Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 150 Good Friends, Lifelong
Ivy walked towards the metal hound nearest to her, leaned down, and tapped its head a few times with her index finger. The hound then fell to the ground with its head tilted like a robot that had lost power. Then came the cat and the bird. All the products of ancient technology "lost power" under her operation.

In Ethan's opinion, Ivy's behavior was like using administrator privileges to forcibly shut down these killing machines in operation.

Finally it was the porcelain doll, who knelt on one knee and bared her teeth at Ivy like an enraged beast.

Ivy placed her palm on the porcelain doll's head and stroked it gently a few times.

"Have a good sleep."

She soothed the porcelain doll softly. As she stroked it, the doll's vicious eyes gradually lost focus until it lowered its head and fell asleep on one knee.

Ivy looked very bad. The splitting headache came over her again, much stronger than ever before, so strong that it was beyond her endurance. The golden hair on her head shrank into a ball in pain. She could not help but close her eyes. Some strange yet familiar fragments flooded into her brain, but were eliminated in an instant.

She held the porcelain doll's shoulders, bent down and hugged her.

Ivy didn't know why she did this, it seemed to be a conditioned reflex.

In fact, when the porcelain doll came to Ximu Town, her condition was very bad. The truth was within her reach, but there was a chasm between her and it could never be crossed.

Ivy became confused and the severe pain overwhelmed her. When the string of consciousness broke, she felt relieved instead.

"This spell has another effect besides removing emotions."

Winter quietly watched Ivy, who was sleeping with the porcelain doll in her arms, and said, "High-ranking priests of the Church often use it to erase some memories. This is also the reason why nobles always go to the Imperial Cathedral to pray."

Everyone has unbearable memories, and nobles are no exception.

In fact, the higher the status of a person, the more things he wants to eliminate from his mind.

Winter had seen many such people when he was still in the Council of Seven. "It is said that this feeling can become addictive."

"Let's find a place to stay first."

In the cities of the Second Age, the hotels were also wooden houses. The largest hotel they could find had only two floors. He and Winter placed Ivy and the porcelain doll on the two beds in the room respectively.

Ivy still frowned, sweat oozing from her face.

This was the first time Ethan saw her sleeping. The golden hair blended into her golden hair and seemed to have entered a dormant state.

The secret of Margaret's family seems to be related to the lost ancient technology. Another thing that puzzles him is Mary's appearance. Before she was tortured by Lao Ba into a bloody priest, her appearance was highly similar to Ivy. She looked like Ivy more than ten years later.

This is a world that emphasizes the theory of bloodline, not just because of the transfer of power, but because bloodline can really pass on extraordinary power. Take the family of Henry, the ruler of the empire, as an example. In almost every period, the royal family can give birth to an outstanding knight.

Perhaps Margaret's bloodline was much older than he thought.

Ivy slept until the evening. She opened her eyes drowsily and saw Lindong sitting beside the bed.

Seeing her wake up, Winter said, "Ethan went to take care of the affairs of the followers of Bazatos."

Ivy was silent for a long time, then suddenly asked, "Do you understand the Holy Word?"

"Know something."

"Is it possible to recall erased memories?"

She wanted to know where that familiar feeling came from, and why she felt pain when she first saw the porcelain doll in Ximu Town, even though she didn't even know its name. This should be their first meeting.

"Porcelain Doll" was the nickname Ethan gave her. When they met at Baron Gladin's house, he did not ask the other person's name.

"Even if you can, I don't recommend it."

Winter said, "Holy Words are like inhibitors. The emotions that are removed will not disappear completely, but will be accumulated without your awareness. Those people I know who are addicted to removing memories will strengthen the seal throughout their lives until they die."

Those people don't keep diaries, don't leave any trace of the parts that have been eliminated.

For them, this is like a fallen hair, there is no need to pick it up again.

“…I want to know.”

Ivy made up her mind.

"When I was still in the academy, I read about a type of training called 'meditation' in a banned book. It can make one's mind highly focused, thus entering a deep state of consciousness. In this state, training will become twice as effective with half the effort. From an outsider's perspective, people who use this method to train look like they are asleep."

Ivy calmed herself down. At this time, it was a good thing to eliminate emotions so that she would never be swayed by negative emotions. "But it was written into the banned book."

"There is a drawback to 'meditation' training. Many high-level elemental trainers stay in the deep consciousness for too long and remain there forever. Their bodies are still alive, but their minds have gone somewhere else."

"You... tried it?"

"The deep conscious environment is made up of your subconscious mind, where you may find things that you are attached to or the truth that you want to know."

Lin Dong said it easily. Someone like her would never get lost in her subconscious. She had nothing to be attached to, nor did she want to know any truth. She tried this method just for fun. Life in the academy was too boring, so she had to find some excitement, right?
“You just have to remember, no matter what’s out there, you just have to keep going,” she said.

