, even if he was an excellent person who had sworn to take office, he didn't have the opportunity to interrupt his work. This morning's itinerary was "crammed" into the normal work itinerary. He had to deal with all the things he had delayed in the afternoon and evening. What's more, what he had to deal with was not only the affairs of the Frost City-State, but also the vast "industry" that the Sea Mist Fleet had operated for the past fifty years, the complex and subtle relationship between himself and other City-States, the balance of power in the Frost Sea, and the relationship with his "family"... These things added up were actually no easier than the work of the Chief Executive. Tyrion sighed a long breath, opened a locked drawer next to his desk, and took out many documents and materials from it. There were archives related to the Sea Mist Fleet,

shared information from the Bright Star, private letters from other City-States. The meaning of rest time was that he could temporarily put down the work of the Chief Executive to do another pile of work that was as difficult as the Chief Executive. Tyrion's eyes swept over the pile of things, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to scratch his hair. For some reason, the terrible association that the bald head of First Mate Aiden suddenly appeared made the newly appointed Chief Executive unable to stop himself from feeling a chill and suddenly stopped the act of continuing to scratch his hair.

"Aiden shaved it himself back then, Aiden shaved it himself back then... He has regretted it for a century." Tyrion muttered in a small voice, as if to divert the pressure he felt when facing this pile of things.

And just then, a slight crackling sound suddenly came from nearby, suddenly interrupting his muttering to himself. After a subconscious shudder in his heart, he quickly calmed down and looked up at the mirror on the nearby wall with a look of indifference. He was used to it... Duncan's figure appeared in the mirror.

"Son, I'm here to say hello. Is everything going well?"

"Everything is going well, Father." Tyrion stood up, carefully responding to his father's gaze, but his heart was much more relaxed than usual.

"Do you have any instructions..."

"Nothing, it's just that I'm preparing to leave..." Duncan suddenly stopped

coming, Tyrion looked at his father in the mirror with suspicion, but saw that he was staring at the desktop next to him, with a particularly strange expression. The expression was actually shocked, and the shock made Tyrion's heart tighten, and he hurriedly looked over along his father's gaze, but what he saw was just a piece of paper that had fallen out of the pile of documents just now. It was Lucretia who sent it to him from the Bright Star.

It was a "shared information in academic aspects." Duncan's particularly serious voice came from the mirror, "Tyrion, what is that? Bring it closer and let me see."

"Ah... okay." Tyrion hurriedly agreed, quickly picked up the piece of paper and walked to the mirror, showing the image on the paper to his father. "Is there any problem with this?"

"Where did this pattern come from?"

"Lucretia sent it."

Tyrion replied immediately, his tone a little nervous and guilty. "I didn't tell you before, she has actually been studying something that fell from the sky during this time." Duncan didn't speak, just stared at the piece of paper. After a long time, he broke the silence with a soft voice that seemed like a dream: "The Moon."