Isabella explained, “Feeling a bit more comfortable?”
“I feel… I’m fine. A lot better.”
Hertitz could clearly feel the changes in her body, only the demon mark on her cheek had not disappeared.
She actively withdrew her power, and only then did Hertitz return to normal.
A flush suddenly rose on her face, as if she were feeling the pleasure the shadow brought to her body, yet doing her utmost to suppress that feeling, which made her look a bit strange.
“This condition cannot be cured at the root. Being eroded by the shadow is a lifelong matter, an irreversible process, equivalent to changing a person’s soul.”
Isabella explained. “At most, I can only help you resolve the surface difficulties. If you discover who is trying to erode you, please stay away immediately. No, tell us.”
If she didn’t know the truth, Gabriella would almost have been fooled by Isabella.
Hertitz looked a good deal more spirited, even if faint worry still lingered on her face.
Recalling how full of confidence she had been on the first day she arrived, Gabriella didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
The three of them did not leave the room.
Hertitz and Isa stood on Gabriella’s right side attending her.
When the time approached evening, the plan Gabriella had been brewing in her heart for a long time took shape.
“Hertitz, Isa, can you listen to me for a couple of sentences?”
“Mm, I’m here.” Isabella said.
Hertitz also nodded.
Gabriella said, “If we keep sitting around waiting to die it definitely won’t work. Hertitz, you said we have to go to Monastar, right?”
“That’s right. That place is indeed the safest place in the world.”
“Leaving here isn’t much of a problem, only we can’t leave for too long. After all we still have to be careful of Miss Creis.”
The corner of Gabriella’s mouth hooked into a sly curve.
“Tonight I’ll find time to have Roselyn come here and discuss matters regarding the Church. This is a secret among the four of us.”
“Eh?”
Roselyn was still looking tense, but the moment she heard Gabriella had the idea of siding with Monastar, she also nodded and accepted it.
When evening came, Isabella finally agreed to let Gabriella go out.
She followed tightly behind, afraid Gabriella would have some accident.
Roselyn was currently doing cleaning.
She was following behind Morphis, the latter patiently explaining the essentials of maid work to the junior like an enthusiastic senior.
Roselyn learned very quickly as well, possessing an enthusiasm similar to Elsa’s.
Yet her attitude toward Morphis was a bit cold, or rather, hesitant?
Roselyn was an outstanding figure among the Heavenly Oracle Envoys.
Apart from Elsa and Liya, she should be among the strongest few.
Gabriella could recall part of her memories regarding Roselyn.
From beginning to end she had always worn an indifferent expression, like a cold-blooded ice beauty, radiating an aura that was hard to approach.
Her ability was drawing on stone tablets, which could strengthen the body in a short time.
In the past, Gabriella’s magic teachers had been Creis and Olivia, but swordsmanship, or rather combat techniques, she had learned from Roselyn.
And the reason Gabriella had an impression of her was because Roselyn was her “swordsmanship teacher.”
The current Gabriella could confirm she was the “Sword Saint” among the Heavenly Oracle Envoys.
Her physical qualities even surpassed Elsa’s.
She was not skilled at releasing mana; instead she condensed it all inside her body to strengthen her flesh.
She had once served as a bishop, roaming through human cities investigating threats.
Intelligence regarding Lartomia had also all been gathered by her.
Roselyn originally should have been an attendant like Liya, but in the end she was still a little inferior to the two in strength, which was why she had not become Gabriella’s right-hand woman.
She was upright, stubborn, and rarely showed emotion.
As for sensing emotions, a bit better than Creis?
Mm, it should be quite a bit better.
After seeing Gabriella, Roselyn walked up almost without hesitation and ignored Morphis, the latter showing a troubled look.
“Lady Gabriella.”
She cast a helpless expression toward Gabriella, as if saying “this idiot is left to you.”
After bidding farewell to Morphis, Gabriella led Roselyn together with Hertitz to the magic room.
Creis was not here.
Gabriella woke the lights in the pitch-black magic room, and the entire 300-square-meter space was instantly laid bare.
They sat on the chairs in the corner.
Hertitz brought tea for everyone.
After everyone was seated, Gabriella coughed pretentiously.
“I won’t say any polite words. Hertitz, Miss Roselyn, I called you over mainly because I want to learn more intelligence, about Monastar.”
“I understand.” Hertitz’s voice was firm.
Roselyn sitting beside her also gave Gabriella an affirmative answer. “Yes, Lady Gabriella. I understand your meaning. Thank you for being able to trust me.”
“Are Morphis and Philina trustworthy?” she asked next.
“Letitia said they might indeed be puppets of the Holy Feather God, but their bodies give off a familiar aura.”
Roselyn carefully glanced at Hertitz again, as if she had something to say.
“She isn’t a puppet of the Holy Feather God at all. Don’t worry. I can guarantee this place is safe.” Gabriella said. “However, since you don’t trust them, then let’s just talk about these things among ourselves.”
Hearing this, Roselyn nodded again to express gratitude.
She glanced at Hertitz and Isa, and after confirming they were all people who could be trusted, she began to state,
“Miss Letitia said that if possible, we need to construct a teleportation passage, pretend to stay while actually leaving.”
“If we can ask Philina…” Hertitz said in a small voice. “We can have her draw a teleportation scroll. Leave this matter to me.”
Isabella refuted Roselyn’s view. “A teleportation passage will be blocked by Creis.”
“Miss Creis is the strongest existence here. She will not trust Monastar, nor will she trust you.”
Roselyn sighed.
She and Hertitz glanced at each other, and the two simultaneously looked away from each other.
“We must use a [Relic].”
Roselyn took a dagger out of her hand.
“Letitia had long anticipated this matter. She blessed me to succeed. Gods are almost immortal. If we want to deal with the Celestial God, we must use a [Relic].”
The dagger was orange throughout, presenting the same metallic appearance as Soul Severing and Blazing Soul.
But this dagger had no blade.
Compared to a dagger, it was more like a product of a thick iron plate connected to a hilt.
Indeed, the so-called relics were this kind of plain combat weapon.
Only this dagger didn’t even look like a weapon, more like a failed forging scrap.
“Relic, [Soul Sealing].”
“Will it work?” Hertitz asked nervously.
She did not look at Roselyn.
“Lady Letitia said Miss Divine Maiden can activate all the relics.”