Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

She got out of bed and went to find Marne to discuss sending Eleanor back. Eleanor followed her closely.

But before Marne could even meet her, she turned around as she stepped outside and encountered a maid specially sent by Princess Catherine. She was a young woman in her early twenties, wearing a red blouse. Judging from her attire, she was probably the illegitimate child of some noble family, sent to the Solomon royal family to serve as a maid.

The waiter said respectfully, “Saint Sulph. Princess Catherine is deeply grateful for your help. If you need any assistance before you leave, please feel free to call me. I’m at the Beetroot Manor; just tell the guards to send Kira over.”

"help......"

Tia paused for a moment, then said, "But if we're talking about help, I'm afraid I need it right now—may I ask if Saint Alexander has any free time at the moment?"

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No. 7 Rue de France, the Emperor's Palace.

Having just finished his audience with Princess Catherine, Alexander, dressed in a judge's robe, was leaving the palace when he turned and saw a white-robed prophet of Sequence Four about to appear. He snorted coldly and left without looking back.

After leaving the palace, Alexander got into the carriage that had been prepared in advance and said, "To the southern part of the city."

The coachman in front twisted the reins and said, "Your Excellency Alexander, Saint Tia Sulph wishes to meet with you."

"Sulph, who inherited the Moon Gazing Tower? What does she want to see me for? I don't think we have any connection. Or is it related to today's events?"

“No, Your Excellency. She wants your help to use the Legislator's Decree spell a few times. This was conveyed by Miss Kira... You should know what that means.”

Alexander grinned; he definitely knew what that meant.

Kira relayed the message, meaning that it was Princess Catherine speaking to him, conveying a request.

Of course, he could refuse, but the court was dependent on the empire and the royal family, so he wouldn't mind helping out and currying favor with the princess.

But the question is: what is that great alchemist, the daughter of the tower, trying to do with the Laws spell?

He really couldn't understand it.

The art of commanding is to make words law and distort reality, but it also has its limits. Anything that violates the extraordinary principles cannot be achieved, anything that exceeds the deepest limits of the ritual master cannot be achieved, resurrection cannot be achieved, and anything that cannot be achieved by other rituals of the same level cannot be achieved either.

She can control spirits, concoct potions, and create extraordinary items all by herself; she doesn't need the Law of Commands at all.

However, even with the Laws of Law, she cannot achieve the goals of advancing to Sequence Two, creating sanctuaries, controlling sanctuaries, or deciphering hidden knowledge.

Alexander shook his head slightly, adjusted his collar, and said, "Not going to the South District, but to the Duke of Beetroot Manor. I want to see what the Daughter of the Tower is up to."

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I've finished writing the paper; one more chapter will be published later.

Chapter 510 Guests on the Great Icefield

At dusk, in the northern part of Evernight Keep, at No. 25 Beetroot Avenue, the Beetroot Duke's Manor.

The manor's collapsed high wall had just been repaired by the superhumans, and now there was a section that was brand new, completely different from the walls on both sides that were covered with ivy and battered by wind and rain.

Inside the manor, it was dinnertime, but both Eleanor and Marn Cullen had replenished their supplies and were preparing to set off for Westerburg on the Great Icefield, unwilling to linger.

Eleanor didn't want to leave; she simply wanted to go to Westerburg with Tia to explore a new map. After all, this place posed little risk to her; if danger arose, she could simply dive down to the temple.

She also relayed Avina's situation to Tia.

Tia was completely confused again.

--elder sister.

She knew that Aviana had appeared in the Great Ice Plains, but she didn't expect her to be so deeply involved. Whether it was the Cyclops Gethsah's title of "Daughter of Pisces" or Princess Katrin's sudden kidnapping when Aviana appeared, everything pointed to Aviana's position in the spirit riot.

Could it be that the final boss she'll face is Aviana?!

Tia was startled at first.

She had never had the experience of pulling each other's hair with Avina; usually, she was the one getting hit. Because Avina was incredibly strong, which now seemed to be because that bastard had long since become a superhuman.

Defeating Avina is a bit tricky for her, but it's not impossible.

After all, there are many people from various countries.

As for Avina's advice to leave quickly, Tia completely ignored it.

Leaving is out of the question. There are so many spirits here, and they're all so pragmatic. It's like she's come home. She won't leave without making a quick buck.

The extraordinary individuals of the Iris Flower were also eager to go to Westburg.

After all, Eternal Night Fortress is Imperial territory, and most of the Iris Flower Transcendents who remained in the Duke's Manor had participated in the suppression of the Mist Moon Rebellion.

Especially Marne!

He himself was one of the planners of the suppression of the Brumaire Rebellion, and with the help of the Constitutional Council, he received a considerable amount of funding from the Glass Palace and the Duke of Chapel in a roundabout way to save the country. This made him live in the Duke of Chapel's mansion, which, while not exactly uneasy, made him feel somewhat awkward.

