Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

Vera became even more interested and quickly pressed for more information.

The geologist mumbled, "I'm not entirely sure either. It seems that because of the rebellion a while ago, one of them, Brigitte, the eldest daughter of the wealthy Montreal family, was killed in a bomb attack. Miss Furnessa is about to attend her funeral."

She turned out to be a lesbian.

Vera wasn't surprised. After seeing so many extraordinary individuals, she had become numb to the diverse range of sexual orientations.

Anyway, as long as they don't go to the grass lizards, they're all normal people.

Vera said with a hint of regret, "That's two separate affairs. How come there are two lovers? Who is the other lover?"

"Uh, I heard her name is Eleanor, but there isn't much information about her. The claim that she was his lover seems more like a fabrication; she was probably just a good friend or something."

"Huh? What's your name?"

The geologist said, "Eleanor, those professors also said she's from Ansu, and even an Ansu princess. Miss Frinna is her close friend, but I don't recall having a princess named Eleanor in Ansu... This must be a rumor. Even if she really is a princess of our Silver Castle, it's impossible that the people of Ansu haven't heard of her."

This is not a rumor.

And Eleanor did indeed bloom irises.

The scholar scratched his head and added, "Moreover, it is said that Miss Funina herself is from Ansu or has Ansu ancestry."

That's impossible.

Although Vera didn't know Eleanor very well, she had known her for several months at Silver Castle.

Eleanor's social circle was even smaller than hers; she only knew a handful of people.

Moreover, Eleanor is rather foolish; she's probably been tricked by some wicked woman.

Buhou!

Vera took a deep breath. Although she had not yet embarked on the path of the Holy Grail, the Holy Grail heart hidden within her and the saintly qualities she had acquired still compelled her to do something.

We must crack down on these fakes and save Eleanor from this predicament.

Then I have no choice but to attend the funeral.

Vera quickly asked the geologist, "Mr. Sergei, was the time and place of the funeral mentioned?"

The geologist said, "Oh? I don't know about that. But the Montellima family seems to be quite famous in Fogmoon City. You can ask the locals."

"Okay! Thank you very much!"

Anytime! Anywhere! Super Vera! Do good deeds seriously!

Chapter 261 May she rest in peace!

Tuesday arrived quickly.

On Tuesday, the Father of All Things was very kind; despite the clear sky, a light drizzle fell, perfectly enveloping Mistmoon City and its surroundings.

The rain on a sunny July day is by no means cold; it just carries a slight chill, enough to keep your clothes from getting too wet and cold, and it adds a touch of sadness to the atmosphere.

Outside the Montreal family mansion, several rows of black umbrellas were being held up.

The funeral rites for Iris and Anzu are quite different. First, there is no need for a cemetery, and second, there is no need for burial. The funeral will be held at the deceased's home or a designated location. After death, the ashes are put into urns and placed in a shrine in the family cemetery or directly scattered in a river or sea.

The reason for not using cemeteries is that Iris itself doesn't have a cemetery tradition. Cemeteries originated from church cemeteries, but Iris has shifted to atheism, and there aren't many churches anymore. Instead, small family cemeteries have taken its place.

The reason for not burying the deceased was that the Iris Flower region was frequently plagued by internal strife. To prevent their dead from being dug up from their tombstones by political enemies, who would then whip their corpses and seize their property, nobles did not set up burial goods or use cemeteries. At most, they would break the urn containing their ashes, aiming for simplicity, efficiency, and maximizing their own interests.

Of course, this is the rule for the nobility; ordinary people can bury their dead however they want, without being bound by etiquette.

The Montellima family, as wealthy and de facto nobles, built their shrine in the style of a church.

The difference is that after entering the main gate, there are only a few rows of benches, no icons or crosses, only an altar for placing coffins and corpses, and a long walkway for mourners to come and offer their final condolences.

As for inside the coffin—

That wasn't Brigitte herself inside. After all, she wouldn't be able to stand lying in there all day.

Furthermore, in the public narrative, Brigitte was killed by a barrage of alchemical bombs, nearly turning into pieces. To then reassemble her body and place it in a coffin would be incredibly disrespectful to the head of the family.

