Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

Tia is very familiar with this rabbit doll.

This isn't a prop for cosplaying Sora, but rather her piggy bank. The rabbit has a long seam on its back, where she stuffs the coins she and Aviana swindle into it. When Aviana goes to school or something, she cuts the rabbit open.

Her spirituality is still restricted, but it has been greatly reduced compared to the sanctuary, and she can now use the extraordinary qualities imprinted on her soul more easily.

Even some Sequence Nine rituals were performed by her with no effort whatsoever.

Without a doubt, this was the work of Barregues.

After learning about the Trial of Trials from Tia, she knew that Bylegas would definitely make his move here.

The reason is simple: the "Triple Trial" is tied to the "Promotion Ceremony" and the "Nightmare." Once you fall after passing through the Goat Gate, you will fall into the Nightmare to undergo the Promotion Ceremony.

But within nightmares, there are no nightmares.

Nightmares are already slices of history—even if the historical figures in the nightmares were to dive deep, it would still be an illusion woven by the nightmares, just as the Sanctuary forcibly confused Tia's cognition, making her imitate ordinary people.

The participants in the ritual, the souls from the material world, who enter the nightmare, will find that their deep-dive ritual is completely ineffective.

If Bylegesse were to weave a double nightmare in the Trial of Trials, mimicking the phenomenon of "falling into a nightmare," it would resonate perfectly with the mechanical consciousness of the Sanctuary, and the resistance she faces in weaving the nightmare would be greatly reduced.

And Tia's first thought was:

"It's been completely opened..."

No wonder that "historian" hadn't made a move for so long. It wasn't that the flow of time inside the sanctuary was different from that in reality, but rather that he had spent seven or eight days thoroughly searching through her history as a native of New York City in the deep sea.

It's fortunate that her memories on Earth don't belong to the "history" of this world.

Otherwise, she would probably have to go back to Earth to face the inhumane projects and the mentors who treat students like beasts of burden, which would truly be a "nightmare".

To specifically dig out her history from the deep sea and then weave a nightmare for her is simply wishful thinking.

If this holy site has an owner, or if Tia's ascension ceremony is protected by an apostle, then Byragis will be in deep trouble.

However, this unclaimed sanctuary provided her with the perfect conditions to perform at her best.

"Last time was just an appetizer for you to practice on, so what are you planning to do this time, Bylegas?"

Tia looked up at the sky and muttered to herself.

No one responded.

There were only the sounds of children's laughter and the not-so-pleasant voices of adults.

“Madam Dean! Councilor Ramat came with good intentions; he just wants to raise a girl! Let me tell you, because you disagree with this, our town's funding has been reduced!”

"But, but isn't this against the rules? There's no legal precedent for this, and Representative Ramat just recently adopted several boys and girls..."

"Then he's dead."

The portly mayor, puffing on his pipe, said helplessly, "You know, those big shots are all in a precarious mental state. As for the law, it just doesn't permit it, it doesn't prohibit it."

The elderly headmistress, her hair streaked with gray, said worriedly, "But we can't send Avina! She's a bright child, still in school..."

"What do you mean by going to school? Isn't Avina just that little thief who can read?"

The mayor took two impatient puffs of his cigarette, exhaled a smoke ring, and said, "Besides, Councilor Ramat is an educated man. Avina might even be able to read there!"

Ah, this...

Tia was at a loss for words—she knew this councilor; in reality, Ramat hadn't adopted Avina, but had adopted a boy named Roland from the next town.

Six months later, he was castrated by the child he had adopted and used as a male prostitute, and bled to death.

If they were to adopt Avina... Tia has no idea how quickly that senator would die.

The last person to dare threaten Avina like that was the mayor, who tried to expel Tia and Avina from the orphanage and make them homeless by using the fact that they were starving and stealing potatoes from his house. As a result, the next day he woke up and made pig-like noises.

Because there was a sharpened dagger right next to his right ear, polished to a gleaming shine.