But he wanted to leave, yet he couldn't refuse Tia's request.

They were only able to leave Nighthold thanks to Tia's favor! Otherwise, the Empire could have kept them in Nighthold until the Great Ice Age crisis ended, just like they had trapped Westerburg...

Immediately, before he could prepare to set off north, Alexander's arrival interrupted his journey.

This is trouble that Sulph got into.

It wasn't until after 8 p.m. that Alexander left the manor, leaving behind three scrolls of gold pages weighing over a kilogram each, his expression complex.

Before leaving Eternal Night Fortress, Tia sat in a chair in the study, holding a white porcelain teacup in her hand, and drank two cups of tea with relish.

Outside the window, the cold wind howled, and snowflakes fell heavily all over the city. Two gas lamps were hung outside the prepared carriage, illuminating the snow. The tall horses pulling the carriage kept pawing at the snow because of the cold, while the coachmen were busy adding thick cotton coats to the horses to keep them warm.

As Tia handed over the teacup, Marn muttered reluctantly, "Holy One, Your Highness, or my respected Witch! Although I know you are from Ansu, your Ansu bloodline is far too pure. You told me this morning that you were going to set off, and I prepared the troops, but you're still here drinking tea!"

Tia looked regretful and said, "Didn't I tell you too early? How was I supposed to know that Alexander would come directly to see me? I thought he would just throw a ritual scroll at me."

"Besides, not everyone in Ansu is inefficient. The National Police Agency and the Army are quite efficient!"

This is the truth.

Even compared to later generations of Earth, the Ansu Police Department and Army were absolutely astonishingly efficient—of course, only in terms of dispatching and evacuation.

These two unfortunate brothers are basically only six in mobility, one in firepower, and one in impact; they're useless except for being fast.

As for the army?

The army's iris-shaped iris, still jokingly referred to as "high-speed moving sanitary napkins"...

Tia didn't waste any words and said directly, "Look, Marn, Mr. Great Inventor. I do have something to attend to. Of course, now that it's resolved, we can set off immediately, but I have another question—can Eleanor be sent back?"

Marn shook his head resolutely and said, "Impossible!"

"Don't you have any sense of public morality, Marn? If Eleanor gets to Westburg, I'm doomed!"

“I don’t know if you’re finished or not, but there are only thirty-odd of us, and we’re thousands of kilometers away from Iris. How can we possibly support Ansu while escorting the Great Guardian back to Mistmoon City? What if something goes wrong—I mean, what if! If the Great Guardian is injured in the Empire, given the current situation between the Empire and Iris, it will be a huge problem!”

"Marn, Elinor even helped you settle the bills you owed in Silver Castle, you need to think this through!"

Marn puffed out his chest and said, "Ha! If you were to use the authority of the Witch to command me, I might give in, but regarding the debts of Silver Castle Financial City, Your Highness, do you know that the one who owes money is the boss now?"

"Besides, this is Princess Ansu. How could we know that Prince Albert doesn't even recognize his own sister! If all else fails, you can let Princess Eleanor return to Silver Castle by herself, but her physical body—Bonaparte—must not be harmed under any circumstances."

The fact that Albert didn't know Eleanor was the most absurd thing to Marn.

Brotherly love and sisterly respect are considered appropriate.

Marn's words made a lot of sense, and Tia couldn't refute them, so she could only try to find a way to take Eleanor to Westerburg.

What about Eleanor?

Only God knows.

Hopefully, she won't get a beating from Her Majesty the Queen with a broom when she gets home...

Just as Marn finished speaking, there was a knock on the door of the study.

A slightly cryptic voice rang out from outside the door: "Your Highness Eleanor! Report!"

Tia narrowed her eyes slightly, and Marn also took a deep breath, not daring to utter a single sound.

Tia pointed to a chair under the bookshelf in the distance, telling Marn to sit down and not to panic, and said in a clear voice, "Eleanor is not here, please come in."

The words had barely left her lips when the study door was pushed open. Standing outside was a guest completely unfamiliar to Tia. He was dressed in a fitted grey suit, wore silver-rimmed glasses, and had a pair of blood-red eyes that gleamed with a reddish light. A document was tucked under his arm. He walked in calmly and said, “Your Highness Eleanor, and Your Excellency Mr. Marn. I am Bloom, Her Highness Katrin’s personal lawyer. Her Highness Katrin is investigating the violent spirits that attacked her. Before you leave, would you be so kind as to allow us…”

As Bloom spoke, he turned his head and looked from under the bookshelf opposite the door at the girl sitting behind the desk with her arms crossed, the red light in his pupils flickering rapidly.