Therefore, the Alchemy Society provided lifelike alchemical dolls as a substitute.

This doll was made by the patriarch Jeremiah, a saint of the Way of the Moths who was a master of disguise. The doll's appearance was exactly the same as Brigitte's, almost indistinguishable from the real thing.

Guarding the coffin were several of Brigitte's elders, led by her uncle Rafa.

Before the coffin, several nobles who had close ties with the Montellima family sighed and left words of condolence.

Count Farnas of the Constitutional Council left a bouquet of flowers and said to Rafa, “I was deeply shocked to hear the tragic news of Miss Brigitte’s passing. Miss Brigitte’s vision and decisiveness still amaze me. She was not only a business genius, but also a true strategist. Her departure is a great loss to the entire Iris business sector. I am deeply saddened by the loss of such a talented individual to Your Excellency and your family.”

Rafa said sadly, "Please accept my condolences."

Marn Kulen, accompanied by President Krishkin in a wheelchair, presented a bouquet of flowers and said sorrowfully:

“Miss Brigitte and the Montreal family have always been my and Clichy’s greatest supporters! Such a young life, such brilliant wisdom, ended in such a... tragic way. Father of all things, the heavens are jealous of talent!”

"Please accept my condolences, Mr. Marn, and Chairman Krish."

They then walked over and sat down on the bench.

Even Tia, who came to pay her respects to Brigitte, had changed into a black, fitted bodice with a flared skirt and a black lace-trimmed walking skirt that didn't suit her figure at all. She had a white camellia pinned to her chest, and her hands, wrapped in silk gloves, folded her black umbrella. Holding a bouquet of flowers in her arms, she stepped across the threshold and walked onto the long walkway.

Her white-streaked hair clashed particularly with the outfit, so she styled her long, thick hair into a bun and hid it under the layers of lace mesh of the black wide-brimmed hat she wore at an angle.

In the shadows cast by the candles on either side, her facial expression was not visible.

Logically, one should look somewhat sad when attending a funeral.

But then he thought about how he had to pay his respects to Brigitte lying in her coffin, watch her being cremated, and then her family, with sorrowful faces, carrying the small earthenware urn containing her ashes to bury her in the family cemetery:

—It's already impressive that she can hold her tongue, let alone cry a couple of times and shed tears?

"Hello, Uncle Rafa."

Tia placed the bouquet outside the coffin, arranging it in a circle. Thinking of her constipation, she tried her best to look pained, her voice calm but with a slight tremor. She then turned to look at the people attending the funeral.

"On the 13th of July in the 535th year of the Holy Calendar, Brigitte, companion of Fernina Bonaparte, the most successful freight king of the Iris, and the greatest genius of the Montreal family in her time, stopped on her path to greatness."

"When we heard that she had come out of the Grand Theatre and had been in the hospital for less than an hour, we went in and found her asleep in bed, sleeping peacefully."

The sound wasn't loud, but it pierced the heart and resonated deeply.

For a time, not only the nobles who actually came to pay their respects, but even the elders of the Montreal family, who each had their own thoughts about Brigitte's death, were deeply moved by her.

This must be true love!

It surpasses even love, and is a profound emotion that strikes the soul!

Tears welled in Uncle Rafa's eyes. "Please accept my condolences, Miss Bonaparte."

Tia said deeply, "Whether the Kingdom of the Father of All Things exists on the other side or not, may she rest in peace after she falls asleep."

May she rest in peace.

May she rest in peace!

"Alas, may she rest in peace..."

..............

As the solemn funeral proceeded slowly, Brigitte, far away at the farm and horse ranch outside Mistmoon City, opened a few bottles of wine, waiting for Nogi to send her a message.

A light drizzle was falling on the meadow, and Brigitte let out two burps under the eaves.

Two glasses of iced wine, so refreshing!

Soon after, Nogi arrived in a hurry.

Brigitte, her voyeuristic tendencies kicking in, immediately asked, "How's things at Fontaine Palace now? Has Jeremiah arrived?"

Nogi quickly said, "President Jeremiah has arrived! Even Ms. Bernice from Ansu has come."

"Wow! By the Father of all things, this is going to be interesting. Where are those old men now?"

"We are entertaining guests."

