Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

Unfortunately, he couldn't shake off his identity.

The latter is the core ritual related to the Book of Transformation, which requires the soul cutting of the Prophet's Path Sequence 5, the guardian angel of the Holy Grail Path Sequence 5, the inorganic transformation of the Alchemy Path Sequence 4, and the "transformation of spirit and flesh" of the Great Philosopher Sequence 9.

Judging from the prerequisite ritual alone, it's clear that this ritual cannot be completed in a day or two. In gaming terms, this is a skill that requires a long time to develop.

Tia of the Grail can live off women, like Anne or Vera, or even Peter is still alive. She can do alchemy on her own. The only thing she truly can't do is be a prophet. But she can plan ahead.

As Tia pondered how to contact the Palace of Wisdom, she went upstairs and turned the corner, where she saw Scarlett standing outside the door as a doorman.

As Tia walked over, Scarlett said weakly, "Miss Bonaparte, Her Highness the Princess says you can't go in."

"Huh?! Did I make Eleanor angry?"

"No, no!"

Upon hearing this, Scarlett quickly explained, "No, it's not like that. Princess Eleanor is preparing a gift for you inside and told me to make sure you don't find out."

Tia: "......."

Well, well, Scarlett, as expected of you, you can so calmly reveal a secret that should never be told and you didn't even realize it yourself.

But a gift?

Tia was indeed a little curious, but she didn't let Scarlett open the door. After a while, she heard a click and Eleanor opened the door.

Eleanor had only intended to greet Scarlett, but instead found Tia and Scarlett sitting on the floor leaning against the wall playing a card game.

It's somewhat similar to playing cards, but the rules are more complicated. This is what the policewoman won playing cards with someone, along with a large sum of money, a coat, a handbag, a hat, and a long sword. She almost won the coat too...

Seeing this, Eleanor tilted her head and said blankly, "Oh! Tia. What are you doing here?!"

"This is my home, isn't it...?"

"This is my home."

"Your home is my home too."

"That seems to make sense."

Chapter 207 Eleanor's Gift

By May, the temperature in Fogmoon City had risen to 20 degrees Celsius, and due to the thick fog, it was extremely muggy. Even at night, the heat did not subside.

Tia felt her clothes were damp and her skin was almost seeping through after playing cards with Scarlett outside for a while. However, since her body was made of sacred wood, Tia didn't feel any discomfort and could still move freely.

Following Eleanor into the suite's living room, Tia saw a large package on the table and couldn't help but ask curiously:

"Is this a gift?"

"Oh?!" Eleanor's eyes widened, her face showing shock but her tone remaining calm. "Tia is a prophet!"

“Eleanor, I am actually your long-lost biological mother, though we are not related by blood.”

"real or fake?"

"real."

"Mother."

"...It's fake." Tia blushed instead, turned her head to look at the package, and asked in a shaky voice, "So what is it?"

Eleanor picked up the package and said casually, "A gift."

"Of course I know it's a gift."

"Birthday present."

"I definitely know... wait, it's my birthday?"

Tia thought for a moment, then glanced at the wooden calendar on the cabinet: May 18th.

It seems that's true.

However, because Avina was always out having fun, Tia hadn't celebrated her birthday in years. She was quite happy to suddenly receive a gift from Eleanor...

Tia opened the package and found a pair of boots made of Sheral deer hide from the Great Icefield, with exquisite craftsmanship. The soles of the boots were sewn with a triple, minimalist ritual: "fragrant scent," "cleaning stains," and "temperature control."

These are all very simple rituals, the purpose of which is to make the shoes more comfortable, prevent sweaty or dirty feet, and add a touch of floral fragrance to the body, especially the parts covered by the boots, which is the legendary body fragrance function.

She hesitated, then said, "Eleanor, you made this? Unbelievable..."

"Oh, I bought it. I originally wanted to make it myself, but I just couldn't. I read a lot of books but still couldn't learn how, so I went to a master craftsman who had learned the craft to commission me."

No wonder I was cooped up in the bedroom for so long...