The mayor looked at the dean and emphasized again, "Madam, you don't have a choice now! Councilor Ramat and his assistant are outside. I've heard that the assistant is a wizard!"

Immediately, the portly mayor, who was smoking a pipe, noticed Tia staring at him and said with even more annoyance, "What are you looking at! Kid! You have a problem with that? If you do, I'll send you there too!"

“Have some patience with the children, Mayor.”

Outside the door, a middle-aged man dressed in a tailored suit, wearing a top hat, and leaning on a cane walked in with a playful tone: "This is Avina's sister?"

The mayor quickly took off his pipe and said obsequiously, "Your eye is truly sharp, Your Excellency! This is Avina's sister, Tia. Both of them are fine prospective daughters."

"Ha! That's great!"

Ramat looked at Tia, who was lost in thought, and smiled, "How about we make a bet? If you can earn one hundred gold pounds in ten days, I'll go to the next town and find someone else to adopt you."

The elderly headmistress quickly said, "Sir! This is just a child who hasn't even reached adulthood yet, earning one hundred gold pounds in ten days..."

Ramat put a finger to his lips and laughed, "Of course! If our young lady feels she can't earn enough, I can help. But our young lady will need to pay a price and come to me in person to talk to me."

"Alright, let's go."

The superhuman assistant who had been silent behind Ramat gave Tia a deep look, picked up the box, and turned to leave.

Tia stood there lost in thought. When she first arrived in Ansu, her life was extremely unstable, and she was always on edge, constantly feeling like she was being watched by enemies.

It turned out to be the case.

"Creating illusions, rewriting history, creating nightmares, manipulating people's hearts. What a twisted sense of humor, Barragas."

—This is the nightmare that the historian specifically designed for her.

It was her deepest fear during her childhood.

Chapter 385 I Have Witnessed

Just like being warned by an adult as a child, "Children shouldn't interrupt," and still having a phobia of talking to elders as an adult.

The anxieties about the environment and the worries about her future were things that had taken root deep in Tia's heart since childhood.

Ansu is not a good place.

Look at the child laborers in the relief center who are sometimes hungry and sometimes full!

Even though the welfare home in Deepwater Town was in slightly better condition, her daily meals consisted of nothing more than two thick porridges of black bread mixed with potatoes and turnips.

Unlike when she was an adult—Tia at least had an identity recognized by the Ansu Order, enough strength, a healthy body, and sufficient knowledge, while she was still a child and didn't even have the ability to resist this environment.

If anything changes, such as the orphanage going bankrupt or offending a powerful figure, she and Avina will immediately be in dire straits.

Putting aside the childhood filter, for little Tia, who had only recently arrived in Ansu from Earth, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call this harsh environment a hellish experience.

Even when she's working on a construction site, at least her personal safety is guaranteed!

But in Ansu, there was nothing.

While her older sister Avina and her childhood friends weren't as anxious as she was, it was precisely this ignorance of their tragic situation that made Tia's memories so vivid and terrifying.

Barragas cleverly and maliciously exploited this, designing this nightmare specifically for her.

Tia looked up and gazed into the distance at the departing councilor Ramat and his superhuman assistant beside him—the King of Sequence 7.

Barrygues certainly knew that a child in an orphanage could not possibly save up one hundred pounds in ten days.

Barragas must also know that Tia is particularly afraid of or disgusted by this pressure, and that she has a very good relationship with her sister Avina.

There are only two possible outcomes for her.

Alternatively, find Lamat and sacrifice yourself to secure Avina's freedom.

Either kill Lamat, but then be casually killed by the Sequence 7 king next to him, and watch Aviana be adopted.

Or, worst of all, do nothing.

No matter what you do, no matter how hopeful you are, no matter how actively you try to change things, you will inevitably fall into a tragic ending, watching helplessly as your loved ones are destroyed, or giving in to fear, and then the shadow in your heart spreads rampantly.

