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Chapter 147: Sense of Crisis Not Present in the Simulation

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Sense of Crisis Not Present in the Simulation

Mother Goddess... where are you?

In the dark alley, a small figure faced the wall blocking the path ahead, slowly closed her eyes, and silently prayed in her heart.

This was a prayer she had performed countless times. How she wished for a response, just once.

Not long ago, just as she was about to set sail, heading to other continents to develop new parishes, she finally heard a response during her prayer.

In that hazy response, It mentioned a place called “Berren City,” and two illusory figures of young women. She could only remember the hair of one illusory figure was approximately red.

This is top secret, must not be revealed, otherwise you will lose your life—this was the final advice the voice gave her.

The small figure slowly opened her eyes, a trace of confusion in her dark green pupils.

But... Berren City’s permanent population is at least 180,000 to 190,000—and that’s data from a year ago. Now Berren City is undergoing major industrial expansion, the population is only increasing.

Finding two young women whose appearances aren’t even clear among so many people?

And in a region where local cultists were just completely annihilated?

This difficulty is comparable to finding a uniquely colored shell in a lake—and without being discovered by other fish in the lake.

But no matter how she prayed, the mysterious voice and the illusory projection never appeared in her mind again.

However, Tara didn’t sigh. This was just a trial given to her by the Mother Goddess. If she couldn’t even pass this trial, then she wasn’t worthy of receiving the divine oracle transmitted by the Divine Servant. Better to commit suicide early and find the Mother Goddess in the divine kingdom to apologize.

“Hm?”

Tara suddenly looked up, towards a certain direction in the distance.

The sound coming from there... initially Tara thought it was just whispers or some environmental noise. Because it was too faint, it was difficult to perceive.

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But after calming down to pray just now, she noticed that sound instead.

It was Him, calling her over.

Tara’s figure gradually distorted and dissipated, leaving behind a white afterimage. Soon, the afterimage also merged into the ground, flying close to the ground towards Tara’s location.

Ten minutes later, Tara stood before a villa.

This place is dangerous... High-end districts like this are very likely to have transcendents, or nobles holding sealed artifacts who know transcendent secrets.

But as she approached this exquisite villa, Tara became more certain in her heart.

This wasn’t some trap. Although the whispers were low and mixed, she could increasingly feel a sense of closeness as she approached.

This was a sensation only those holding the Mother Goddess’s mark could perceive.

There are still believers alive? And a noble?

Being able to sense from such a distance, at least a believer holding a bishop’s emblem... To survive this major cleansing, they must be an exceptionally skilled transcendent infiltrator. Thanks for reading on ManaNovel!

Now even Tara didn’t know the situation at the Deton Manor stronghold. Only after other believers infiltrated and transmitted information could she know what happened inside.

If contact could be successfully established, she might obtain some useful information.

A white shadow emerged from behind Tara, leaped directly onto the house, stopped on a terrace. Then, Tara’s figure distorted and dissipated, swapping positions with the white shadow.

The place where the terrace door opened was a room... The entire house only had light source in this room.

However, the curtains blocked Tara’s view, preventing her from seeing the situation inside clearly.

Finding the Mother Goddess is paramount.

Tara walked directly to the glass door, reached out, and gently pulled the glass door open.

Then, she slowly lifted a corner of the curtain, looking inside the room.

Two gas lamps were lit in the room. The light was slightly dim, but enough for Tara to distinguish the objects inside.

Tara just looked inside, and her body stiffened slightly.

On an exquisite white wooden stool sat a young woman tossing a dagger in her hand. She was tossing the dagger, watching herself, as if waiting for herself here long ago.

Ambushed?

No... not, red hair?!

The young woman’s red hair gradually overlapped with the figure with suspected red hair from the previous illusory image... Tara’s eyes widened slightly.

After seeing Tara, the beautiful red-haired young woman stopped tossing the dagger, raised her hand, and directly threw the dagger towards the bed.

Buzz—!

At this instant, a terrifying buzzing sounded in Tara’s mind. On the large bed, a terrifying white figure condensed into shape almost instantly, directly raising its hand to catch the dagger.

Upon seeing the white figure, Tara first froze for a second, then instantly became extremely excited, almost screaming out loud.

Familiar whispers... intimate aura...

Lord... Lord Divine Servant?!!

Even though the terrifying whispers already caused double images and hallucinations before her eyes, she couldn’t move her gaze away.

In the corner of Tara’s eye, the red-haired young woman just hooked her finger. The insect wings with white fluorescence unfolded behind the Divine Servant retracted. Holding the dagger, it obediently walked beside the red-haired young woman, then... knelt down halfway.

“Mother Goddess...”

The Divine Servant respectfully extended its hand, handed the dagger to the young woman, then its figure distorted and dissipated, as if never appeared.

And Tara, who had been following the Divine Servant’s movements, her final gaze also rested on the red-haired young woman.

Mother... Goddess?

After meeting the young woman’s gaze, Tara’s body trembled with excitement.

At this moment, she could no longer suppress the excitement in her heart, almost scrambling as she lifted the curtain and crawled inside, moving forward on her knees before the red-haired young woman’s legs, pressing her forehead against the ground.

“Mother Goddess... Sorry, your foolish servant is late. I am willing to accept any reprimand, punishment... even my life.”

Tara was so nervous she became incoherent, completely losing her usual composure. The prayers previously memorized by heart, almost engraved in her mind, were completely forgotten at this moment.

This was also related to being mentally disturbed by directly looking at the Divine Servant.

Being able to see the Divine Servant described in the scriptures already made Tara ecstatic, and the Divine Servant’s performance shocked Tara beyond measure.

It’s actually real... It’s actually the Mother Goddess...

This young woman is the Mother Goddess’s human vessel? The shell She uses to walk the world, carrying Her will?

After waiting for a long time, finally, from above Tara’s head, came the young woman’s plain and cold voice.

“Let’s talk somewhere else.”

“Yes! Mother Goddess!”

-

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 extremely disrespectful. Even if killed on the spot, she had to add “Lord” before “Ciel.”

Fanatical to this extent is really something 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 somewhat 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 met 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 me, 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 time, finding my ‘Uniqueness’ requires your help.”

Uniqueness?

Hearing this, Tara instantly became energized as if injected with chicken blood, puffed out her meager chest, and said, “Tell me, what do you need me to do to assist you? Do I need to sacrifice myself to restore your power?”

Ciel: “...”

Do I look like someone who enjoys sacrificing Divine Advent Church cultists?

Although she did indeed sacrifice about a hundred.

“No, just need to call over your confidant Gemma. Remember, 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 named 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 mentioning 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, something 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 messenger—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 smell of paper and ink, amidst these smells, 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 moment, 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 time.

June 26th, 2:13.

Before July 1st, everything must be in place.

With the information from the simulation, Ciel handled these matters extremely quickly, even pinpointing what needed to be done at specific times.

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 emerged 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 some darkness, but couldn’t dispel the faint tension in Ciel’s heart.

This sense of urgency and crisis was something her simulated self couldn’t experience.

Contacting Tara early means misfortune arrives early.

Variables have already appeared.

So... cannot rest yet...

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