Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

It was because of this snake's sudden rampage that, with the Father of All Things above, Silver Door was not in much trouble, but he almost lost his life!

Tia obediently stopped talking.

What else can be said? That she actually ate the Twin Serpents' sanctuary, forcing them to sink? Then she'd probably be used as a dart in Elinor's trap...

Peter, now blind and bleeding profusely, and with his soul too weak to speak much with Tia, said his last words before rising to the surface:

“Now I have taken back all of Eleanor’s soul. This divinity should be just enough as material. You must drive the nails into Eleanor’s soul before sunrise, into this sanctuary, and sever the connection between this place and the Silver Door.”

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—At this moment, I have fallen into a nightmare, a strange and dreamlike place.

The little princess with long platinum blonde hair was lying on a three-meter-long white rock, fast asleep, her brows slightly furrowed.

Apart from a gold bracelet armband and a thin rope holding her hair up, she wore only an ankle-length linen robe. The light fabric with gold thread prints draped naturally over her entire body, from her cute, perky breasts to the smooth, delicate skin of her calves.

Her bare feet were completely exposed; she wore nothing and offered no cover whatsoever. The birch trees, shimmering with starlight, swayed their heads, and dewdrops, like starlight, fell onto the girl's toes.

The trees all began to sway, the wind began to howl, and the stones seemed to want to dance, jumping up and down as if welcoming Eleanor's arrival.

But Eleanor was asleep.

The trees all bowed their backs in welcome:

"Ha! Eleanor is asleep! Should we wake her?"

The wind patted my cheeks, laughing and chattering:

But then someone else came!

The stones looked at each other and laughed.

"Oh! Oh! Who's here?"

"Ha! Ha! It's our little key!"

"Where is the little key?!"

"Sulph, here she is!"

"Look! Tia, we're here, we're waiting for you! Come on, Eleanor is waiting for you!"

The birch, pine, and oak trees all stretched out branches with many glittering spots, and swayed like a shimmering sea of ​​stars. They circled around Eleanor, affectionately rubbing their leaves against her nose, and moved their massive bodies in a joyful dance.

Soon, the once straight path began to twist and turn, sometimes into a C-shape, sometimes into an S-shape, until the trees guided her, the wind propelled her, and the stones cheered as Tia emerged from the edge of the dense forest.

The moment Tia saw Eleanor from afar, the trees stopped swaying, the winds stopped howling, and the stones stopped dancing.

Only Eleanor slept there quietly, with a door with a keyhole behind her.

When Tia saw Eleanor, she quickly ran over, tied her hair up, and leaned close to Eleanor's face. She gently pressed two fingers against Eleanor's eyes and rubbed them slightly. Eleanor's blood-red pupils quickly turned amber.

The soul is stable and even stronger than before, which means that the soul is indeed fine now, and Pope Peter has indeed restored Eleanor's lost soul.

Seeing that nothing was wrong, Tia was quite happy, and the atmosphere was right, so she subconsciously touched nose to nose and gently pecked at Tia.

We just kissed, and I didn't even care if Avalon could monitor this place. Anyway, kisses in nightmares don't count!

The rest was up to her to drive the nail into the hole.

But where is the vulnerability?

Tia glanced at the keyhole behind Eleanor, then looked down at the silver ring, which was only as thick as her little finger, and immediately began the nail ritual. The silver ring began to slowly coalesce, and the previously missing parts were filled in.

But it had nothing to do with nails; it was a ring with a slippery silver membrane in the middle, which was a bit strange... Tia's head was buzzing; she felt that something was off about Jeremiah's ritual.

Anyway, there's no way you can poke it in! That hole is smaller than her little finger, even with lubrication, it definitely won't go in!

Three question mark bubbles appeared above Tia's head.

Jeremiah, is this what you're planning to use me to open the door?

Chapter 322 Holy One! Eleanor of the Foundation

Just as Tia was about to ponder in front of the silver gate, the strange trees around her all laughed.

When the wind blows, they all shake themselves up: the pointed cypress trees, the thick walnut trees, and the low shrubs!

Just moments ago they were sitting neatly in their seats, but now they all gathered around Tia, like audience members on a circular stage, standing up in a row and waving happily to welcome the two stars.

The bolder stones jumped to Tia's feet, looked up prettily, and clapped their hands together as they bumped into each other.

The wind, too, had awakened. It had just blew across the gentle lake surface and, now damp, came to kiss Tia's hair.

Trees are the most passionate.

"Come on! Let's dance, Tia! We're right here, let's dance a duet."

They said happily.

Tia did not respond; she was still thinking about opening the door.

In alchemy, the genitals are indeed referred to as "gateways." But this is the depths of the soul, a reflection of the material world! The soul's gateway can only manifest within the soul itself.

Tia moved her fingers away from the silver door, and a birch tree stretched out its branches, took Tia's raised left hand, and began to sing softly, inviting her to dance.

The stones were joyful.

They all came to dance, jumping high in the air.

"Tia! Come dance! We've been waiting for you for so long—as long as six thousand suns!"