"Hmm, not bad. After those nobles and bureaucrats give me their spiel, they'll probably start making a scene in the family. By the way, tell me a couple of things the guests said to me."

Nogi hesitated.

The young lady's hobby is so strange. She always says Miss Bonaparte isn't human, but she's not human either...

"Speak quickly!"

Brigitte was impatient.

Nogi could only pick two paragraphs to praise.

Brigitte immediately felt better, as if she had drunk a whole bottle of ice wine and was floating on air. A wicked smile appeared on her face as she asked, "Is there any more?"

The housekeeper hesitated before saying, "There's more."

“Then continue, Nogi.”

"Uh... but the rest are all rumors that you're dead."

"Huh? What the heck?"

“Miss Bonaparte sent her condolences, and...it moved everyone. They were all deeply saddened by the relationship between Miss Bonaparte and you.”

"and many more......"

Brigitte was filled with questions. She jumped up and asked, "Is this my funeral? Not Furnessa Bonaparte's funeral?"

"..."

Nogi didn't dare to say anything.

Brigitte was immediately enraged. "Damn Bonaparte! Investigate again and report back!"

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I ate something bad and am about to collapse from diarrhea. I need to rest for a bit. The next chapter will be later.

Chapter 262 Brigitte's Death and Decline

In the Montreal family's mortuary, Tia was so engrossed in mourning for Brigitte that she lost all sense of time and place.

Regardless of whether Brigitte is dead or not, she's dead now anyway.

Now that everyone's dead, it's all up to Tia to say. And then, all sorts of effusive praise poured out:

Exceptional talent, elegance, wisdom, extraordinary courage, and forward-thinking vision are merely appetizers. Lofty moral character and selfless dedication are nothing more than child's play.

Anyway, the Montreal family members were so impressed that they developed all sorts of strange and embellished views of Brigitte's absurd, unruly, and wild real life.

After all, this young lady does indeed live a secluded life, and apart from her personal butler, Nogi, she doesn't usually interact with anyone—at least not with her so-called family.

Therefore:

Her reclusive lifestyle transformed into profound thought; her lavish investment in building a horse farm became visionary wisdom; her extravagant spending became selfless compassion. Even her somewhat perverse and infamous quirks were transformed into progressive and open-minded thinking.

Therefore, it's safe to say that Brigitte Macron was truly a "genius, a great businesswoman, a freight tycoon, a social activist, a great philanthropist, the flower of Montreal, a blooming rose..."

Tia showered Brigitte with compliments without any hesitation.

As for whether she will find her persona ruined and morally corrupt after she comes back to life...

Let's look at President Jeremiah arriving from afar, family members!

Besides Jeremiah, another unexpected yet perfectly understandable guest came to offer condolences.

"Ms. Bernice?"

Tia stood up from the bench and greeted the old woman with the respect due to a junior, helping her to a bench on the right side of the mourning hall. She exclaimed in surprise, "Why did you come here too?"

The seating arrangement in the funeral hall was quite interesting.

The bench was divided in two by the walkway leading to the coffin. On the left were guests from the Ministry of the Interior or the City Hall, and occasionally a few big businessmen could be seen. On the right were all old nobles and members of the Chamber of Commerce.

Although the grand council at the Palace of Fontainebleau next door wouldn't start for another five hours, our relationship was already clearly defined in this small mourning hall.

“That’s a good question, young Bonaparte. The Montellima family has always had a cooperative relationship with the Royal Shipyard of Silver Castle, and even Her Majesty the Queen knew about Miss Montellima’s death.”

Ms. Bernice wore a black blouse with a high collar and shawl, the long hem densely embroidered with gold scrollwork, and a long black velvet cloak. From a distance, this elderly lady, whose wrinkles were already quite noticeable, appeared elegant and dignified.

She patiently explained to Tia, "The Montreal family is not only the largest customer of the Royal Shipyard's armed ocean-going transport ships because of their status as a cargo giant, but they have also recruited a large number of young men from Ansu who are interested in ocean voyages. They also have a shipyard on the Politics Coast, and their manufacturing technology for civilian ships and even warships is no less than that of the country."

Ms. Bernice smiled lightly and brushed it off, unwilling to elaborate.