……

No matter what's there, you just keep going.

Such voices echoed in Ivy's ears. She was a little dazed. When she came to her senses, the warm morning sun shone on her. She was lying on the soft big bed, covered with a quilt, and the room was filled with the fragrance of flowers.

This is her home, the mansion of Margaret's family in the imperial capital.

“Boom boom, boom boom, boom boom—!”

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Before she could say anything, the other party pushed open the bedroom door and ran to her in a hurry. The ponytail on the back of her head swung back and forth. The girl ran closer and threw herself directly on the bed. "The sun is shining on your butt, why don't you get up!"

The short little arms grabbed Ivy's shoulders and pulled her out of the bed.

Whose child is this? How could he be so rude?
Ivy wanted to complain, but when the girl got closer and took a closer look, she blurted out, "Porcelain doll?"

Compared to when they met in Ximu Town, the porcelain doll's face has hardly changed, only her hairstyle has changed. Perhaps for the convenience of fighting, the porcelain doll cut off her single ponytail and left only short hair.

"Porcelain doll? Ivy, have you fallen asleep? What porcelain doll?"

The girl raised her hand and was about to pull her cheek, trying to sober her up.

The maid of the mansion came late, holding up her skirt, trotting into the room, with a worried look on her face, "Miss Viola, the eldest lady is still resting!"

Viola was always in a hurry. She ran very fast and was very agile, so the servants in the mansion couldn't catch up with her.

Ivy didn't blame the maid, but then she was stunned.

Huh?
Who is Viola?
Is that the porcelain doll's name?

It seemed that they had known each other for a long time, so well that Viola could trot all the way into her bedroom without being stopped outside by the mansion guards.

As she thought about it, Viola proudly straightened her chest. Bathed in the sunshine, she announced to Ivy, "Ivy, I have passed the selection of the Holy See. From today on, I am a priest!"

Ivy felt that she had seen such a scene before.

A young girl with a ponytail stood in front of her window, saying something arrogantly.

But when did this happen?

Her name is Viola. Is she the eldest daughter of some noble family?

Ivy's pupils shrank, and she saw the questions in her mind turned into floating words, displayed in the most conspicuous place in the bedroom.

Red words, words dripping with blood.

A shadow cast a shadow around the text, and the space became like a cracked window, with deep darkness on the other side of the cracks.

"Ivy? Ivy!"

Viola called her a few times, and she was soon supported by the maid's arms and carried out of the door. The bedroom door was open, but Ivy could not see the other side.

No, don't go there.

Ivy reached out her hand almost instinctively. Even though she knew nothing about Viola, she still instinctively wanted to call her.

But she lost the ability to speak and could only watch Viola leave.

Ivy remembered Winter's words. This was a deep consciousness, a fragment of memory. She couldn't change what had happened. One day, Viola broke into her bedroom.

Ivy quickly cheered up. She got out of bed and looked directly at the bloody words.

Viola passed the priest's test and later became a member of the choir. Every member of the choir had to use the Holy Word to eliminate their emotions. This was no secret in the upper class of the imperial capital. Some children from noble families would take the priest's test, and their families were proud that they could become members of the choir.

In the Vatican, it is a more sacred status than high-ranking priests. They are regarded as the whip of the goddess, used to punish blasphemers.

But why did she want to erase this memory?

Ivy looked at the door that led to nowhere. This door might not be connected to the corridor of the mansion. This was her deep consciousness, and she could decide for herself where this door would lead to.

She put on her shoes and stood in the doorway.

Many voices came from the darkness outside the door, all about Viola, and all the memories about her were thrown into the pitch-black darkness.

Ivy closed her eyes and listened carefully to every word.

"Ivy, the teacher praised me for being talented."

"I'm already several steps ahead of you, but it doesn't matter. At worst I can protect you in the future."

"I learned a very powerful protection spell. Would you like to see it?"

"Ivy, have you heard of the choir? Only the best priests are qualified to be a member of the choir!"

"Ivy..."

She suddenly opened her eyes and reached her hand into the darkness.

The cold chains blocked her outside. A strange scene appeared on the other side of the door. It was a dim corridor connected to another door leading to an unknown place. However, that door was locked with several chains that shouldn't be there. On both sides of the corridor were Vatican-style stained windows.

This is somewhere in the Imperial Cathedral, and these chains were added later by humans.

Ivy felt as if her legs were filled with lead. Every step she took required a great deal of effort. Her body sent out signals of rejection, refusing to accept the scene on the other side of the door.

This is the secret of the choir.

