Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

After all, academic qualifications are not only academic proof, but also a matter of prestige, while Tia has a legitimate title—and it was awarded by the Queen, not inherited, so it carries a high degree of authority.

The Anti-Suppression Bureau has always been adept at flattering its superiors.

Anne waved her hand and said, "It's okay. I don't have a clergymanship, so I don't need to take courses like scholastic philosophy and the essentials of theology. Besides, it's not a big deal if I fail a course or drop out."

Tia nodded a few times, feeling that those stereotypes from her past life couldn't be applied rigidly.

Lesbians don't necessarily face educational discrimination. Besides, even on Earth, she knows of a female band from a vocational school where all members dropped out and engaged in inappropriate relationships.

It's hard to say.

Anne got up, put her hands behind her back, and paced back and forth. She looked up at the stairs to the second floor and exclaimed in surprise, "Vera is still studying upstairs?"

Tia laughed and said, "Because we're trapped in the big problem of losing our jobs if we don't study hard."

"Vera could easily leave the church and work independently, right?"

“Theoretically, of course, it’s possible. But doing that would make her seem unlike Vera, wouldn’t it?”

"It seems so."

Anne nodded in deep agreement.

In her memory, Vera, or rather Miss Snow Salt, was someone who was extremely lazy and lazy in everything she did, except for two things where she was exceptionally diligent and persistent.

One is the pursuit of the extraordinary, and the other is the belief in the Father of all things.

As for the former, we can see it from Vera's risky decision to become a ship's priest on a long-distance scientific expedition in order to advance to Sequence 7.

As for the latter...

She attended church every week without fail, and whenever she was in New York, she would be seen in the confessional at Notre Dame Cathedral on her days off, receiving confessions and guidance. Although she always complained during her intensive internship at the Fog Harbour Church, she never missed a single day.

It sounds simple, but it's actually quite difficult to do – and there's absolutely no reward in it.

Annie was deeply impressed by this persistence alone.

Although Vera likes to sleep naked in her bedroom, and sometimes forgets that her breasts are too big when she is home alone in winter and wears a sweater without a bra, resulting in some light showing, and also likes to stay up late at night to read erotic comics and magazines, and also likes to read strange and embarrassing novels, and when she gets excited, she will chuckle strangely with the blanket between her legs, she is truly a super good nun with a firm faith!

This is how Anne views Vera, though of course, the fact that she goes to church and the confessional might be related to her being kicked out of the house by Isabella...

Not long after, around three or four in the afternoon, Tia noticed that the area around Crown Street 16 was becoming lively.

Eleanor is back.

But Eleanor's security detail has been strengthened again!

Eleanor had just returned from school. Because of the curse, which was suppressed by Tia, her initially aloof and icy face had evolved into one that looked like a machine, with an undisguised expression of discomfort on her face.

Nothing more!

Because of Albert's brother, she suddenly found herself surrounded by many, many more people!

hateful.

How can she go and kiss Tia now?

The curse is a double-edged sword. Now that it's been suppressed, Eleanor probably has a sense of shame now, unlike before when she was vague and didn't understand its meaning.

A little, but not much.

After dinner, the four of them took showers and went back to their respective bedrooms to prepare for bed.

As soon as Eleanor entered the bedroom, the Royal Guards around her shifted their gaze from 16 Crown Street and rested in the grass and bushes surrounding the villa, awaiting orders.

Eleanor entered the bedroom, closed the door, and went to the bathroom. Her master bedroom had an ensuite bathroom, so Eleanor usually showered in her own bedroom.

After Eleanor finished washing, the sound of running water subsided.

Step, step, her.

The girl dried herself off, then walked to the bedside in her slippers. She lay down on the bed with her legs dangling in the air, and the slippers naturally slipped off, revealing her fair, slightly pink arches.

As I lay there, I started thinking about calling Tia, but—

Eleanor frowned in confusion.

The call was not connected.

Eleanor got up and walked barefoot to the door.

Click.

The door was pushed open, and the corridor was pitch black except for a light coming from Vera's bedroom in the distance.

Eleanor nodded.

Wow, Vera is so hardworking.

Then he looked in all directions.

He immediately looked away and gazed at Tia's room.

Eleanor, still in her pajamas, went to the door, turned the key, and picked up a strand of platinum hair, inserting it into the keyhole. Instantly, she began the ritual, and the hair transformed into an irregular, steel-hard, dark blue thorn.

With another "click," the door opened.

His blood-red eyes peered through the darkness at the sleeping girl on the bed, and the little princess was once again lost in confusion.

　The soul... is not here.

Chapter 342 Jeremiah's Invitation

Iris, Fogmoon City, Gold River Hotel in the Castle District.

Tia planned to come here first to check out the situation in Mistmoon City, since she was going to Iris City in two months.

Although Bernice and Eleanor withdrew from Iris several months ago, the Broken Gold River Hotel remains Ansu's base of operations in Fogmoon City.

Tia's doll was also placed in a hotel suite on the third floor.

Thanks to Vera's meticulous application of lubricant to the doll's joints, Tia was able to move freely after projecting her soul into the doll.

But as soon as she opened her eyes and pushed open the door to the living room, she encountered an uninvited guest.

Brigitte Montlima, the former head of the Montlima family and the king of freight in Fogmoon City, was currently reading a large volume of erotic books that she had found in Vera's bedroom, laughing heartily.

Nogi, standing nearby, felt embarrassed and carefully held the fruit plate, muttering things like, "Miss, isn't it inappropriate to do this in someone else's home?"

