Chapter 567
System, give me points!
That night, Eivass woke up from his dream to see Isabel, wearing a white silk slip dress, quietly lying on his shoulder, looking at him pitifully like a puppy.
“What’s wrong, why are you so wronged?” Eivass felt a pang of pity and gently cupped her face.
“I waited for you all night yesterday,” Isabel said softly. “Was it… because you were too busy to sleep?”
The moment he heard this, Eivass immediately visualized a conversation between Pure White and Master Yanis. Although he didn’t know what kind of torture Yanis had undergone that morning… Eivass felt that Yanis had almost knelt down under the pressure of gravity when they first met. But seeing that Pure White’s expression was unchanged, and Yanis was still able to come out to send Lily a message, at least the master should still be alive.
However, compared to Pure White, Isabel’s aggression and pressure were much less. Eivass didn’t feel gravity, only a bit of resentment. He stroked Isabel’s hair and said softly, “I was chased by Bear Heavenly Envoy again yesterday. Fortunately, Heavenly Raksha saved me.”
“…Are you alright?!” Isabel was startled and her voice grew louder as she sat up on the bed. Her tone was no longer the gentle whisper, but her normal speaking voice, “Let me see… Hmm, this wound on your chest, has it gotten deeper?”
“It’s not a big problem,” Eivass said cheerfully, not wanting Isabel to worry, and quickly moved on from the topic.
“Is it really okay?”
“Really.”
“…That’s good.” Isabel breathed a sigh of relief and chose to believe Eivass.
Eivass smiled, stroked Isabel’s hair, and shared the information he hadn’t had time to impart yesterday. “Oh, right, I have something important to discuss. Regarding the Southern Continent…”
But Isabel suddenly perked up. Nodding, she rolled out of bed and walked towards the sea of flowers. “Yes, you go ahead. I’m listening.”
Seeing where she was going, Eivass’s gaze turned strange, and he stopped his narration. “Wait, you’re…”
“I was bored last night… and did some research,” Isabel said, trying not to look at Eivass, her cheeks flushing as she picked up a pair of handcuffs. “I want to try.”
“Who do you want to try it on?” Eivass retorted. But he was surprised by Isabel’s question. “Huh?… Who else could it be?”
“…Alright then.” Eivass chuckled and took the handcuffs from Isabel’s hand. Then, he picked up a black blindfold and a pair of silver leg cuffs from the props shelf in Morgan’s Wonderful Dream House. He thought for a moment, and Eivass switched the blindfold to white.
“Eivass…?” Seeing his completely unashamed, even somewhat focused actions, Isabel suddenly became frightened again. “Wait… I’ve thought about it. How about we forget it? Don’t you have something important to discuss… Let’s talk about that first?”
“You always run away at the last minute like this, it won’t do, my Queen. You asked for this yourself.” Eivass slowly tied the blindfold onto Isabel, making sure no light could get in. Then, he chuckled and said, “Important matters… we’ll talk about them later. We’ll play first, and I’ll tell you while we play… After that, there will be questions and answers, with rewards for correct answers and punishments for wrong ones.”
With that, he handcuffed Isabel, giving them a tug to confirm their sturdiness. In this regard, Eivass actually had little experience, but he had seen pigs run in another world. At least, Isabel couldn’t play him for a fool. Eivass lowered his body and slowly said into Isabel’s rapidly breathing ear, “This way, your memory… might be a little deeper.”
…
When he woke up, Eivass stretched, feeling refreshed. The dizziness left from studying High-Tier Divine Arts had dissipated, and Eivass smiled with satisfaction.
“…You’re so weak, yet you love to play.” Recalling last night’s dream, he couldn’t help but laugh. After breakfast, he put the book back on the bookshelf and slung it over his back.
“Should I go with Young Master?” Lily asked while clearing the tableware.
“No need,” Eivass instructed her. “Focus on studying the ‘Egg Moon Secret Chronicle’. It’s best to complete the split before March 3rd.”
“Understood.” Lily nodded happily. She actually wanted to master the new secret chronicle faster. This time, Eivass only brought her and Sherlock. Sherlock indeed provided the ability to assist in thinking… But apart from taking care of Eivass’s daily life, she felt she had done nothing, like a mere personal maid, which she could not accept.
…Speaking of which, where is Sherlock?
“Sherlock didn’t come back last night?” Hearing Lily’s question, Eivass was also surprised. He had gone to bed early, feeling dizzy and disoriented, and didn’t know if Sherlock had returned. He thought he was still sleeping. But Lily would surely hear Sherlock’s footsteps… if she thought he hadn’t returned, then he definitely hadn’t.
“…Should I go look for him?” Lily seemed worried.
