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Bernadette reined in her terrifying aura from before, and her almost ethereal, lashless eyes also subtly retracted. She asked softly, "How did you know that name?"
Seeing Sharron still silent, Bernadette added in a relaxed tone, "I have no ill intentions. I just want to seek an answer, and I don't want to harm anyone."
Then, her tone shifted: "As far as I know, there are two of you, right? Through you, I can find the location of the other person. Since you know my identity, you should know that I am not exaggerating."
"Let me guess, is he with the person who told you this name?"
Sharron's heart sank, then she thought of her current predicament and her teacher's state. She exhaled slowly and began to speak:
"I hope you keep your promise. I only recently learned the title 'Lord of Order' from an honorific name I had never heard before."
"A few days ago, my teacher used her last bit of strength to kill the pursuers. After escaping to Caesar Port, the person who told me the honorific name helped us escape the search."
"That person told me that after chanting that honorific name, there would be a chance to help my teacher recover and to resist Suah."
Bernadette's eyes flickered slightly, and she did not press further, changing the subject:
"Judging by your appearance, you probably haven't chanted that honorific name yet. Your current situation is not optimistic. The Rose School of Thought is currently entangled with the Life School of Thought, which is why last time it was only a Sequence 5 Wraith pursuing you."
"But the appearance of the remaining power of the Temperance Faction leader last time has shifted some of the Rose School of Thought's attention. This time, the pursuit will not be so simple."
Sharron's expression grew serious as she looked at Bernadette, then after a moment of silence, she said:
"Your Majesty, what should I do?"
Bernadette smiled, and the surrounding environment suddenly changed. Sharron, in a daze, found herself in a spacious secret room. Emerald green pea vines hung down, and Bernadette sat on a swing made of vines, speaking slowly:
"A trade: you chant that honorific name, and I want to establish contact with that existence through you. I will be responsible for ensuring your safe departure from the Southern Continent."
After half a moment of contemplation, Sharron finally nodded. Looking at a section of vine that stretched out, she reached out and took the various spiritual materials placed on it.
Sharron stood in the corner, and following the standard ritual procedure, lit candles and burned precious essential oils and common herbal powders.
A hazy, ethereal atmosphere spread out. Sharron recalled the content of the note, lowered her head, and began to meditate, repeatedly chanting the honorific name of "Lord of Order."
"Origin and Shadow of Order;"
"Great Emperor of the Chaos Kingdom;"
"Lord of Order Who Holds the Rules;"
...
In the monotonous, rhythmic sound, Sharron gradually entered a wondrous state. Her body was relaxed and introverted, as if in slumber, yet her spirituality was lively and light, constantly spreading outwards.
Empress Borough, Backlund, the luxurious villa of the East Tucker Family.
Aaron was reading the drafted "Proposal for the Establishment of the Kingdom Atmospheric Pollution Investigation Committee" when he suddenly heard layers of supplicating voices.
"It's a female voice, not Louise's voice. Is it Sharron?" Aaron quickly made a judgment, remembering the task he had given Sid at the last meeting, and had some guesses.
Putting down the document in his hand, Aaron went to the cubicle, skillfully set up a ritual, and arrived at the Nation of Disorder.
Inside the magnificent palace shrouded in dark gold mist, Aaron sat on the deepest throne, looking at a pulsating prayer light point below.
Through the layers of light curtains, Aaron saw a lady wearing a complex and exquisite black Gothic court dress and a small black soft hat, who was indeed Sharron.
And beside her, on a swing made of vines, Bernadette, wearing a lady's shirt with a lace floral bow tie, had her "Eyes of Mystery Prying" appear before her, looking around.
"Bernadette? How is she with Sharron?"
Without thinking further, Aaron beckoned to draw the black emperor card into his body, abandoning the idea of pulling Sharron into the Nation of Disorder, and condensed a ball of light, throwing it into the prayer light point.
Sharron, who was closing her eyes and softly chanting the honorific name, suddenly felt as if she had fallen into a dream. She dreamed of boundless dark gold mist, of a throne located in the deepest part of a magnificent palace, and of a detached figure sitting on the throne, looking down on everything.
A majestic and indifferent voice echoed in Sharron's heart:
"Every Friday at 12 PM Loen time, find an undisturbed environment and attend the gathering."
Just as Sharron was about to speak, everything shattered and disappeared. When she opened her eyes, she saw a pair of cold eyes filled with various symbols and no eyelashes, but they vanished in an instant.
For that one moment, Sharron was stiff, without thought, like a marble statue sitting there.
Bernadette grunted, and her "Eyes of Mystery Prying" shattered. Large areas of distorted, chaotic marks appeared on Bernadette's body, her pupils were somewhat unfocused, and only one image remained in her mind.
In the boundless dark gold mist, a lashless, chaotic eye appeared.
Under the instinct for survival, a pair of ethereal, holy wings unfolded behind Bernadette, her mythical creature form expanding. The falling white feathers prevented further erosion by some invisible pollution, yet she could not escape it.
This was the "Ugly Duckling" from fairy tale magic. It allowed Bernadette to display an incomplete mythical creature form while remaining conscious, twice a day, for fifteen seconds each time.
Her pure white wings vibrated slightly. Sharron, who was still in a dazed and unfocused state, seemed to be covered by a veil, vaguely existing between illusion and reality. Bernadette quickly recovered her clarity from the chaos, feeling the bone-deep pollution on her body.
Without hesitation, as a Sequence 3 Clairvoyant, Bernadette decisively chose the most effective countermeasure from her spiritual feedback.
Bernadette maintained her mythical creature form while extending her right hand, quickly outlining one star-studded word after another in mid-air.
These words, seemingly containing infinite mysteries, quickly intertwined into strange symbols, opening a "Secret Door" that led to the depths of the Spirit World.
Immediately after, the "Secret Door" opened, and a strong wind blew out, transforming into a man with a human upper body and a swirling lower body, wrapped in white cloth.
"Sage Frontlet," Bernadette commanded, her voice somewhat urgent and authoritative.
The man respectfully assented and took out an ornament from a strip of white cloth wrapped around his body.
The core of this ornament was a vertical eye inlaid with "diamonds." It shimmered with pure light, giving an exceptionally sacred and wise feeling, yet also appearing quite cold and devoid of warmth. It was precisely one of Bernadette's Grade 0 Sealed Artifacts, the "Sage Frontlet."
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