Eleanor was always very honest and never tried to hide anything.

This is very Eleanor-like, but Tia doesn't dislike it; in fact, she likes it even more. While it's true that being around a refined gentleman or lady is pleasant, one still needs to be mindful of others and choose one's words carefully.

It's easy to get along with Eleanor. As long as you're not affected by her extraordinary characteristics, you can feel her pure, natural sincerity and the amazing human-machine chemistry.

Eleanor was a little excited. "Want to give it a try?"

"Now? That works too. Oh, by the way..."

Just as Tia was about to suggest finding a chair, Eleanor told her to lift her feet and untied the straps on her boots, revealing her toes one by one beneath the folds of her dress. She wasn't wearing socks; due to the nature of dolls, their bodies are slightly less sensitive to certain tactile sensations than flesh, and they wouldn't get dirty, so it didn't really matter whether they wore socks or not.

Eleanor pinched her right foot; her ankle was soft, and the pinch made her toes curl slightly. It was fun.

After the boots were put on, the size was about right. Tia was quite surprised at how they fit so well. She asked Eleanor and found out that she had a keen eye and measured them purely by sight.

All I can say is that superhumans are indeed awesome.

Tia walked around in place for a bit, feeling quite comfortable, but also a little confused.

She asked, puzzled, "I don't even remember my birthday, how did you know, Eleanor?"

Eleanor nodded emphatically and looked at Tia, saying, "Because I have a lot of records about Tia from childhood, especially the records from the orphanage, that's why I know!"

Tia immediately became alert—"Wow, you're a master at opening boxes! So that's how you knew my birthday."

Moreover, he wasn't just a novice; he was a master who directly controlled the upper levels of social engineering!

She asked, "Eleanor, you don't know everything about me from childhood to adulthood, do you?"

"Oh! No. I don't know anything about it, whether it was bedwetting in the orphanage or bullying other children."

"Damn it, you knew everything all along!"

"I forgot."

Eleanor lied with complete seriousness, making no attempt to cover it up.

Only the female police officer standing guard outside the door covered her ears and trembled.

Tia knew that Scarlett was still outside the door—she had noticed that Scarlett was acting a little strange when she was with her earlier.

I used to be a little reserved, but now although I'm still a little reserved, it's more like something is stuck in my throat that I can't say, which makes me feel constrained, rather than being cautious about the unknown.

—It's been discovered.

That's true. Tia had already somewhat revealed her true identity when she saw Matthew off. Scarlett, who knew Tia very well and was quite capable, would definitely have realized it.

But Tia didn't explain it herself, and Scarlett didn't expose it either.

Just before Scarlett left, Tia suddenly said, "Scarlett!"

"Huh?! You're already done?"

Scarlett cautiously turned around and saw that Tia had already put on her boots. She breathed a sigh of relief, saluted with her hand on her chest, and said, "Miss Bonaparte, Your Highness Eleanor! I'll go downstairs now. If you need anything, you can find me in room 204 downstairs."

“Wait, Scarlett, I need you at 9 a.m. on the 5th of next month at the Marble Arch of the Grand Theatre in the Palace of Fontainebleau district. I'll be waiting for you there. Don't be late, or I'll hold you responsible. Understand?!”

Tia's gaze sharpened, and her tone immediately elicited a response from Scarlett.

The policewoman stood at attention almost instinctively, saluted, and said, "Yes, sir!"

As soon as the words left her lips, Scarlett's muscles gradually stiffened, and she realized something was wrong.

She asked weakly, "Can I do it again?"

Tia smiled and said, "No, Miss Scarlett. Report on time on June 5th, no delays allowed."

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Tia didn't give Scarlett a chance to back out.

That evening, Tia spoke with Eleanor about the plan to project her soul into Anzu.

Eleanor was a little disappointed, mainly because it was Tia's birthday and she was in Iris Flower Garden—even if Tia could teleport back and forth at any time, she couldn't split into two people to celebrate her birthday in Anzu and Iris Flower Garden at the same time.

