The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1137 (Ch.1136): On the Model Worker and the Holy Grail

tea party.

The Fairy Ring Tea Party.

The reserved girl only remained reserved for about ten minutes. When she realized that she wasn't the center of attention at the party and that no one would deliberately take care of her, Elendira couldn't help but feel relieved.

Miss Lillian kept expressing her opinions at the table, her thin lips touching each other, talking about politics and gangs. Just when you've taken a bite of cake without noticing, and then you prick up your ears, guess what she said?

The conversation has already drifted to the sea.

Compared to the former, Miss Chandelier Kratofer was more like a dignified lady in the story. She almost never interrupted anyone, yet she always managed to subtly offer words of praise at the end of a conversation, making the speaker feel comfortable—of course, Elendilla didn't understand why she treated Miss Lillian differently.

The two seemed to disagree on most topics.

Halida.

The servant was also the only person standing in the room.

Aside from the initial greeting, she didn't say another word to her, yet she always offered thoughtful help when Elendira needed it: this naturally prevented the 'country girl' from feeling awkward on her first visit to the Fairy Ring.

Elendira didn't know how to express herself.

all of these…

Everything is so wonderful.

Like a dream.

—She was indeed dreaming.

"To be honest, I shouldn't have asked that on our first meeting—what's with those two iron legs of yours?" Rose chewed on a strawberry-flavored honeycomb, her cheek resting on the heel of her hand.

“So, like I said, Roland. Fools are always like this: they know something is wrong, but they still do it.” Sender chuckled as he poured Roland a cup of dark green tea, his words seemingly commenting on London, on East London, or…

A very difficult person to understand.

Who could it be?

Rose grabbed a cigar from the table and threw it at her, but Xander dodged it.

Elendira covered her mouth and chuckled softly.

They were having so much fun.

“You don’t need to think so much, Miss Lillian… this isn’t a hardship for me.” Rose only allowed Elendira to call her 'Lillian,' even though she had given her the other’s full name.

"Elendira said softly."

“This is a symbol, and also a ritual. It is a prayer for blessings, a way to avoid misfortune, and also a way to drive away curses. My family allowed me to enjoy a life of luxury, and my father gave me flesh and blood and soul—what you consider ‘suffering’ is the responsibility I should bear.”

Rose blinked.

Xiandel could tell at a glance that she hadn't understood anything.

“Miss Elendira, although I have never heard of such a ‘ritual’,” Sandel interjected, trying to avoid going any deeper into the topic, “I still have to apologize to you on behalf of Shelley—we respect your choice and the efforts your family and blood relatives have made for certain purposes.”

Elendira shook her head, as if she wanted to say something, but after hesitating for a long time, she picked up her teacup again.

Actually.

She had many questions about the so-called 'ritual' and 'blessing'.

No.

should say.

Before befriending the little candle, she didn't even know that 'ritualists' existed in the world—she had too many questions about this new world.

"...Are those true? No, I mean, aren't those... even more exciting than stories?"

Elendira asked cautiously, afraid that she might have used the wrong words and offended someone.

"Hmm...which part?"

“‘The kind-hearted bishop couldn’t bear to watch the poor woman be humiliated by the factory owner’—that’s the part, miss,” the redhead’s eyes sparkled. “Little Candle didn’t tell me in detail…Mr. Collins must have punished that factory owner severely…”

The reason it didn't explain in detail is probably because it didn't know how to continue the story itself.

Rose turned her head with a forced smile and glanced at the snake.

Punish the factory owners?
What does this have to do with Roland?!

It's all her!
Besides her, who else works in this organization? Seeing that Rose's expression was off, Erendira quickly changed the subject: "Actually, I'm more curious about what we were talking about earlier—the Saintess, right?"

Rose pursed her lips and looked at Xander.

The latter readily accepted it.

"The selection of saintesses, Miss Elentila, have you heard of it?"

Elendira shook her head.

She didn't even know what Rose had just mentioned about 'steam cars'.

She hadn't left that room in so long.

So long that I can't even remember how long it's been.

“A less-than-respectable gang that elects an even less-respectable woman every few years—we should applaud the gang’s skill in whitewashing filth rather than the ‘sanctity’ of the winner.”

Elendira looked to Roland for help.

She didn't understand.

"...So, Xander, when did this happen?"

“During the rat infestation,” Sandel replied softly, “I’ve wanted to tell you, Roland, for a while now. But we were too busy then—maybe it was a good thing for your friend…maybe.”

The selection of saints was not actually decided by the officials of the Holy Cross.

All the harsh, painful, tangible and intangible molds ultimately point to the same goal.

Sender used a nonchalant tone:
"Holy Grail."

she says.

The choice is merely the base; the cake that is shaped is to welcome the blessings of the gods.

“The Holy Grail? You mean the one in the Book of Eden…?” Rose frowned. “I once… damn it! What kind of look was that!”

Sender looked pleased: "You've finally learned to draw knowledge from books, Shelley."

Roland lost his second cigar.

He didn't care. They were all 'converted' anyway, and the taste wasn't that great.

“I’ve read the Book of Eden, miss,” Elendira said, leaning forward slightly as if eager to find similarities with them. “It says that the Book of Eden was left on earth by the Father to save people…”

As for the Holy Grail, it's like the sky, shoes, or nose—no one doesn't know what it is—even toddlers who have just learned to speak will have their parents recite the Book of Eden a few times before bedtime.

Holy Grail.

The sacred furnace He bestowed upon the Messiah was a legendary treasure capable of restoring youth, resurrection, and even immortality. It was in the Messiah's hands, and he used it to transform flowing streams into a gentle rain of wine, showering it upon sinners seeking redemption…

Of course, this is just a folk rumor.

Just like the rumors among women about which husband has a particularly large penis (though it might not be a rumor).

—Sander doesn’t think the Holy Grail is much more noble than the ‘size issue’.

It's all bullshit.

“Every year, every year. The most devout priests of the Holy Cross have only two desires in their lives, one of which is to seek the Holy Grail in the Book of Eden—they know very well that ritualists and wonders live in the world.”

Of course, the Holy Grail is no problem.

But Elendira was more curious about the second thing.

"family."

"Sander said softly."

"The second thing is: family. They desperately crave a family, a kind, voluptuous wife who is good at bearing children—"

This puzzled Erendira: "Is it difficult, Miss?"

Shandel said it's not hard to find a wife who can have children, but it's very difficult to guarantee that most of the children will be boys.

Elendira: ?
She didn't understand the joke.

(End of this chapter)