Miss Witch's Forbidden Book Secret

Brigitte immediately realized what was happening.

The elements of a sheathless blade are too obvious!

Brigitte had previously categorized these as alchemical "interrelationships, interchangeable front and back," but she never expected them to be unsheathed blades!

Killing and being killed, conspiracies and assassinations. And then there's the rule that only three can survive—what if all the conscious participants refuse to participate in the killing?

That leaves only the nightmare driving itself.

How to promote it?

ghost.

Brigitte had long since realized that those incessant ghosts were constantly urging her to bleed profusely.

Like that bloodthirsty spectator.

But the problem is, even alchemy isn't that extreme!

That makes sense now.

Tia said, "Given the nature of the Unsheathed Blade, I don't think this ritual will allow us to easily gain control of the Sanctuary. We'll probably have to kill a few people to even get to the Secret Codex."

Brigitte, being an Iris person, wholeheartedly agreed and raised her hand, saying, "Agreed."

But the question is, what are you going to do?

"Only the Sheathless Blade itself can defeat the Sheathless Blade."

Tia paused, toying with her snuff bottle, and said, "The only way is to kill."

Brigitte leaned over and patted Tia's forehead, saying speechlessly, "Stop pretending, I'm asking you what to do."

Tia swatted away Brigitte's paw and said irritably, "It means exactly what it says, just kill them all. The ones you can see, and the ones you can't."

"Are you serious?"

"Of course!"

"So confident?"

Brigitte frowned slightly, staring intently at Tia, trying to read her expression.

It wasn't that she didn't believe what Tia said.

The only solution to the Unsheathed Blade is the Unsheathed Blade itself—the end of chaos is itself part of chaos, and the Unsheathed Blade's ultimate goal is to kill itself.

Therefore, extraordinary individuals who choose the path of the unsheathed blade generally do not have a good ending.

For example, Cameron was killed by Tia at a young age. Holly fared a little better, but she still ended up orphaned and dependent on her mother's son.

In this nightmare, the embodiment of the unsheathed blade should be that group of ghosts, as well as the hostile ritual participants.

Santis and his group are easy to deal with, but how do we deal with the ghosts?

Brigitte still hasn't found where those ghosts are!

Tia didn't explain much to her, just asked her to watch the door for her outside, and then took out a snuff bottle from the conference room.

She already knew a lot about snuff bottles.

Aladdin's magic lamp!

She took out her snuff bottle and shook it, and grayish-white smoke billowed out, quickly filling the entire officers' conference room.

The billowing smoke first enveloped Tia's figure, making it impossible for her to see anything outside. Then even the sounds disappeared, and the voices of the ghosts gradually faded into the distance.

In the smoke.

The azure elf clasped its hands together in a yoga pose, its upper body human and its lower body smoke, and exclaimed in surprise, "Ah! That little prophet is dead?"

Tia clapped her hands and said, "If you think she's dead, then she's dead."

"Then it seems he's not dead yet—well, let's not discuss that, little alchemist."

Smoke billowed from the snuff bottle. The elf's upper body was beside Tia, her breasts pressed tightly against her arm, while her lower body, shrouded in smoke like some kind of snake, smiled and said:

"I see, little alchemist. Jasmine is on you. Now you should know the rules of the transaction, right?"

"Three wishes, and I'll give you three souls in return?"

"No, there are two—that little prophet has already used one."

Tia didn't stand on ceremony and went straight to the point: "I need control of this sanctuary."

"That's outrageous," the elf said, stroking Tia's face. "But I'm sorry to say—the only wish I can grant is related to this ship."

"The ship is the sanctuary."

“But the Sanctuary is not a ship. Little alchemist, you're not here to play word games with me. Fine, I can grant you this wish, but the price won't just be three souls, it will be dozens—no, hundreds of souls!”

The elf smiled and said, "So, your wish is invalid. Now there is one more wish left."

Tia calmly replied, "No, elf, of course I can provide you with that many souls."

"Oh?"

The elf narrowed his eyes, then burst into loud laughter.

Arrogant, truly arrogant.

Unlike other beings that are like vague projections in nightmares, these two extraordinary objects in Jeremiah's Sanctuary are fully aware that they are in a nightmare.

There is no other reason.

Tia had already guessed it.

Whether it's a nightmare or a sanctuary, the source must be the deceased great prophet Jeremiah. This is provided by the ouroboros's voice-over, so it can't be fake.

So far, almost all the elements she has encountered are unsheathed blades, and none of the seven participants have played the role of a prophet.

So where are the elements of prophecy?

When Tia obtained the magic mirror that allowed her to directly observe other extraordinary individuals, she was still uncertain.

Now that I've encountered a snuff bottle that directly fulfills my wishes, I'm quite certain that fulfilling one's wishes is essentially an inevitable future.