It took Ivy several minutes to walk through the corridor that was less than ten meters long. When she stood in front of the door, her whole body was soaked with sweat. She reached out and grasped the cold chains. These chains had no keys and did not require keys to open. She took a deep breath and tore the chains apart with one force.

The door behind the chain was not locked, and there was a faint green light behind the door.

There was an altar there, and many people were busy in front of the altar. Their faces were blurry, and only one figure was particularly conspicuous. Even though he was wearing a uniform similar to that of a doctor and half of his face was covered by white cloth, Ivy still recognized the man at a glance.

That was her father, holding a sharp knife in his hand, which could cut a hole in the body with just a slight scratch.

My father heard the noise at the door, just glanced over here, and then continued with the work at hand.

He was using a sharp blade to cut open the human abdominal cavity.

Viola lay quietly on the altar, motionless like a sacrificial lamb, and objects that Ivy didn't want to distinguish carefully were taken out of her abdominal cavity one by one.

Viola's face was pale, her neck tilted high, and her lifeless eyes brightened up a little when she saw Ivy at the door, and she gave her a bright smile.

After removing the objects from Viola's abdominal cavity, the men put the parts back in one by one.

Cracks appeared in the world before her eyes, and the splitting headache came up again, mixed with a familiar voice, which was her father's advice to her.

"Ivy, you are the future heir of the Margaret family."

“Never let anyone see your vulnerable side.”

"This is my gift to you. You must pass this secret on."

"About ancient technology, and the secrets of the choir..."

"Ivy, I'm very disappointed in you. You're too weak. People like you can't survive in this city."

"Then let me help you."

No matter what's there, you just keep going.

In the endless darkness, Ivy heard Winter's hint. She couldn't tell the direction, so she gritted her teeth and walked forward relying on her intuition. She wanted to leave this place. Beyond her deep consciousness, there was someone waiting for her.

She vaguely saw a light in the distance, and there seemed to be faint sounds coming from there, as if someone was talking in the light. She also smelled another smell, different from the disgusting smell of blood in the room, it was a faint, sour cream smell.

"Look what I found! It's hard bread and sour cream!"

Ivy heard someone say this in the light spot.

She walked towards the light, and the scene on the other side finally appeared.

"Give it to me, I want to eat it!"

She was a little tired and needed to replenish her energy.

Ethan heard Ivy's mumbling in her sleep. The girl made a request before she even opened her eyes. He handed over the hard bread. Normally, Ivy disliked hard bread. At that time, the bakery was having a promotion, and he bought a dozen hard breads at a low price, but she didn't even eat one.

However, this time, Ivy seemed to have completely thrown aristocratic etiquette to the winds. The way she ate could be described as ferocious. She bit the bread in anger, leaving jagged teeth marks on it, and didn't care even if the sour cream got on her face.

Ethan handed over an assist - apple juice he picked up from the hotel.

This assist came at the right time. Before Ivy was about to choke, she took a sip of fruit tea and then started coughing violently.

She rarely ate anything so hard, and her body protested strongly.

After the violent coughing stopped, Ethan didn't let the silence last too long. He congratulated Ivy, "Welcome back."

Ivy was looking sideways at Viola, who was only one bed away from her.

Viola closed her eyes and fell asleep. Of course, for Viola now, there was no concept of sleep. The reason why she closed her eyes was because the energy supply was cut off.

Her body was replaced with sophisticated ancient technology that could provide her with a constant supply of energy.

This is a machine that looks exactly like Viola.

"The Church's healing technique can provide her with a strong vitality, ensuring that she can still remain conscious after her body is cut open."

This is a secret of Margaret's family, and she should not share it with anyone. "The machine installed in her body needs to be supplied with souls, and the Pope will select those with the purest souls."

Ivy suddenly thought of something and said, "Viola, that's her name, and she's my best friend."

Maybe.

She could only analyze the relationship between herself and Viola silently in her heart, using rational and objective thinking.

Ivy lowered her head. She could still remember Viola lying on the altar and giving her a brilliant smile. However, to Ivy, friendship was an illusory concept without any real feeling. For her now, the passionate emotions would only give her a headache.

The aftereffects of the Holy Word were still on her body, but that wasn't entirely a bad thing. At least after she finished her "meditation", she recovered by just eating some hard bread.

She seemed to still be able to hear her father's teachings.

Someone has to inherit these lost technologies, and it must not be someone with rich emotions.

You must always make calm judgments to ensure that Margaret's bloodline continues.

So she ran away from home and ran to the border of the empire, pursuing a goal that seemed impossible to achieve.

An idea was brewing in Ivy's mind.

Just now, she personally ended this escape journey away from the imperial capital.

"Ethan."

"Ok?"

"After this matter is over, I should return to the imperial capital."

(End of this chapter)