But Eleanor's worries were somewhat unnecessary; Tia herself had almost forgotten her birthday, so how could Anne and Vera possibly know it?

It wasn't until the next day, when Eleanor's letter to Anne arrived, asking in distress when she could return, that Anne and Vera learned of the situation, as she couldn't even attend Tia's birthday party at Iris.

Tia didn't specifically mention this after returning to Ansu, since the other party didn't know about it.

This matter is quite ordinary.

At Silver Castle, the Royal Cathedral is unexpectedly temporarily closed to the public, presumably to receive some foreign dignitaries.

Two days later, Tia finally managed to schedule an audience at the Papal Palace.

In the Apostolic Palace, Peter was resting with his eyes closed when a crowned bishop who managed the storeroom knocked on the door and entered.

The bishop said, “Pope, the envoys of the Papacy have all left. However, Herod is somewhat dissatisfied with the Iris's rebuilding of the church; they still feel that we have gone too far in interfering with the Iris.”

Peter touched what was beside him and realized that Saint-Simon's scepter had just been taken back to the factory for repairs by the papacy's envoy. Still feeling unsatisfied, he said:

"We need not heed Herod's opinions. The Holy See is not what it was thousands of years ago; now, even Herod's edicts have difficulty reaching the borders of the Holy See. We need not concern ourselves with them."

"However, we have indeed interfered too much with the Iris Party. We can talk to the authorities about withdrawing some priests from non-critical areas."

“Is that so?” The bishop nodded in agreement. “By the way, the Anti-Suppression Bureau wants to come and see you.”

"Anti-Suppression Bureau?"

Peter paused, then asked in surprise, "Is it Roman?"

"It is the new head of the Anti-Suppression Bureau of Newport, Tia Surf."

Chapter 208 The Art of Language

The Ancestral Palace, the Hall of Audiences.

Peter, wearing his reading glasses, was reading through the documents stamped with the Church's Holy Cross, one after another. Before he had finished, Tia was brought in by the priest.

The old man was engrossed in reading the document when he suddenly heard the young woman ask:

"Pope, do you want a bishop?"

"what?"

Peter paused, taken aback.

Tia shouted again, "I said, do you want a bishop?! A free bishop!"

"Keep your voice down, keep your voice down, are you trying to kill this old man?" Peter put down the documents, feeling dizzy and disoriented. After Tia sat obediently to the side, he asked, "What are you talking about? I don't understand a word you're saying. Did you go to the iris garden?"

Tia sat down, poured herself a cup of black tea, and looked at Peter, saying, "Yes, I've brought you a very famous master from the Iris Church, named Bartel White Oak. Isn't the Iris Church in dire need of people for its reconstruction? I'm here to help you find talent."

"You're being so kind?"

"I can also be religious; I am also the daughter of the Father of All Things!"

Peter's voice was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter it. He was completely speechless.

The pastor called the public the children of the Father of all things, but that was a metaphor. Now, they've really put themselves in the shoes of God's daughters.

Peter paused for a moment, then picked up the document again and waved his hand, saying, "Let's skip that. The reconstruction of the Iris Church is of paramount importance, and we can't just let you put your people in there. By the way, did Albert send you to say this, or did Roman send you?"

Tia said, "Neither. It was an angel sent by the Father of All Things in a dream who told me to say this."

"hehe."

“Really. I’ve found you a branch of the church that has been passed down for at least a thousand years, and this branch has a very deep foundation. It’s from the lineage of Saint Alena.”

Peter pretended not to hear the first few sentences, but when he heard about Saint Alec, his hand twitched slightly.

Saint Aleksandr was not a prominent figure in church history, but his contributions to the church were considerable. He was one of the architects of the Council of Mount Eden, but the various church factions could not reach a consensus until his death. It was not until more than three hundred years after Aleksandr's death that the numerous tribes held an ecumenical council on Mount Eden to resolve the issue of division.

Based on Peter's understanding of Tia, this Miss Tia Sulph's level of religious scholarship was no less than that of the swindlers selling holy water at the church entrance, and her greatest understanding of the church was the free bread and milk every Sunday.