Hearing the commotion from the bedroom, Brigitte put down her book, clapped her hands, and said slyly:

"Nogi, what are you saying? Quickly welcome our Great Guardian."

"A round of applause for the return of our great Mademoiselle Frynn Bonaparte!"

Tia: "......"

What the hell are you doing in my living room?

Castle Law, please! Castle Law, please save us!

Brigitte tucked a strand of silver-gray hair behind her ear with her little finger and stared at Tia, saying, "How about it? Surprised?"

"You didn't expect that, did you? I made a special trip back from the horse farm outside the city these past few days to pay my respects to you, my great guardian, or rather, the miracle of alchemy, our doll lady?"

Tia said expressionlessly, "Who asked you?"

Brigitte's voice choked.

Good, good, good, a whole series of punches have hit cotton.

Nogi quickly bowed and apologized, "I'm so sorry, Miss Bonaparte! My young lady's horse ranch caught fire and burned down. After entering the city, she went to Lord Jeremiah for help, and it was only then that he recommended this place for her to take refuge..."

"Nogi, what are you talking about! Seeking refuge? Do you think I'm afraid of my two useless brothers?"

"Those two damn bastards dared to kill my horse. They better pray that the shipyard on the Boliu Coast won't go bankrupt until next year, or they can expect to be dealt with by me ahead of time!"

Brigitte thought she had hidden it well, but while she was having Nogi apply medicine to her buttocks that night, the horse farm caught fire.

Although the fire was small and quickly brought under control, it undoubtedly showed that her presence had been exposed to the Montreal family.

This completely ruined her plan to hide until the end of the year and deal with her two brothers.

Her original plan was quite simple.

The Montellima family were freight giants in Mistmoon City and even Iris City, but unlike smaller freighters who preferred fast sailing ships, the Montellima family preferred steamships.

This is because the canals that ocean voyages to the east and north need to pass through are narrow, and sailing ships have strict requirements for wind direction and waterway, making it difficult for them to pass.

However, steamships also had problems, namely, they increased the cost of coal fuel.

To stabilize her cost structure, Brigitte cleverly not only expanded the shipyard but also invested heavily in coal futures to hedge against fuel prices. After faking her death, she used her connections in the Silver Mist Border Region to gradually recover these futures contracts.

According to intelligence from her uncle, Lost, the governor of the border region, the main source of Iris Flower's coal imports—the clans of the Great Icefield—have reached a cooperation agreement with the Empire, and starting at the end of the year, almost all of their coal will be exported to the Empire.

Although the authorities are seeking cooperation with the mountain tribes and kingdoms, those dwarves are fighting amongst themselves and are in complete chaos. Goods shipped within the country are often robbed, let alone exported.

The Iris Army certainly has enough fuel, but as for market supply, that's another story.

This is followed by rising prices for iron ore and steel, and declining profits will certainly not be pleasant for shareholders.

This was also her first step in returning to Montreal, where she would thoroughly purge the opposition within her family who were targeting her, accusing them one by one and expelling them from the power structure.

Then......

A great fire burned away Brigitte's dream of becoming the Dragon King.

Tia retorted, "So you came here to take refuge?"

"This is called conserving energy and preparing for action. Do you understand?"

Brigitte chuckled a few times, not wanting to pay any attention to Tia, and asked, "I haven't asked you yet, should I call you Furnessa Bonaparte, or Miss Director of the Anti-Corruption Bureau?"

"It's all right."

"Tsk, this is really tough to deal with."

Bridget gave a soft hum and said bluntly, "It wasn't Jeremiah who sent me. Jeremiah recommended Scarlett to me, and Scarlett recommended this place to me."

"The director of the Anti-Extermination Bureau became the great guardian of the Iris, and the commissioner of the Anti-Extermination Bureau became the ruler of the Mist Moon."

Brigitte clapped her hands and laughed, "But as a businesswoman, I'd be happy to see it happen."

Tia asked in surprise, "Aren't you a complete traitor? Are all you Iris Flower people like this?"

"What are you saying? It's as if the people of Ansu wouldn't betray their country."

“You haven’t run into any problems yet, have you? Besides, Jeremiah knows all about this, so why should I be worried if he’s not? The day you’re exposed as spies and make the headlines, I’ll naturally take action.”

Tia was somewhat grateful, "You saved me?"

Brigitte chuckled: "Report it."

Tia: "......."

That's a true fence-sitter.

Brigitte stood up and pushed back her chair. "Oh, right, Jeremiah wants to see you. Come with me later."

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"President! This is the case file for the arson case. Scarlett's administration just sent it over."

"Please put it aside for now. Milke, please have a seat."

Jeremiah sat at the long banquet table, slowly poured himself some black tea, and nodded and smiled at former Minister Milke.

Milke sighed, sat down, and said, "You really don't intend to do anything about it? This isn't just a matter for the Montreal family."

"Have the prophets arrived as well?"

“That’s right. Those two stupid brothers from the Montreal family believed the nonsense from the prophets who promised to open the Grand Canal to the East for the Montreal family.”

"It was expected. After all, they have the same qualities as Brigitte, but not the same vision."

Jeremiah laughed, "Let's not talk about that now, Milke. On the contrary, didn't you already plan to withdraw from the conflicts in Fogmoon City? Why are you back?"

"I'm still worried."

Milke hesitated and said, "Old Kamas has already taken over the potion business. After I finish dealing with this, I'll take the train to the North to retire."

"O prophets..."

Jeremiah shook his head, chuckled a few times, and looked towards the entrance of the banquet hall. "I can only hope that our Great Guardian will be able to protect her country well."