rritt watched the scene before her with so disbelief. She stood in place, sowhat at a loss.
Originally, she ca in with the mindset of fighting to the death, but the contrast after entering made her sowhat dazed.
The execution ground she was originally heading to seed to have instantly turned into a normal, cozy family breakfast ti—if one ignored the black and white shadows at the door.
“You’re here?”
Seeming to have heard the sound at the door, the female cultist leader wearing an apron walked out of the kitchen, asking with a smile, “I rember your na is... Leticia? Can I address you directly like that?”
The elegant smile and unhurried way of speaking brought rritt back to her senses slightly. She looked at the red-haired young girl before her, lightly pursing her lips.
Before she beca a cultist, she must have been a young lady from so prominent family... rritt thought to herself.
“What... what exactly do you want?”
rritt spoke. The corner of her eye quickly recorded all the surrounding features so she could construct them as quickly as possible.
Although she had only recently advanced, her talent was definitely top-tier.
“What do I want?” Ciel blinked, shook her head, and smiled, “Just invited a new friend for breakfast... Ti should be about right.”
rritt watched the cultist leader turn around, ladle three bowls of at soup into wooden bowls, place them on a tray, and carry the tray out.
“Sit down.” Tara glanced at rritt, saying as she walked past her, sitting at the dining table.
Seeing the two already seated, rritt hesitated for a mont standing in place, then slowly walked forward, sat in the empty seat, and looked at the at soup before her.
A heart, placed in the bowl, almost filling the entire wooden bowl, t her eyes. Her pupils slightly trembled.
“Pig heart soup, want to try?”
Ciel rested her elbows on the table, fingers intertwined supporting her chin, smilingly gazing at rritt.
Pig... heart?
The size of this heart was no different from a human heart.
Even in its fully cooked state, she seed to be able to see the dark red heart muscle beneath the oil droplets faintly twitching.
The more enticing the aroma in the bowl, the more terrified and nauseated rritt felt.
She is a cultist. This absolutely cannot be a pig’s heart...
“Ugh...”
Finally, rritt couldn’t help but turn around, hunch her back, and dry heave.
“Tsk...”
Seeing rritt’s reaction to the food she worked hard to make, Ciel slightly frowned.
“If it were an ‘Instigator’, she would have definitely drunk it... Do you, Society of rrint, truly know how to find ‘rrint’?”
Ciel slowly spoke, the coldness in her tone finally no longer concealed.
Society of rrint? How did she figure it out so quickly?
No... she has no information about us. This is just a bluff...
“I am just a recently advanced ‘Dream Thief’. If I have offended Your Excellency in any way, I will apologize.”
rritt turned to look at Ciel, trying to avoid looking at the heart in her bowl, continuing, “Please, Your Excellency, spare my life.”
“She’s a recent advancee?”
Ciel looked at Tara. After receiving Tara’s nod in reply, Ciel’s gaze returned to rritt, “No wonder your way of talking is so clumsy... The whispers of the potion are unpleasant, aren’t they?”
Ciel’s words seed to sting rritt’s chest. Her eyes changed slightly, but she quickly suppressed her emotions. Just this minute change in expression was captured by Ciel.
“I don’t know whether to call you kind or foolish,” Ciel shook her head, saying, “You actually didn’t even instigate or brainwash that coachman who is just an ordinary person, making him commit suicide imdiately if questioned.”
Saying this, Ciel took out her stopwatch, looked at the ti on it, and said seemingly unintentionally, “Judging by the ti, they should be arriving at the destination the coachman ntioned soon. Poor coachman, may he fare better in the Divine Advent Church. At least there are more intelligent people there.”
Upon hearing this, rritt could no longer suppress the emotions in her heart. She quickly lowered her head, her pupils trembling slightly.
She had been operating under the identity of “Leticia,” with a perfect background disguise. Even “Leticia’s” parents completely treated her as their daughter. rritt had never considered being exposed.
No matter how she thought, she wouldn’t have imagined that she would expose the entire team because of such a ridiculous, such a laughable incident as a car crash.
But how exactly did the other party determine she was from the Society of rrint? Just because she lied about her na?
Regardless... she had to act. She couldn’t let the team be destroyed in her hands.
The construction of the first floor was basically complete...
The complete structure of the first floor rapidly coalesced into a ball of light in rritt’s mind. Incandescent light occupied most of it. Brilliant halos burst open before rritt’s eyes. By the ti she looked up again, everything had returned to normal.
She looked towards Archbishop Tara. That girl was still drinking the at soup, completely unaware.
When rritt looked towards Ciel again, she saw the cultist leader still looking at her with a half-smile.
Sister Mary said, this cultist leader’s insight is very keen... Did I manage to fool her? Or has she already seen through ?
And at this mont, Ciel, looking at the system screen that suddenly disappeared, showed a faint smile on her face.
She had originally been wondering if the luck from these two consecutive heads would cause her to capture the wrong person, but now it seems...
Her luck was truly off the charts.
Next, she just had to wait to lure the other party into trying to modify her mory, triggering the automatic protection the system ntioned...
Just have to silently watch the other party’s performance.
It’s just an unremarkable “Uniqueness” and a little insignificant knowledge.
Just try it. It’s alright.
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