Secrets: Priestess

Chapter 45 Climbing the Tarot Club

Claire woke up from her sleep.

She had never slept so soundly.

There is no whispering in my ears.

It was so quiet that she felt lying here was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Claire felt as if she was sleeping in a closed "box".

But her spirituality extends through this "box".

She could see it was the familiar lounge.

She could "see" Luo Yao standing beside the coffin.

She also saw a pure black coffin with a dark holy symbol engraved in the center placed in the middle of the lounge, and she herself was lying in it.

Claire opened her eyes.

She wanted to get up, and the coffin opened immediately.

Claire sat up from the coffin, and the movement of the coffin attracted Luo Yao's attention.

Luo Yao, who always had a cold expression, showed a look of surprise at that moment.

"you're awake?"

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

His expression returned to normal, and Luo Yao came over and asked calmly.

After sitting up from the coffin, Claire could hear crazy muttering again, and she couldn't help but rub her forehead. However, when she looked at the things around her, her vision seemed to be clearer.

This feeling is very similar to when the "Comprehension" potion is completely digested.

"I feel pretty good. Why am I...lying in a coffin?" Claire's mind was full of confusion at the moment.

Luo Yao's lips curled slightly, but he didn't answer. He just said, "I'll go call the captain and Lord Cecima."

After saying that, Luo Yao hurried away, and cool air blew in through the open door.

Claire rolled out of the coffin.

She looked at the pure black coffin in confusion.

Just by looking at it, I feel a sense of tranquility and solemnity in my heart.

"Could it be a magical item?" Claire guessed.

At this moment, the sound of undisguised, interlaced footsteps came from outside the house. Claire looked up and saw Dunn and Crested Cecima had already reached the door.

"Captain, and Her Excellency Cecima?"

"The others... I mean Mr. Neil, Leonard, Klein, and the others..."

Dunn smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry, everyone was fine yesterday."

"Old Neil is just a little weak and is recuperating in the hospital. Frye is accompanying him as a form of supervision. Leonard's injuries are more serious, but fortunately, he's not in danger. Klein's injuries are the lightest, and he's recovering quickly with the help of the healing potion."

Claire breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing Krestai, she paused and asked, "What will be done with Mr. Neil?"

Dunn's expression grew slightly more serious. "Thankfully, Old Neil didn't do anything to harm others while collecting the materials for the ritual..."

Claire hesitated. "Mr. Neil's ritual magic requires a large amount of human blood."

Dunn glanced at Claire, feeling both relieved and emotional.
"According to investigations, all the blood used in Old Neil's rituals was drawn from his own body. He used ritual magic to store and accumulate a large amount of his own blood."

"Old Neil didn't violate his principle of 'do whatever you want, but don't hurt.'"

"But as punishment for Old Neil's dangerous actions, he will be required to stand guard at Chanis Gate to atone for his sins."

Claire was completely relieved.

Looking at Krestai who was listening quietly, he asked, "Ms. Cecima, are you here regarding Mr. Neil's matter?"

To Claire's surprise, Krestel looked at her and shook his head, "No, I'm here for your business."

"Me?" Claire asked doubtfully.

Krestai walked over to the pure black coffin and said solemnly, "I follow the Lord's arrangement and bring the 'Holy Coffin' to you."

Claire was stunned. Was this coffin arranged for her by the goddess?

Send her a coffin?

Krestel continued:

"I have intercepted and concealed the reports that you were able to absorb contamination during the mission. Dunn, Leonard, and Klein have also sworn before the holy relic not to spread your story."

"The holy coffin I brought has three powers. One is the power of peaceful sleep. Sleeping inside can eliminate all external interference."

Claire suddenly realized and was also in awe of the goddess' power. She could even block out the Hidden Sage's crazy ravings.

"The second is storage. The storage space inside the holy coffin is much larger than it appears."

Oh? Claire was surprised. This ability was quite good. No wonder she didn't feel stuffy when lying in it.

"The third is sealing. If, and I mean if... if in the future the contamination within you breaks through the seal and erupts, you simply lie inside, and the evil god's contamination won't infect others."

The holy coffin was a precautionary measure.

Claire nodded silently. If such a day really came, being able to lie in the holy coffin would be a good result.

"That's all I have to say." Creste smiled and said briskly, "In my opinion, as long as you don't tamper with the seal again, there will be no danger. The Sword of the Goddess is very reliable."

Claire remembered that the person in front of her was the original owner of the Goddess Sword, and smiled sheepishly, "My affairs have even implicated Lord Cecima."

Creste waved his hand and smiled, "Don't say that. All holy objects belong to the Lord, not to us personally. I was simply chosen by the Goddess's Sword by chance. And the Lord has given me a new holy object."

"Okay, while I'm here, do you have any questions?"

After explaining everything, Krestey became much more easy-going.

Claire said without hesitation, "I think I can take the new potion now."

Krestel was not surprised by this and smiled, "This is very simple. There is a potion prepared for you behind Chanis's door. It is a potion that only you can take out."

"I still have many tasks to attend to, so I won't stay in Tingen. I look forward to seeing you in the temple one day."

Just like last time, Creste Cesimar came and left in a hurry.

Claire, who had read many of the Nighthawks' internal mission reports, often saw Krestel's name in the reporter column, especially in some difficult and strange incidents.

This senior deacon, whose combat power is comparable to that of a Sequence 4, is always active alone in various unholy events, and he carefully records and reports them for the other Nighthawks to learn from.

Claire admired such pragmatic people.

Dunn was also busy dealing with things, and many members of the team were recuperating, which caused the pressure on the case currently in charge of the Night Watcher to increase sharply.

Claire silently offered a small prayer to the goddess for the captain's hairline.

Don't be so rude before you even break the ice with Sister Dai Li, Captain...

The hands of the clock on the wall are almost reaching three o'clock.

Today is Monday.

It's almost time for the Fool's Gathering.

Claire gave up the idea of ​​going to Chanis Gate to get the potion immediately and decided to consider the promotion after the Fool's Gathering.

But even when Claire waited until the hands pointed to three o'clock, the crimson light still did not light up.

"The Fool canceled the party?"

Claire raised the back of her hand to look at it in confusion.

A teardrop-shaped mark appeared on the back of his hand, but it did not emit a deep red light.

So... give it a try?
Claire looked at the mark, thinking about the mystery of the Fool, the unknown of the gray fog space, and the spell that allowed her to enter and exit the gray fog space freely.

Thinking about her previous speculations.

Claire took a deep breath, put aside her worries, and silently recited the four-line spell pointing to the gray fog space.

As the spell emerged, her consciousness floated upward.

Just like last time, after breaking through numerous obstacles, she suddenly looked up!
Looking up, he saw The Fool, shrouded in thick gray fog, sitting at the head of the mottled bronze table!
……

Shrouded in thick gray fog, Klein saw the "priestess" he had deliberately not summoned appear at his seat, and a storm surged in his heart!
How did Senior Claire climb up here?!
　Happy New Year's Eve~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)