Chapter 404
The Joyous Society had stirred up such a significant upheaval in Beian Su, causing them to lose a substantial number of followers while their religious status hung by a thread. Meanwhile, the Order of the God of Order, eager to become the sole state religion, was watching with keen interest...
If what the girl before him said was true—that not only the royal family and the Order of the God of Order but also the Joyous Society was involved in the assassination of Ashford—then the Church of the Savior Goddess could no longer remain silent and passive.
This was a joint effort to strangle the Church of the Savior Goddess; everyone wanted to feast on its corpse, and remaining silent would only lead to its demise in the shadows.
“Do you have any information on that member of the Joyous Society? The one at the Observer level,” Eleanor asked, looking at the young man before her, Charles.
“My subordinates are looking into it,” Charles replied calmly.
“Good... but I have another request.” Eleanor glanced toward Amy and continued, “The Saintess must stay at the Archbishop’s residence.”
“Why?” Charles inquired.
She knew that it was more dangerous for Amy to remain in her previous location, but Eleanor needed to provide a reasonable explanation.
“Our Saintess is dead.” Eleanor slowly rose, meeting Charles's gaze. “The specific cause of death has not been made public, but I know some details.”
“What details?”
“There was a severe injury to the back of the Saintess's head,” Eleanor said, her voice tinged with barely contained anger, as if this revelation had ignited her fury. “Her brain was taken—completely.”
Taken... her brain?
In an instant, Charles connected the dots between the brain and Windsor's brain.
Both involved a brain...
The Pharos Medical Society and the Order of the God of Order?
There couldn’t be this many coincidences in the world; this was undoubtedly the work of someone from the Order of the God of Order or the Pharos Medical Society.
The Order of the God of Order didn’t have such a plethora of divine beliefs or worship of the Saintess. For Eleanor, she genuinely believed that the Saintess served the divine and sacrificed herself for faith, which is why she would protect the Saintess for the sake of her beliefs.
The god of the Order was merely a symbol, and the so-called Saintess was more like a tool for exploring the otherworld—this was evident from their treatment of the candidate Saintess, Nia.
When the candidate Saintess lost her utility, they didn’t even arrange for a “psychologist” to treat her; they simply sent the half-mad Nia to the Russell family to serve as Avina’s guard.
It’s worth noting that Nia was already 120 years old, meaning that aside from her time with Avina, she had contributed to the Order of the God of Order for over a hundred years... only to end up abandoned in her old age.
“Do you know why Ashford died?” Charles looked at Eleanor, smiling.
“Why?” Eleanor asked.
She only knew that Ashford had died from a viral infection but was unaware of the specific reasons and causes. In Eleanor's eyes, this could very well be the destructive action of the Joyous Society.
Last time, the “Subverter” failed to kill Ashford, so this time they sent the “Source of Chaos” to finish the job.
“He obtained a brain, and during the research process, someone discovered it,” Charles said slowly. “A brain.”
A brain...
Clearly, Eleanor was also making connections.
“How do you know this?” Eleanor quickly pressed.
“Because that brain was sent by me...” Charles leaned back against the chair, stifling a yawn. “That brain came from Professor Eve Lafayette of the Pharos Medical Society, who has some dealings with the Order of the God of Order, and Strong Sound is involved as well.”
“What exactly are you...” If this information was true, it was indeed terrifying and subversive, but what was even more frightening was the intelligence capability of the black-haired girl before her.
“How can you prove this is true?” Eleanor pressed, seeking a definitive answer.
How to prove it? How do I prove what I cut out with my own hands?
“Oh, you can go and bring Princess Windsor here; that brain is still sitting snugly in her skull,” Charles smiled slightly. “If you don’t believe me, you can take a look inside.”
Eleanor took a deep breath, about to say something, but quickly suppressed her anger.
The person across from her had suggested something absolutely unthinkable to verify, clearly indicating a refusal to reason.
But what if the information they provided was true...
The organization behind the girl was definitely not ordinary; their intelligence capabilities exceeded Eleanor's imagination.
“I can only wait for you to find that Observer and capture her before I can confirm the truth of everything,” Eleanor said.
“Of course,” Charles nodded.
Knock, knock, knock—
At that moment, a knock sounded at the door. Eleanor turned her gaze toward the entrance, paused for a moment, then walked over, saying, “Please wait.”
She opened the door to her private prayer room.
Unless it was an emergency, the church attendants wouldn’t knock on her door, as it was her prayer time.
“Your Excellency, the Archbishop, there’s a mute ‘doctor’ at the door who wishes to see you. It seems to be from the Redemption Society; here’s his note...” The attendant handed over a slip of paper.
Eleanor took it, and it contained only a brief message.
【The person has been found】
Eleanor frowned slightly and asked, “Is that mute still there?”
“He’s still waiting at the door.”
“Bring him in directly.”
After saying this, Eleanor partially closed the door and returned to her seat.
“Looks like they’ve found someone...” Charles caught the familiar scent of information, already analyzing the details within.
“Mond von Lien...” Charles closed his eyes, feeling the information contained in the pheromones. “The Order of the God of Order?”
Knock, knock, knock—
Another knock echoed, and a figure cloaked in black robes pushed the door open, closed it behind him, and stood behind Charles.
“You...” Eleanor looked at the impolite “doctor” with displeasure, but as she focused on him, she momentarily froze.
After staring for two seconds, a twisted, horrific figure appeared in her line of sight, causing her to instinctively lean back.
Having lived for so many years and seen countless extraordinary beings afflicted by potions, she had never encountered such a grotesque and horrifying stitched creation.
She realized there was no need to question this so-called “doctor” any further.
The girl named Charles before her had risen from the “coroner,” which explained why her mutation reacted so differently from other “Queen Bees” affected by potions.
“She has emerged, but she’s cautious. It won’t be long before my subordinates are discovered,” Charles opened her eyes, looking at Eleanor. “The answer is right in front of us... do you want to go find her?”
Eleanor gazed at the dark-haired girl before her, silent for a moment, then glanced at Amy beside her.
They couldn’t let this continue... no more Saintesses should suffer such treatment...
So, even though the girl before her was so strange and the organization behind her was so mysterious, Eleanor had to act according to her wishes.
Eleanor would not back down.
Not only because their interests seemed remarkably aligned...
But because Eleanor knew very well that in Ansu City, if she wanted to do something, no one could stop her.
Absolute power could render all schemes laughable... even if the black-haired girl before her was indeed plotting something, with just a moment’s breath, she could bury her.
“Then let’s go.” Eleanor raised her hand to adjust her mask, her voice hoarse as she spoke. “Where is she?”
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PS:
220.5 (overdue) - 1.5 (extra) = 219 (overdue)
I’m just a small fry!
A small fry I may be, but I still hope the hedgehog cat stops acting up; it’s been a mess for me in recommendations.
Wah, wah, wah, I’ll continue with the extra updates tomorrow!
Good night!
Chapter 217: The “Artificial Divine” Project (6575 words)
“Control Isabella to probe around Avina’s side, see if there’s any movement... Also, keep an eye on Lucy; she’s been getting close to Avina and Charles...”
“Yes, Master ‘Poisoner.’”
In the dark alley, the middle-aged man before Mond took his leave, and only after he was gone did Mond let out a slow sigh.
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