Berren City, Gem District, Gem Avenue No. 71.
“Yes... Lord Ciel.”
Ciel sat beside the desk, looking at Tara kneeling beside her, staring intently at herself, sighing silently in her heart.
Just now, she spent great effort to finally get Tara to change her address for her, no longer calling her Mother Goddess, but Ciel instead.
But Tara refused to drop the suffix “Lord” no matter what, as if directly calling Ciel without it was extrely disrespectful. Even if killed on the spot, she had to add “Lord” before “Ciel.”
Fanatical to this extent is really sothing else...
But it makes sense, after all, this is the most loyal believer carefully selected by the Divine Servant. There should be no problem with loyalty.
Originally, Ciel thought what her simulated self wrote, being hugged by the leg and called Mother Goddess while walking on the street, was sowhat exaggerated. But now it seems, such a thing is very likely to happen.
Fortunately, she waited for her in advance, instead of waiting for Tara to find her bit by bit through clues.
At least from now, Tara completely ignored Amy, focusing all her attention on herself, which t Ciel’s original expectations.
And what needed to be done next was very simple.
Tara, as a “Missionary,” inherently possessed the ability to discern lies. But Ciel didn’t need to lie; she just needed to tell the truth to win Tara’s complete trust.
“Do you know why I waited for you?” Ciel looked at Tara before her and asked.
“Servant is foolish and ignorant, please enlighten , Lord Ciel.” Tara raised her head, looking excitedly at Ciel’s face.
The fervent gaze made even Ciel feel slightly uncomfortable. She looked at Tara and said, “My power is incomplete. This ti, finding my ‘Uniqueness’ requires your help.”
Uniqueness?
Hearing this, Tara instantly beca energized as if injected with chicken blood, puffed out her ager chest, and said, “Tell , what do you need to do to assist you? Do I need to sacrifice myself to restore your power?”
Ciel: “...”
Do I look like soone who enjoys sacrificing Divine Advent Church cultists?
Although she did indeed sacrifice about a hundred.
“No, just need to call over your confidant Gemma. Rember, not in your own identity,” Ciel shook her head and said, “I will give you instructions for subsequent matters.”
“Yes, Lord Ciel, I’ll do it right away.” Tara nodded repeatedly.
She didn’t doubt at all how Ciel knew about the noble nad Gemma among her confidants. In Tara’s mind, the Mother Goddess being omniscient and omnipotent was perfectly normal.
Retrieving part of the “Uniqueness”... This is definitely a huge restoration of the Mother Goddess’s power, and another major historical progress for the Divine Advent Church.
This not only proves the doctrines of the Church of the Savior Goddess wrong, but also proves the orthodoxy of the Divine Advent Church.
If this news were released... probably most people from the Church of the Savior Goddess would defect to the Divine Advent Church. Unfortunately, this news cannot be released.
And Tara didn’t quite want to release this news either.
Only she knows the Mother Goddess’s information... This is sufficient proof of her importance in the Mother Goddess’s heart, and an important proof distinguishing herself from other believers.
Even in the scriptures hundreds of years later, when ntioning this period, she would be titled the Mother Goddess’s first servant, definitely leaving a thick, colorful mark in the scriptures.
And helping the Mother Goddess obtain “Uniqueness” is also participating in the epic progress, sothing countless believers dream of.
This opportunity presented before Tara, she would definitely cherish it and assist the Mother Goddess without reservation.
Under Ciel’s guidance, Tara quickly drafted a letter to be sent to Gemma. And this letter would be delivered under Tara’s personal supervision by a ssenger—this was to avoid any accidents.
After walking out of Ciel’s house, the cool gentle breeze blew on Tara’s face, slightly calming her constantly excited spirit.
Soon, she carefully took out a piece of letter paper from her waist pouch.
This is the original reference handwritten by Lord Ciel... Even the letter paper is Lord Ciel’s own.
She unfolded the letter paper, slowly brought it close to her face, took a deep breath. After a long while, until feeling slightly hypoxic, she shakily moved the letter paper away from her face bit by bit, exhaling.
Although almost only the sll of paper and ink, amidst these slls, there was a faint, delicate girlish fragrance... She must treasure this letter paper well, until taking it into the grave.
After carefully putting the original back into her waist pouch, Tara walked briskly along the night-shrouded street.
Can’t continue like this, must quickly complete Lord Ciel’s instructions... Recopy this letter paper, then send it out...
At this mont, Ciel, standing by the window, watched Tara walking away quickly, sighing slightly in relief inwardly.
This way... she has established contact with Tara in reality too, and the relationship is more secretive. Even upon death, Tara wouldn’t reveal any information about her.
Next, besides making the stitched corpse, is it just waiting...
Ciel glanced at the current ti.
June 26th, 2:13.
Before July 1st, everything must be in place.
With the information from the simulation, Ciel handled these matters extrely quickly, even pinpointing what needed to be done at specific tis.
But the more perfect the preparations, the more Ciel worried about unpredictable accidents.
After all, this is reality, not simulation. Mistakes cannot be redone from the beginning.
Just as this thought erged in her mind, Ciel felt a slight headache and buzzing.
She reached out, rubbed her temples. After drawing the curtains, she sat back down at the desk.
The candlelight before her dispersed so darkness, but couldn’t dispel the faint tension in Ciel’s heart.
This sense of urgency and crisis was sothing her simulated self couldn’t experience.
Contacting Tara early ans misfortune arrives early.
Variables have already appeared.
So... cannot rest yet...
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