“No, it’s not necessary,” Eivass pondered for a moment and shook his head. “Path of Wisdom at Fourth Tier, Path of Authority at Third Tier, with a staff and potions on hand. He’s still in the Church’s Fifth Ring, so he should be safe… If something really happened to him, given his personality, he would have found a way to contact me… Someone who could make Sherlock unable to even send a message is impossible in the Fifth Ring. From what I know of him, he’s probably found a crucial clue and is pursuing it obsessively without rest. ‘I knew at the time that if I missed this opportunity, I might miss the truth,’ he’s said that many times in newspapers before.”
Eivass still trusted Sherlock very much—trusted and understood him. He was a proud guy who “always made people feel very safe when in danger, and when safe, made people feel like he was in danger.”
…However, although Sherlock was not in mortal danger, Eivass was certain that he had stayed up late again. And he definitely hadn’t eaten properly. Without activating his super-intelligence, lack of sleep and sugar had a significant impact on casting success rates. In such a situation, activating super-intelligence was equivalent to overdrawing his body; even with timely treatment, it could shorten his lifespan. In a sense, it was less about Lily taking care of Eivass… and more about Eivass and Lily taking care of Sherlock. In his normal state, he could act with self-discipline, but once he discovered an interesting case, nothing could rein him in.
“You should write him a letter,” Eivass instructed. “Tell him he must reply… Tsk, what a hassle. I’ve finally found something superior about Avalon compared to the Church.”
—That is, the Church doesn’t have phones! Eivass had seen the Church make calls to Avalon, so he thought their technology was quite advanced in this regard. But upon arriving, he realized that the Church’s phones were dialed directly using divine arts—there were no phone lines installed. In terms of its fundamental operation, it was like a midnight horror call. Perhaps the elves felt that digging holes and installing electricity in the body of the giant tree was impolite… In any case, the Church also lacked water pipes, heating pipes, and sewage systems. Wastewater and garbage were recycled through built-in recycling facilities within these “grown houses.” Keep in mind that even Avalon had phone lines and heating pipes!
Eivass, carrying his book, headed to The Eleventh Ring. He easily found Pure White Saintess, who was condensing divine power to repair a crystal screen. She extended her hands, and emerald-green radiance swept across it repeatedly. The scars on the mirror were gradually smoothed out, just like scars on a body slowly fading.
“…You’re doing this yourself?” Eivass was somewhat surprised. As an Eternal Saintess, personally repairing surveillance felt like Her Majesty the Queen fixing a circuit board.
“What’s wrong?” Pure White turned back with some confusion. “These are magic mirrors blessed by the Twin Mirrors. I’m the most efficient.” She “looked” at the bookshelf Eivass was carrying behind him and her lips curved slightly upwards. “What, you can’t understand it?”
“I’d like you to explain it to me first,” Eivass said sincerely, nodding. “I want to know how far behind I am—just give me a general overview of each book.”
“Okay.” Having promised Eivass long ago, Pure White had already anticipated this scene and readily agreed. “Let’s do it here.” With a wave of her hand, the door automatically closed and was sealed with Pure White runes, completely locking it. She added, “To prevent eavesdropping. Not everyone, even among the elves, is qualified to study High-Tier Divine Arts.” Then, she helped Eivass place the bookshelf, which he was carrying like a backpack, on the ground.
“The glass lion shall always conquer the daytime moon.”
“All gold shall be born from purple, yet green need not always be green.”
“The ash of trees shall be cultivated in the earth, and the nobler shall resurrect.”
She softly recited three secret words, releasing the seals one by one.
“What do these three secret words mean?” Eivass asked.
“These are three of the seven secret words left by Heavenly Candlemaster Envoy before his ascension,” Pure White replied, shaking her head. “Only Cardinals and above fully grasp the specific content. All codes in the Church are permutations of these seven secret words.”
“So, what exactly do they mean?”
“There’s no need to analyze the meaning of the secret words,” Pure White said sternly. “A secret word is a secret word. If a secret word had meaning, it would become truth and prophecy—that would be the domain of wisdom and adaptation.” Eivass suddenly understood. Secret words without meaning, logic, or profound implications would not be forcefully broken by the power of “analysis” and “prophecy.” The first Pope understood! Although there were no chairs prepared beforehand… Pure White pointed to the ground, and a set of wooden tables and chairs grew from the floor. She picked up “An Introduction to High-Tier Divine Arts,” which had made Eivass dizzy yesterday, and patiently explained to him like a tutor, her gentle tone completely devoid of the strictness she had shown Master Yanis. “Come, I’ll explain it to you from the beginning…”
[Grey – Eternity is imparting “High-Tier Divine Arts (1/11)” to you. Do you wish to pay 384 Public Experience points to master this Mystical Art?]
As soon as she spoke, a pop-up window appeared before Eivass. Here it comes! Eivass’s spirit immediately lifted. Only 384? Was it because it was the first book? Or was it because Pure White’s understanding of High-Tier Divine Arts was profound enough? In any case, learn it! “System, give me points!”
(End of this chapter)