That face looked so familiar! And if he wasn't mistaken about the spiritual energy emanating from it, Bloom swallowed hard and took a slight step back.

Thud!

The door behind him slammed shut without any wind.

Tia remained calm and said, "Eleanor isn't here. But I'm happy to answer your question. Who sent you? A visitor from the deep sea?"

Bloom murmured, "Avina—no, aren't you on the Great Icefield?"

Chapter 511 The Crown Princess's Wrath

No. 7 Fran Street, Yongyebao, the Emperor's Palace, Council Hall.

Katarina gripped the eagle-carved armrest of the throne firmly, her dark eyes sweeping sharply over the two white-robed prophets seated at the end of the throne.

The two were a man and a woman. The male prophet was of mixed Imperial and Celestial descent, exceptionally tall and muscular, estimated to be 2.78 meters tall. His white robe was stretched taut, indicating that he had only recently been transferred there.

The female prophet is Claire of the Prophet branch. Her figure is completely obscured by her long robes, and only her face can be vaguely seen through her hood. She was originally in charge of the Prophet's branch in Coldwater Harbor of the Empire, but was later replaced by "Golem" Amir—the giant prophet who attacked Eleanor's Sanctuary—and was sent to the Great Icefield.

The leading mixed-race prophet stared intently, his deep-set features radiating composure, merely bowing slightly in respect as he said:

“Your Highness, perhaps you still have some reservations, but the Great Prophet has made things very clear. It’s not that we didn’t provide you with reinforcements; on the contrary, from the very beginning we helped the Saint of Alexandria and the Inquisition to position you.”

Claire chimed in, "Your Highness also has the relevant records we submitted; this is no exaggeration."

Katarina glanced at the two composed prophets, calmly tapped the golden eagle-carved armrest, and spoke:

"Is this not an exaggeration?"

"If this isn't a lie, then I'd like to ask how Alexander was lured away to the southern district—and also, Prophet, watch your tone. This isn't your Wisdom Palace, it's the residence of my Solomon Pinnock family. The one speaking to you now is the Father of All Things, who bestows His abundant grace."

"Queen of the Solomon, Regent and Co-ruling Crown Princess of the Empire! Queen of Herod, Queen of the Mountain Tribes, Eldest Daughter of the Pinnock House, Earl of the Northern Palace! Guardian of the Holy Sepulchre and the Hagia Sophia!"

"I have come to ask you! You prophets have disobeyed the king's orders, acted recklessly, colluded with spirits, and wreaked havoc in the Northern Territory. What are you trying to do?!"

If it were just a spirit attack, even if the target was herself, Katrin might not be this angry.

The problem is that during this spirit attack, the Prophet, a traditional ally, not only failed to help but also caused Alexander's death in the southern district.

This time it was just a multi-headed giant serpent.

But once is never enough; this time it was Alexander the Great and the multi-headed serpent. Will the next one be Merlin and the encirclement of spirits?!

Catherine's voice grew increasingly authoritative and indignant, while the half-blooded white-robed prophet, also frustrated, complained, "Your Highness! This matter truly has nothing to do with us. We immediately began our prophecy the moment you were abducted, but the prophecy was blocked."

Katarina sneered, "Even the Faceless Ones Prophet has been blocked?"

"..."

"Only prophets can target prophets! Even the prophecies of the Great Prophet and the four Sequence Four Prophets can be blocked. Hasn't your Wisdom Palace reflected on this properly—or is this really the case?"

Absolutely not!

"If it's not that, then who do you think it is?"

"Yes......"

Just as the half-blooded prophet was about to speak, Claire quickly stopped him, bowing her head and saying, "Your Highness, the Great Prophet is investigating. If we have any news, we will contact you immediately."

"Moreover, we believe the Anzu people are highly suspicious in this matter."

Claire explained, “Three minutes after you were abducted, Tia Sulph, the Saint of Anzu and daughter of the Tower, arrived at Eternal Night Fortress. We believe she is most likely an Anzu….”

"The Ansu people staged this whole thing themselves, didn't they? And you Arabians, when did you learn to turn the tables on us?!"

Catherine snorted coldly and retorted, "Are you saying you couldn't even foresee the arrival of Saint Sulph, an alchemist who has only recently advanced to Sequence Three? Or are you saying she is actually a prophet who has surpassed Sequence Two!"

"Shut up! You Celestials, stop with your petty schemes. I'm still willing to negotiate with you for the sake of the Great Prophet, but if this happens a second time—"

Katarina glanced at the two prophets, and the moment she stood up, the Inquisitor pushed open the door with a loud rumble.

Then Catherine said coldly:

“My injuries are serious. I have no intention of wasting any more time here with you. Go back to the North District.”

There's no room for further discussion now that things have come to this point.