Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

Claire and the half-blood prophet exchanged glances, looked at each other helplessly, and then both stood up, bowed respectfully, and left.

Only Catherine, seated on the throne, and the two judges guarding the door remained in the council chamber.

Catherine now has a very bad impression of the Prophet, and of course, not much of an impression of the Anzu either.

However, her impression of Tia changed somewhat.

Because her previous impression of Tia came entirely from the rumors about this great alchemist, daughter of the tower, and successor to Ulrich—and people all over the world, regardless of gender, age, wealth, or social status, share the same hobby: they are always fascinated by other people's private lives.

Therefore, besides the label of "saint," Katrin's impression of Tia was largely based on the "legend" that this girl not only liked girls but was also extremely promiscuous...

However, this time the spirit riot changed Katrin's opinion of him.

Regardless of his character, he at least saved her life. This deserves to be repaid.

Not long after, the two judges guarding the door heard a knock at the door and pushed it open with a bang.

A young girl wearing a red smock entered.

Kira entered the room and immediately lowered her head to touch her chest, not even glancing at the princess. She went straight to Catherine's side, bowed slightly, and said, "Your Highness, the situation at the Beetroot Manor has been resolved."

Catherine raised an eyebrow and asked, "What did Saint Sulph want?"

“She asked the Sage Alexander for four golden scrolls inscribed with the Laws of the Lawgiver. I have already made the arrangements.”

"That's it?"

"That's all, Your Highness."

“Damn it—when did the Ansu people become so content? Does she have some other plans…?” Katrin rubbed her temples and said, “Never mind that. Have you found the Cyclops spirit and the giant snake in the South District?”

"The Sage Alexander confirmed repeatedly that the giant serpent was indeed the multi-headed serpent Palam, which had already fled back to the Great Ice Plains. And the Cyclopes, Gethsah..."

"explain."

"It is suspected to have sunk into the deep sea, and its fate is currently unknown."

"His fate is unknown? Then let's assume he's dead. Have Archmage Merlin prepare to expand the Great Icefield and expel the spirits from its territories. The barbarians are treacherous; the North is already a major threat to the Empire. This is a rare opportunity to intervene in the Great Icefield's affairs, and we absolutely cannot waste it. As for the Prophet..."

Katrin ran her fingers through her hair and rubbed it haphazardly, clearly not wanting to understand.

Those prophets, risking to anger the princess, refused to save her or say a word. What were they up to?

Chapter 512 Avina's Arrangements

"Why does that Crown Princess have such a bad temper..."

"You were so scared when a spirit took you away that you peed your pants the whole way, and you have a bad temper too."

"That's true."

Claire rolled her eyes at the half-blood prophet beside her, then boarded the carriage and immediately returned to the Celestial Society.

The Celestial Hall has four floors in total. The top two floors were originally inhabited by four prophets of Sequence Four, but they have now gone to the Great Icefield with the Great Prophet, the Faceless One, and Dongya Bahram.

On the second floor, there were also some low-ranking prophets and extraordinary individuals from the Assassin's Court transferred from within the country, mainly wielding unsheathed blades, as well as some druids of the Oak Path, but they were quite different from the druids in Anzu who wore plain linen robes and carried oak golden staffs.

These Arabian druids all had long, wavy black hair and handsome features, making it difficult to distinguish between men and women. Their robes were all made of silk and embroidered with a burning sun disc. They also wore short scepters with pomegranate branches hanging from their waists.

A druid was coming downstairs when he saw Claire arrive. He quickly rushed over, drew a sun on his chest, and asked impatiently, "Why did it take you so long to get to the Emperor's palace?!"

Claire said speechlessly, "That prince has such a bad temper; he left us hanging for over half an hour. But we're the ones getting scolded, so why are you so anxious?"

"Oh no! Something's wrong!"

"The Great Ice Age?"

“Both! There’s a problem here at Eternal Night Fortress too! That Pisces woman on the Great Ice Plains is causing trouble again. She just returned to the Great Ice Plains and tore open another rift, sending out a spirit that went straight to Eternal Night Fortress.”

Claire was startled and asked, "Is it still there?"

