The bishop is unfathomable.

In the room that Li Wei had hastily tidied up, Felicia, who had returned to human form, was humming a little tune, sweeping with a broom in one hand and a book in the other, cleaning idly.

Last night's meditation was surprisingly effective; just one night of meditation restored half of her psionic energy reserves.

This happened much faster than she expected.

Felicia originally thought it would take at least three to five days to fully recover her peak psionic energy.

But in just one night, she recovered nearly half of her mana bar, which is considered a full recovery of her fighting strength.

Because of the huge gap between energy levels, Felicia, as a fifth-level energy, is far stronger than a typical fourth-level energy, even if she only recovers half of her mana.

When she was in a good mood and felt safe, Felicia's original introverted personality took over her intellectual domain.

For example, she didn't go to the library with Li Wei today, but stayed home to clean. She just asked Li Wei to help her see if there were any books she wanted to read, and if so, to borrow them for her.

He was currently reading a popular detective novel, which belonged to Li Wei's personal collection.

As she swept the floor and read a book, Felicia felt as if she had returned to her daily routine.

After all, before she was wanted by the police, this was the kind of thing she usually did.

Read a book, clean the house, then go to school, do research, go home, and repeat the process.

Now I've even skipped the most boring part of school, so I can enjoy reading and do nothing all day.

This kind of life doesn't seem so bad... She doesn't even need to go to work; someone provides her with accommodation and meals, and all she needs to do is pay some basic knowledge of the extraordinary.

Tsk... why do I feel like I'm being kept?

"Knock knock knock".

"Ring ring."

A knock on the door and the doorbell rang, interrupting Felicia's rambling thoughts and making her tense.

Without any hesitation, Felicia immediately transformed back into a small black cat, then ran to the window by the door to see who was outside.

But this time, the visitors were clearly up to no good.

Before Felicia could even reach the first floor, after a series of strange noises from the lock, the door was pried open, and a tall, thin figure with long hair walked in, carrying a huge and ancient bronze cup.

Upon discovering this, Felicia immediately hid in a corner on the second floor and began to observe downwards. At the same time, her eyes began to emit a faint, azure light.

"Hmm? Fourth level? And doesn't seem like a good person."

Felicia muttered to herself for a moment, then hesitated about whether to make a move.

Now that Li Wei isn't here, I have no reason to fight back.

Moreover, she is indeed not good at combat, although she has learned a lot of magic... but she actually cannot control the intensity of her spells.

They might blow up the house.

If the ritual fails, even if he transforms back into a cat in time, Li Wei will still be suspected.

Let's wait and see how things develop.

……

Agna surveyed the room's layout, a complex mix of emotions swirling in his eyes.

"Is this where that imposter lives?"

"That's really extravagant."

"Luckily, I had learned a minor spell called lockpicking before, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to enter this house with minimal disturbance."

"Such elaborate ritual protection is truly befitting of the residence arranged by the Keeper of the Secrets for the librarian."

"Either we have to resort to force or we'll have to enter through the open doors and windows..."

"Since you have the capability to implement robust protection measures, why not also patch the vulnerabilities?"

Agnar was puzzled, because this was clearly not in line with the habits of the Sons of Dust, or even all esoteric practitioners.

Either don't take any precautions, or take them to the extreme.

But none of that matters. He needs this imposter to help him out.

In his view, someone who has the audacity and willingness to impersonate a Tantric bishop must be looking to profit from Tantra.

I am not a member of the Invisible Surge faction, so I don't need to worry about what impact it might have.

It's likely that the imposter was unaware of the existence of bishop's marks.

In other words, he was not actually clear about the organizational structure and hierarchical divisions within Tantric Buddhism.

Those subordinates who were kept in the dark might know, but the imposter certainly wouldn't ask for help himself, otherwise he would be leaving a loophole that would arouse suspicion.

I might be able to use this to my advantage and get some assistance in return.

The ritual was disrupted, but the activation of the Holy Grail does not necessarily require a ritual.

Whether you inject a lot or a little, isn't it all injection?

It's fine to take it slow.

Just to be on the safe side, it would be best to find the clone who was released from prison by the mole.

There is still a Level 5 Royal Military Police officer in Beldor's city center.

Although the other party's mission is not for me, I suppose they won't refuse the mission to capture me.

He didn't want to entrust his safety entirely to the enemy's mood and thoughts.

The safest course of action would be to retrieve the clone and then perform a ritual to reunite them.

"Um?"

As Agna pondered, he suddenly noticed a black cat sitting on the second-floor stairs, quietly watching him.

Upon seeing this, Agnar's lips curled into a cruel smile.

"Ah, little one."

"You're the imposter's pet, aren't you?"

With that, Agnar, holding the Holy Grail, walked toward Felicia.

"Oh, little kitty."

"You said... I would peel your skin off, and then hang your skinned body and your skin together on the stair railing."

"What kind of expression will your master have when that imposter comes back and sees this?"

Agnar crouched down, and his fingernails suddenly lengthened, becoming as sharp as daggers with a metallic sheen.

But the next moment, Agna suddenly sensed an extremely dangerous aura.

He tried to back away, but it was too late.

A gust of wind, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, swept through the room.

Agnar's hands, blown by the wind, instantly turned into bones, which then crumbled into fragments in the wind.

"Aaaaaaaahhhhh!"

Agna cried out in agony, and the Chalice of Canamagos, which he had been holding in his hand, suddenly fell to the ground.

He didn't even bother to find out where the attack came from, how the strange thing happened, or even to retrieve the Holy Grail. He immediately ran towards the door like a stray dog.

But shortly after he smashed the door and rushed out, the sound of fighting came from outside, but this time the sound did not last long.

A minute later, Felicia, who was trying to use some magic to cover up the traces of her spellcasting, stopped what she hadn't even started.

Because she saw three people walking in from outside the broken door.

Boca, Albert, and Karl, who was carrying Agna who had completely passed out, were at the back.

And, the moment he stepped into the room, Karl’s gaze suddenly fell on Felicia, who was pretending to be a well-behaved little black cat.