Starve it a few meals? Isslant was dumbfounded, hardly daring to believe her ears. After all, the dangers of Sealed Artifacts were well known. Even the official Church squads treated them with utmost caution. How could this gentleman invited by Miss Audrey give such a careless answer? Is he joking? But this isn’t funny at all! She couldn’t help but glance at Audrey, hoping the young lady would chide the man into being serious. After all, sealing this box was a matter of life and death—such an attitude was simply irresponsible. But to her shock, Audrey completely ignored Isslant’s look and instead asked with eager curiosity: "How do we make it obediently ’go hungry’?" —She had witnessed too many miracles from "Mr. Tower" at the Tarot Club, so she never thought he was joking. Go hungry... voluntarily? Miss Audrey, please wake up! This is a dangerous Sealed Artifact! At that moment, Isslant deeply doubted whether coming to the Hall family for help had been the right choice. Just then, whether because mealtime had arrived, or because it had been enraged by Ebner and Audrey’s conversation, the surface of the box cracked open with a jagged seam. Two rows of phantom, pale-white teeth sprouted from within, and in the next instant, it leapt toward Audrey. Among those present, Audrey was the most beautiful, so she became the box’s first choice. Isslant quickly rolled aside, pulling out a large bag of beef to throw at the box in hopes it would once again be satisfied. —If Audrey died here, the Earl of Hall would never forgive her. Her fate would be worse than being eaten by the box. At the same time, the golden retriever Susie leapt in front of Audrey, blocking the box’s trajectory. Audrey, though startled, felt no real fear and made no move to dodge. She trusted that "Mr. Tower" would surely protect her. Sure enough, Ebner extended his right palm toward the box and declared: The box was instantly struck by a mighty invisible force, blown across the room, crashing through the wall—only to be stopped by the unfathomable, pitch-black darkness behind it. Without pause, Ebner raised his palm again and solemnly intoned in ancient Hermes: The air around the box immediately thickened, forming six transparent walls that sealed it within. Only then did Isslant, still clutching her beef, finally react. Her beautiful eyes were filled with disbelief. That’s it? The terrifying Sealed Artifact that cornered me so utterly is subdued this easily? This gentleman Miss Audrey invited... is he a Saint? A Saint of the "Arbiter" pathway? As Isslant’s feelings tangled, excitement and longing flashed in Audrey’s eyes. In her view, Mr. Tower’s presence had suddenly swelled with grandeur, exuding a majesty that seemed able to dictate life and death itself. And his effortless gesture—pointing a finger and speaking just two words to subdue a Sealed Artifact—fit perfectly with her past fantasies of the extraordinary... At least one of them. As Emperor Roselle would say: "Very cool!" But the box itself was not so admiring. While trapped, it was overwhelmed by a sudden, inexplicable terror, nearly bowing down, crawling, desperate to obey every command and word of the man before it... Yet by relying on the lingering aura of a great being, it quickly broke free of that instinct, and in "humiliated rage," released dozens of black flames. However, the flames were swiftly extinguished upon striking the sticky air walls. They could not breach the "Imprisonment." Ebner nodded in satisfaction, thinking: Aside from the "Sun" pathway and adjacent ones like "Visionary," my simulated powers from the "Arbiter" pathway have now reached normal demigod level... This must be thanks to inheriting the complete memories of Giuseppe Castia. I understand the "Law Mage’s" abilities most deeply. My other pathways wouldn’t reach this effect without transforming into their "incomplete mythical forms." But this box really is a Grade 1 Sealed Artifact. Even if the Shepherding Witch who raised it was mid-sequence, its "black flames" still reached a level comparable to a demigod. Without secretly layering an extra "Guardian" shield atop my "Imprisonment," bribing it, and notarizing its powers to weaken them, it might have broken free. With Isslant present, Ebner only revealed the "Arbiter" pathway abilities, keeping his other methods hidden. Neither Audrey nor Isslant noticed anything amiss. After all, from the moment Ebner brought Audrey back to her bedroom, the three people, one dog, and one box had already been silently pulled into a "Hidden Space." It was the "Hidden Space" of the "Mystic"! And "Secrecy" was its default state. This was an ability Ebner mastered through the "Door" card: he could carve out a hidden subspace in a place, accessible only through specific "doors." Otherwise, the spatial barriers blocked all passage. —That abyssal darkness the box had smashed into earlier was the boundary of this Hidden Space. The box soon realized this as well. Failing to break the imprisonment, it tried teleportation to escape— But it failed miserably! This was Ebner’s Hidden Space. Unless he left an opening or dissolved it himself, no other "door" would work. Frustrated and starving, the box went mad, unleashing one ability after another. But Ebner countered them all until, finally, it quieted down in impotent fury. So this is what you mean by starving it? Audrey and Isslant had the same thought flash through their minds. Isslant recovered, put down her beef, and was about to step forward to thank Ebner— But he waved her off, signaling it wasn’t over. He then drew a card and released from it a pitch-black book: The Book of the Dead, left behind by his previous incarnation, the "Lord of the Undead" Vicente Miranda. For living Sealed Artifacts , the "Death," "Moon," and "Visionary" pathways all had relatively "friendly" methods of communication. Now, Ebner planned to combine them. He invoked secret techniques with the "Blessing of the Goddess of Beauty" to charm, then used the aura of "Calderón City" from the Book of the Dead to intimidate with the higher authority of the "Death" pathway. At last, through this blend of "carrot and stick," the box realized it could neither fight nor flee, and reluctantly accepted Ebner’s "friendly" suggestions, loosening its mental defenses. Ebner immediately wove a "Virtual Personality" into it, altering its subconscious. After about ten minutes, Ebner released all restraints, picked up the box, and set it on the table. "Sealed already?" Audrey asked curiously, staring at the suitcase that now gave off no terrifying aura. "It’s done... After some ’friendly’ negotiation, it has changed its tastes and feeding habits," Ebner said with a smile, patting the box’s surface. "Now it only loves canned wolffish, about ten pounds a week."