The druid said, “That’s the problem. He’s not in Evernight Hold right now. Half an hour ago, when you were at the Emperor’s Palace, he infiltrated. Right now, you two Sequence Four prophets are the only ones in the Guild Hall. We received the message too late, and without your help, we tried to contact you, but the Inquisition stopped us. By the time the prophets in the Guild Hall discovered the exact location, He had already escaped!”

"Sincere, fervent, and eternally radiant Father of all things! How did these spirits pinpoint the time so accurately? We are the true prophets!"

As soon as Claire spoke, she immediately understood why—the spirit was backed by Aviana, who was also a prophet. Not only was she a prophet, but she was also a star-map spirit prophet who possessed two star maps.

Avaina's prophetic abilities are not strong on her own; any Sequence 4 prophet in the Wisdom Palace is no less capable than her, and some Sequence 5 prophets are even more technically advanced than her.

Ansu is extremely barren in terms of supernatural power, and it lacks an academy like the Heavenly Wisdom Palace, so Avina can't learn systematic prophetic knowledge at all.

But she had a star chart, which made up for everything.

With two star charts in hand, not to mention Sequence Four, even the Great Prophet Dongya would have to be careful when trying to compete with her in terms of prophetic abilities.

But this poor lady won't be active for long.

As far as she knew, Archmage Merlin was clearing out the outer spirits, and Ansu was also helping out. As for Tia Sulph—her attitude was still unknown, after all, she was Avina's sister.

But she probably wouldn't dare to stand directly on the side of the spirits, as that would be a complete betrayal of humanity.

In this way, the ritual on the Great Icefield can be rebuilt quickly, and once the ritual is activated, Aviana will be doomed.

Claire felt pity and regret for Avina, but had no intention of helping or rescuing her.

Then she asked, "And what about the spirit? Where is it located?"

The druid rambled on, "Now? Who knows now! He was at the Beetroot Duke's Manor before he ran away."

"The Duke of Chapel's ancestral home...this is a bit of a problem."

"Huh? What's the trouble?"

"Priest, this is not something you should be asking about."

Claire retorted mercilessly, leaving the druid speechless and utterly speechless.

Avina, the Pisces girl, the stolen star chart of destiny—these are things that only those at Sequence Four or higher, or those who hold high-ranking positions, know to some extent about.

Fate is unpredictable, and the more people know about it, the greater the changes become. Prophets are very conscious of keeping quiet about this matter.

Claire's main concern was that Avina's aim was to contact her sister, Tia Sulph, who had just ascended to the position of Saint.

She immediately went to the ritual room on the third floor to prepare for meditation, calming her mind to capture any clues about Tia.

Unfortunately, nothing was gained.

Sequence Four's prediction of the saint's abilities was somewhat presumptuous, so Claire quickly turned her attention to the Iris's reinforcements.

Claire then drifted off into a daze again.

Her gaze pierced through the wall and she saw a caravan hundreds of kilometers away in the snow, with a dozen or so carriages lined up in a row, each with a gas lamp hanging on its side, swaying in the night like a string of pearls.

—They were all a step too late.

At this point, both the Iris and the Ansu people had left.

Just right.

This coincides with the time they were delayed at the emperor's palace.

It was as if the goddess of fate had plucked the strings of a harp, and the notes were played just right.

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At this very moment, at the edge of the frigid zone in the heart of the Great Icefield, the towering icebergs resemble tombstones standing in a pristine white cemetery.

Avina leaped swiftly along the side of the tombstone on the iceberg. In the sky, a crimson ball of light, trailing its glow like a falling meteor, slid past the multi-headed giant serpent Palam, which was coiled on the iceberg, and crashed down beside Avina, scattering into a flowing, crimson aura.

Avina tensed instantly, ready to set up the ritual, but upon seeing the spiritual characteristics, she exclaimed in astonishment, "Bloom? Didn't I tell you to go to Evernight Keep to find Gethsas? Where is Gethsas? And when did you start liking humanoids?"

Avina glanced at the older sister spirit with gold-rimmed glasses, exquisitely beautiful face, wearing a gray tight-fitting suit, high and firm chest, and straight and long legs, exuding a strange feeling, and her expression immediately turned strange.

