The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1138 Ch.1137 The Holy Grail II

Elendira liked the members of the tea party. Just like the organization's name: the tea party.

Rather than sectarian, they talked more about random, rambling topics, occasionally someone would chime in with a joke or a few curses, before quickly moving on to another subject—Elendira imagined that if she were fortunate enough to join them in real life, in the true waking world…

She was as happy as a bird that never stops singing every day.

“It’s similar to my ritual, isn’t it?” Erendira tried to express her opinion on the 'Holy Grail'.

She wanted to join them.

“I still don’t understand how anyone could cut off their daughter’s foot and replace it with iron…” Rose muttered to herself, and Roland kicked her in the shin.

“Just like I don’t understand why the saintess of the Holy Cross has to act like a prostitute.” Cinderella was taken aback by Xander’s words.

prostitute?

The benefactor is above.

Is this a description... or a real 'ritual'?
Erendilla had never seen a steam car, but the prostitute…

This word appeared somewhat in the book.

“Of course it’s true, Miss Elentila. That’s what Mr. Collins is worried about too,” Sandel turned to Roland, his face showing more warmth and excitement. “But the good news is, someone can satisfy our curiosity, Roland—when your Alice finishes her work and comes back, she can tell us about the priests’ size… I’d say she’s ‘one in a hundred’…”

“Kratoffer,” Rose squinted, “you were also involved in the selection of the saintess. I think, perhaps you also…”

"My flesh and soul belong to one person."

"One at a time?" Rose sneered.

Shandel remained calm and composed, but was somewhat surprised: "Books really can help people improve."

Elendira looked around.

She didn't seem to care much about the smell of gunpowder on the table—to be honest, it's hard to explain to a "child" who can't even distinguish between 'love' and 'loneliness' what's happening on the table and why.

The Book of Eden was arguably the most important and familiar scripture in her 'short' life.

She found it hard to imagine that the so-called 'saint' could be equated with such an extremely disreputable term.

Rose is the same.

This was also the first time she had heard a 'hidden' secret from Sandel—about the Holy Cross.

After all, she had a bishop relative and grew up in the holiest place...

“I told you, Roland, this might not be a bad thing—for your friend.” Sander casually brushed a strand of hair from his forehead.

She had naturally met them and heard Roland often mention the Cordoni family.

Alice Cordonney is a girl with a conservative and old-fashioned father, and like most poor children in London, she has little knowledge or future prospects.

For families like this, having their children participate in the selection of saintesses is undoubtedly a great thing: what difference does it make where one works as a prostitute? The prostitutes of the Holy Cross serve clean people who are covered in perfume.

"That girl's fate has already surpassed that of others."

In this matter, Sender believed that Roland should not interfere.

Maybe.

She enjoyed it very much.

"Just because of a rumor?" Roland asked.

“Now that there’s a ritual, it’s not all ‘rumors’…” Cinder slowly shook his head: “It’s a wondrous object. To be precise, it’s a wondrous object that ‘never had any use’… It’s said that by offering pure blood and spirit, mortals can gain a moment comparable to the gods…”

Shandel tapped the table with his index finger.

"desire."

she says.

"The Holy Grail can grant one wish to a limited extent."

"For those who perform rituals seeking immortality..."

"That's enough, isn't it?"

………… ……

The Holy Grail is something to be fascinated by.

Whether it is a 'gift from the gods to mortals' is not important—when it is called a wonder, all rituals and prayers become weights on the other side of the scale: a price.

Starting it comes at a price.

"Before the 'Golden Sister,' the Holy Grail had never truly been activated... No, to be precise, no one currently knows whether the 'Golden Sister's' ascension to the position of Divine Servant was due to the Holy Grail's wish..."

Sender mentioned the Holy Cross's divine servants.

The name Roland is not unfamiliar.

Six months ago, a fool was attempting to descend upon the land of the gods, and the person he wanted to invite was this very one.

"In my view, this is nothing more than the repeated struggles of the rotten ones who fear death..."

Sender dismissed the 'Holy Grail'.

If there truly were a wondrous object that could grant wishes—she meant something different from a fairy bottle, one that didn't distort the user's words and thoughts…

Its value is greater than that of the entire Holy Cross.

Most importantly, the Holy Grail differs from most artifacts: the user does not need to pay the price to activate it.

This is probably why the Holy Cross leadership is so keen to focus on the ceremony every year – if you're not saying they're devout enough, it's more accurate to say that every hard-working worker in East London could one day be as wealthy as the Taylors or Shelleys.

“Usually a saint is ‘used’ for no more than three years,” Sandel said. “After three years, your friend is completely free…leaving the church with enough wealth to last her a lifetime.”

Rose sneered, "I'm afraid she won't live more than three years."

"The previous saintess is still alive, Shelley," Shandel said, his face full of doubt. "Or perhaps you've never seen a long-lived prostitute? Logically speaking, someone of your background shouldn't be unaware of such knowledge..."

well.

Roland lost his third cigar.

And the fourth one.

“The Holy Grail… but I’ve never even heard of a ritualist…” Elendira sighed softly.

The woman who 'accidentally' bumped into Roland's arms while dodging projectiles was too busy to comfort her, and neither was Rose. She was too busy 'accidentally' pouring hot tea onto Xander's lap.

Halida was the only one left in the room.

“…Please have some more tea, Miss Erentila.” The maid seemed used to this scene, offering no objection, and simply and quietly replaced the tableware in front of Erentila. Although she could do this with a snap of her fingers in the dream, she faithfully fulfilled her duty as a maid: “Now that you are a friend of your mistress, you will surely hear many more interesting stories…”

"The host is happy to make friends with interesting people. I think you can come to visit every night, as long as you have free time."

interesting?

me?

Erendira forced a smile: "I'm nothing special..."

"Perhaps you have it, or perhaps you don't. It depends on the master's opinion, not your own."

Elendira remained silent.

friend…

Who would want to be friends with a woman who has absolutely no knowledge and two deformed legs?

The people at the tea party all possessed extraordinary strength, yet they were so elegant...gentle...and courteous...

"I'm going to scald you to death, Kratofer!"

“Swear words are like your family, Shelley.”

You don't even have any family!

"You know perfectly well in your heart that neither of us has it, right?"

(End of this chapter)