“I have seen countless audacious superhumans in this sanctuary, but apart from Jeremiah, there is truly only one as presumptuous as you!”

"The souls of the material world! Tell me, how are you going to provide me with those hundreds of souls?"

The appearance of the spirit in the pot changed again and again.

She licked her lips softly and said, "I've killed so many people on the ship already, little alchemist, are you planning to stay in the nightmare to keep me company?"

First it transformed into Brigitte's appearance, then into Tia's appearance, and finally settled on Tia's familiar look.

Jeremiah, feminine and young, draped in the white robes of the Palace of Wisdom!

Chapter 286 Three Wishes and Three Requests

“Don’t stare at me like that. I am Jeremiah’s past and her future. I am her essence and her remnant.”

The spirit in the pot stroked Tia's face, asking with interest, "Light in the blood, and the Crimson Grail Seal. Are you a priest of Ansu?"

"Not counting."

Tia's voice was hesitant and stuttering, mainly because she was so shocked that her brain hadn't processed it yet.

Sister, if you're Jeremiah, where did my senior go?

Jeremiah didn't die either!

The elven said, “I already told you, don’t be so surprised. I am Jeremiah of the year 227, the great prophet of the House of Wisdom. You can also call me by my Arabian name, Irimiah.”

"This ship you see is where I committed suicide. My purpose was to sever my memories and completely cut myself off from the path of the prophet. As for the means—"

The elf looked at Tia with a smile.

Tia immediately understood.

—It is a blade without a sheath.

This explains why nightmares are filled with the déjà vu of unsheathed blades.

"Memory is never a vague silhouette in a dream, and it cannot be destroyed immediately if she wants to delete it."

“I am the manifestation of this sanctuary, but also her past, the memories she willingly relinquished, the consciousness and personality she has formed over five hundred years. And of course, this little snuff bottle.”

"The deep sea always holds traces of the past."

Essentially, this elf is not the same as the senior Jeremiah whom Tia knows.

She is now a completely independent being, and has been affected by the Unsheathed Blade, so it can be said that she has absolutely no relation to the real Jeremiah in the material world.

Hmm... this way Tia will feel less guilty about harming her.

The elf stretched its waist comfortably.

Emotional beings have a desire to vent. She had been trapped in this terrible nightmare for who knows how many centuries, and finally met someone she could talk to. Her urge to vent burst forth instantly.

Cool!

Enjoying it is great, but we still need to negotiate the business.

The elf asked, "So, little alchemist, how do you plan to provide me with so many souls?"

Tia didn't answer the question, but tilted her head and asked, "How many people are on the ship?"

"Now?"

"before."

The elf's eyes curved into a beautiful smile. She clapped her hands a few times, then suddenly leaned close to Tia and said in a low voice, "Do you want the ghosts on this ship to sacrifice themselves for me?"

"How dare you!"

Tia showed no fear whatsoever, instead asking, "Is there anything more fitting for the Unsheathed Blade than rebellion and chaos directed against oneself?"

Snap! Snap!

The elf pulled away from Tia and clapped for her again.

"Interesting, very interesting! But you're right, betraying an enemy is easy, betraying oneself is extremely difficult. Making me kill the ghost of my own sanctuary is truly a grand spectacle of a sheathed blade!"

Seeing that the elf had agreed, Tia smiled and said, "I've heard before that there are three basic requirements for a qualified alchemist, which correspond to the three major requirements of alchemical transformation and sublimation, harmony and unity, and the ultimate and perfect."

"Oh?"

"The first item is the knowledge and skills that are transformed and elevated."

"and then?"

"The second is the consciousness and instinct of harmony and unity."

"And what about the third item?"

Tia didn't answer, but asked with her hands behind her back, "How's our deal?"

“Your deal is very tempting to me.”

"Then, little alchemist, you'd better listen to the price!"

The smoke beneath the elf swirled around Tia countless times, and the elf pointed at the tip of Tia's nose, saying:

"If you fail—whether it's not gathering enough souls for me, well... let's say a hundred; or if you die."

"You will be completely consumed by this nightmare, under my control. Your body will be at my beck and call, and you will become one of the countless ghosts you have killed!"

"So, will you still agree?"

This is indeed a harsh price to pay.

It's almost as if to say that if Tia makes a mistake, then her control will completely revert to the spirit in the snuff bottle and to this sunken sanctuary.

This is no different from a direct death sentence.

Moreover, as long as Tia doesn't inherit this sanctuary—she can leave here safely, the only problem being that she'll kill Londel later.

She could even stab Brigitte to death instead of killing Lundl.

If she's lucky, she might even have a chance to take the secret text, the Book of the Black Sea, from this sanctuary.

Tia looked directly at the elf, smoke swirling around her hair as it floated backward.

At this crucial moment, with only an hour left in this nightmare, and just as she was about to choose to float away from it.