They spoke while jumping around.

Tia's finger, adorned with a silver ring, was grasped by the birch tree, and she began to dance a court dance, while Tia hesitated slightly regarding the illusion.

Illusions are the manifestation of knowledge, the projection of the mind, and the unconscious cheers and shouts of the soul.

In other words, it's Eleanor's spirit reminding her—that makes sense! Peter must have considered Eleanor's weakness; even if Jeremiah played a cruel joke on him, Peter certainly wouldn't.

In other words, in his mind, the ring was a nail, a key!

Could it be that the vulnerability wasn't actually a door?

So--

Tia raised her hand and grabbed the branch. Despite having no dance experience, she began to dance gracefully.

She tentatively asked, "Where is the loophole?"

"It's there!"

The wind brings news, creaking and chuckling.

Tia breathed in unison with the winds and asked doubtfully, "But what should we do?"

"It's right on my body!"

"But I can't find it."

"We're the same!"

Tia stretched out her fingers high, touching her fingertips to the tips of the tall oak tree with its outstretched branches.

The oaks laughed heartily, "It's right there on our bodies!"

"Right here!"

The stones danced.

"It's there!"

The wind sings.

—With a whoosh, Tia twirled her skirt and was pushed by the wind to Eleanor's side.

As Tia approached, she saw a small shrine in the arms of the sleeping beauty.

They all said:

"Tia! Who are you?"

“I am Tia Surf.”

"No, you're not! You're a puppet!"

"No, not dolls, it's a palace!"

"No, not a palace, you are our most adorable little key!"

"Hurry up and pick it up! It's right there!"

"Right there, let's become one!"

"Let's sleep together!"

But the moment she saw the shrine, Tia looked up in a daze.

The key is here! No wonder!

To be precise, the key is her—the ring is the key, and she is also the key.

Because she forgot about this:

The purpose of the nail ritual was to completely fill the hole in Eleanor's soul, so that her originally perfect and complete soul would no longer be attracted to external gods.

So which gods were she attracted to? And which gods did she establish connections with?

The first is, of course, Silver Door, who is almost a mother figure, while the second... is herself as a lover. The most direct example is Eleanor's shrine, which she can hug at any time.

This is something even Jeremiah and Peter probably didn't realize, because their attention, like hers, was entirely focused on the Silver Door, unaware of, or perhaps simply forgotten, that there was this cabbage digging and drilling holes in Eleanor's body...

The winds chuckled and gave Tia a push, causing her to stumble as she danced. With a cute "Aiya!" sound, the girl pressed herself against Eleanor.

As soon as Tia pressed down, the sharp, hard shrine melted into a lump of sweet cream, swirling around the silver ring on Tia's finger.

She immediately removed the ring, and it merged with the shrine, transforming into a glittering silver key!

With the shrine gone, everything that had been blocking Tia and Eleanor was gone. Tia placed her hands on the holy stone surface, and the two of them were less than two fingers apart.

The wind cheered as it blew between the two girls, blowing open Tia's cinched top to reveal her white lace bra, and blowing open Eleanor's robe—the stones all turned away shyly, and the trees rustled as they covered their eyes.

Only the wind is the most mischievous, along with a few bouncy stones, each carrying a tiny silver key.

That's it!

"Become one!"

We all love you!

puff!

The key was inserted into the silver door.

In an instant—a force was coming from the distant other side, echoing Tia's.

Above the altar, the upside-down doll, its soul not yet properly positioned, remained faceless. Only the four sides of its head could be vaguely discerned, each bearing the image of a human, a lion, a calf, and an eagle.

The face suddenly lifted, and four thin lines emitting a shimmering white light shot out from the dark, deep sea. From a distance, they seemed incredibly slow, but in the next moment, they had already flown from the Upside-Down Temple into Eleanor's nightmare.

The four-winged angels guarding the four sides of Eleanor's nightmare were all speechless, but they all held their swords in a defensive posture. However, after noticing the changes in Eleanor's nightmare, none of them managed to cleave the light with a Holy Slash.

Instead, they raised their longswords high in fervor and all began to pray. Even their silent cavities roared with the sounds of a high-pressure boiler exploding, a steam whistle blaring, a steam forging hammer slamming down on a steel billet, and the shouts of craftsmen.

These sounds, when put together, form a loud and resonant "Holy One," "Holy One," which repeats continuously.

If there were a pastor from a church nearby, he would be able to understand the meaning of their prayers.

They are saying:

Holy! Holy! Elinor of the Foundation, Elinor of the Holy, Elinor of the Noble! Princess of the Scepter, Lion of Emerald and Gold!

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"A new life, Eleanor!"

"You're back, Eleanor!"

The moment the sound rang out, Eleanor slowly opened her eyes, looking completely bewildered.

She had no idea what had happened; she only remembered that she was sleeping.

Eleanor looked up and saw Tia on her body, and was even more confused. Her small hands wrapped around Tia's back, not very cleanly, and then she unhooked Tia's bra. Her eyes lit up immediately.

"Oh!"