"You have this kind of fetish? I remember your personality was never associated with lust..."

Standing there, completely transformed into an office lady, Bloom looked terrified and said with lingering fear, "Don't even mention Gesas! I almost didn't make it back!"

"Can you help me figure out what this thing is?!"

"WTF?"

"My spirit! My spirit has been forcibly fixed in this shape!"

The moment Avina reached out, her hand, from her five fingers to the base of her palm, melted instantly. There was no blood, only a silvery, mercury-like mass that flowed. The next moment, it crackled into sharp spikes and pierced through Bloom's chest.

Bloom grunted.

Swish!

Avina pulled out the spikes, shook her arm, and her hand returned to normal. She frowned and said, "Holy crap, what kind of ritual is this? What the hell did you run into?"

I've run into you!

"Did you drink too much seawater?"

"It's you! You look almost exactly like me! Do you have a twin? An alchemist, a Saint of Sequence Three!"

Bloom said with lingering fear, "Back then, I used a bunch of information to locate Duke Beetroot's Manor, which is where Gethsah was last seen. And that's where I met you!"

"Where did I get twins from...?"

Avina was about to deny it when she suddenly stopped.

No, she isn't a twin, but she does have a younger sister.

"Tia! She's a Sequence Three?"

"What's the situation with Nagoss now?!"

Chapter 513 Two Traps

Avina muttered to herself several times, "So that's how it is."

She knew Tia had arrived at the Great Ice Plains when she was in the Evernight Fortress, and that their fates were intertwined.

Regardless of the fact that they are sisters born of the same mother, Tia's journey to the extraordinary was all arranged by Avina: the "Book of Hearthfire" from the Great Library was stolen and circulated in the trading network of the Deep Sea Nightmare.

However, most extraordinary individuals showed little interest in it, simply because it was an original manuscript that no one could understand. Except for Avina, who had occasionally glimpsed Tia writing in cryptic language.

After Avina obtained this alchemical tome, she originally intended to find a way to decipher it for her own use. However, fate took an unexpected turn. Firstly, it was quite unsafe for her to work in Silver Castle, where the Pope resided, and to possess this tome. Secondly, she was at the fourth stage of the ascension sequence and needed to leave Anzu and stay away from Avalon to complete her ascension ceremony.

So she foresaw Tia's future and, as if by magic, threw it into the hands of the transformation surgeon "Canaan Ogre," whom Tia would inevitably encounter on her path to the extraordinary.

This is a farewell gift.

With such a deep bond, predicting each other's positions and status should have been quite easy. But Avina completely failed back then.

Looking back now—it seems that Tia has already completed her advancement to Sequence Three! Her soul is completely immersed in the extraordinary elements, and her fate is no longer as clear as it used to be.

Avina glanced at Bloom, a hint of nostalgia in her voice, "Then it seems to be Tia. But I've never heard of this method of forcibly shaping and controlling a spirit's form before, so I can't help her—did she mention me?"

Bloom exclaimed, “Mentioned you? Of course! Of course! They kept mentioning you, and even asked what you were doing!”

"You already said it?"

Avina's tone turned cold.

"What the hell could I say, you son of a bitch Sulph! Your ritual sealed my mouth shut. But that was a Sequence Three Saint, who could crush me with a single finger! I almost died there!"

"What did Tia say?"

"Tia, what Tia?"

"Ok?"

Bloom said bitterly, "She calls her Robinson and you Friday! She said, 'How did you end up living like a savage on the Great Icefield?' And she asked me to tell you that she's taken that spirit."

Avina: ? ? ?

What is all this nonsense?

Avina didn't understand Tia's thought process, but she did understand that Gesas had been captured by Tia.

Fortunately, it ended up in Tia's hands.

It's better than falling into the hands of the prophet.

As for seeking help from Tia...

Avina wasn't feeling well; there was no need to drag Tia down with her for her own sake. Besides, she'd already married a princess!

After extracting all the information from Bloom, Avina gritted her teeth and didn't linger. She quickly leaped across the icebergs, heading towards the outer edge of the ice field.