Even Barrygate could easily make her save up ninety gold pounds, then use her expert "slashing the price" skills on Pinduoduo to keep her wanting it but unable to get it, until she finally succumbs to the shadow of her inner fear.

This is the "tragic dilemma" that Barragice meticulously designed to dismantle her soul.

--but.

Bylegas chose the wrong opponent and underestimated her will and determination.

Since she could fill a whole box with explosives under her bed, she naturally wouldn't have the determination to fear death.

Besides, this is just a nightmare!

The black rabbit doll in Tia's arms was burning fiercely, and tongues of fire darted out from under her white dress, rapidly heating up under her extraordinary transformative abilities, flicking their tongues like serpent demons attacking from hell.

The spirituality exploded at that moment; the coins inside the doll ignited and flew into the blood with each breath, turning into specks of light.

—The Golden Fire!

immediately.

A great fire broke out!

The fiery snake flew out and tore at Senator Ramat's back, exploding with a loud "boom," instantly turning the frail senator into shattered pieces of blood.

The moment he noticed this, the assistant swiftly took the elephant gun, loaded it, and chanted the legislator's extraordinary ability to "make his words law" with rapid and repeated omissions.

With a loud bang, the bullet pierced through Tia's chest, sending her flying through the air like a discarded rabbit doll.

But the golden flames continued to burn relentlessly, igniting the carpets and curtains of the orphanage before spreading to the wooden roof and walls.

Whether it was the mayor, the director, the councilor, the assistant, the children in the welfare home, the possible older sister, or even herself, Tia showed no mercy.

Before Tia's eyes was a crimson blur, flames and blood blurring together, indistinguishable from each other.

Amidst the flames, Tia was flung into the air by the force of the bullets, and said, word by word, "I'm watching you, Barragas!"

Her body crashed to the ground.

................

boom!

The next moment, Tia's fingers gripped the winding stair railing tightly.

Ahead was pitch black; the space felt like a stretched rubber band or putty, utterly bizarre. There was no sound of Jeremiah behind her either. Hearing a loud thud, she whirled around and realized Tia wasn't on the stairs on the first floor at all.

Behind her was a stone door with a ram's head carved in relief, which slammed shut.

As she closed the door, she could still vaguely see the difference between the reliefs on the front and back of the stone door: in front of the stone door was a bowed lamb, and behind the stone door was a demonic goat head with coiled horns.

Looking up at the top of the stairs, lights come on one by one, illuminating the stone walls on both sides, revealing portraits that seem to be speaking.

The paintings with copper frames all feature Tia's face, but at different ages. There are even dolls like Frynn Bonaparte and special faces like Scarlett, with whom she had linked through sensory sharing.

All of Tia Sulph were whispering among themselves.

"The road ahead is very dangerous."

"Watch out, it's me! Barragas is waiting for you."

"Why don't we leave first and return to the temple to discuss this further? The situation here is too strange."

“For I know that the Spirit of the Holy Spirit is in you, and no mystery will trouble you. But here will be a great fire that will burn your altars and swords that will cut down your idols and offer your flesh and blood as a burnt offering.”

"Don't go any further."

Tia paused, knowing the source of the sounds.

Like mystical visions, these voices flowed from her soul, warnings from her subconscious.

But she did not stop there. After strolling upstairs as if in a garden, a stone door with a relief of a sleeping lion slowly opened.

Behind the stone gate was a workshop, with books piled up on the floor in a mess, while the tables and chairs were empty.

The layout looks very familiar—because this is the living room of 405 White Oak Street, North Harbor, New York.

Step inside.

Tia's figure and appearance have been restored from that of a toddler to that of an adult girl.

I just entered the living room.

The young woman relaxed and pulled out a chair, a slight smile playing on her lips. She said, "—Ms. Barragès Alcmene. We can talk face to face now."

"I already know what you're trying to do."

Chapter 386 Fearless

At a depth of 4100 meters, a dazzling array of lights is illuminating the deep, dark sea.