When the three lines for her honorary title was complete.
Selina quickly planned on attempting the ritual before ending the day.
It was risky. The White Maiden part may not have the capabilities to establish a corresponding connection with her identity.
She was the reborn Child of God, perhaps she should've settled for this title.
However, reborn also signifies a few beginning, the shedding of vice and the birth of purity.
Her followers can still chose to respect the title, but this would cost them the ability to communicate with her.
With all this in mind, Selina did not lingered in the dreamworld for too long.
Recalling her previous visits, she left the mysterious scape. The space reverted back to its vicious environment.
...
Selina sat upright and looked outside of the window.
The crimson moon suspends idly across the sky. Its presences casts a pallid glow over her bedroom.
She did not have a pocket watch to tell the time, however she can tell that it's alright past midnight.
"I still have a few candles left... I should have brought a silver dagger. It's fine, the being I'm praying to is only myself anyway." She muttered.
With a sigh, she got up off the bed and turned for the table.
Just like before with Mr. Fool, she placed it on the room's center, then prepared the things she needs.
Now that she thought of it, Mr. Fool's prayer ritual was unlike Old Neil's. Requiring four dishes to be placed diagonal of each at the sides.
"Perhaps, His prayer ritual was unique to Himself?"
After completing her preparation. Selina's heart raced with both anticipation and fear.
Fear that what might occur may invoke another being's attention. Anticipation for the success of her attempt.
Selina gulped a saliva, reached for the silver and imagined the coalesced objects, entering half-Cogitation.
Her eyes immediately turned whiter-blue.
After this, she pointed the knife's tip toward the empty space of the candle stand.
She said with solemnity, "I"
Then, she followed, "I sanctify you!
"Silver knife to be my guiding light!
"To help me reach a being beyond a realm!"
At this point, she recalled how clumsy her first attempt at praying to a deity. Suspecting that if it wasn't Mr. Fool, it would have failed inevitably.
With a soft sigh, she pierced a bag of salt and took a first step.
Tap.
Then another.
Tap.
Selina continued this until she circled the table. Similar to how she did in the first ritual.
Each step draws a mysterious air that formed an invisible force. Her mind pictures a river of spirituality, gushing to the floor.
By the time she stopped. Selina could feel a formless barrier all around her and the table.
"You have been sanctified!" She dictated one last time, similar to how Old Neil did it.
After this, her hand lifted a box of match and began lighting the candles accordingly.
The Essential oil she used is called Moonlight Slumber. It was a random oil she brought. The liquid had a cerulean blue and green surface.
Even though the matter of pleasing the god is not needed. Selina still felt that dripping a drop is still mandatory.
Sizzle!
A soothing fragrance drifted in the air, easing Selina of her worries even for a bit.
Here, she placed the silver knife down and clasped her hand.
There was also the symbol Old Neil carved to a piece of goatskin parchment. However, since she's not praying for money, she forfeited the idea.
Selina exhaled, relaxing herself for an effective cogitation.
She began chanting in Hermes:
"The White Maiden from a distant time..."
The air began to stir. It was cold and shivering.
Selina's heart slowly became heavy, an unknown feeling blooming from her chest. In spite of this, she pressed on.
"The Reborn Daughter of a mysterious dreamworld..."
The atmosphere halted, it shifts to tranquility.
"The Beginning and the End of the extending vines..."
At this moment, the plumes coming the candles swayed vigorously. It did so consistently.
Her voice reached the corners of the room.
Beyond the gray fog, a world that was composed of filthy and bizarre organs, pulsing flesh, an emerald light coalesced into vines.
There was only one vine that extends into the darkness. Speckles of emerald light hover around it, appearing like a beautiful sparkle of fireflies.
The air around Selina's ear suddenly reverberates.
The same distant murmurs she heard once, roaring like small insects pestering her around had inundated her instantly.
It was vague, unclear. Selina arched her brows and couldn't help but strain to understand.
She controlled her mind, using her Cogitated state, the voices refined one after another.
"The White Maiden..."
Selina opened her eyes from shock. Her Cogitation was cut off.
"That was my voice!" she exclaimed in horror.
Her ritual was abruptly ended. Without tidying the place. Selina reentered her half-Cogitated state to limit the voices drowning her.
Then, she collapsed.
Within the filthy world, with the sky as tissues appearing as a womb. A figure of a woman was constructed from organs.
Selina opened her eyes to the familiar environment.
Trails of vibrant green vines spirals from her feet. The ground growing fields of grasser sways in a gentle zephyr.
The sky bore an illusory sun, the clouds casts its complex shadows over her.
The mural-like vines continues to flex, paving a path in a direction towards the unknown. Nothing seemed to have changed.
Except for the familiar fireflies hovering around a trail!
This was the similar situation where her follower used to sacrifice the accumulated documents!
Selina extended her hand towards it. She instilled this action with the sensation of desire, a habit she didn't know until now, uses spirituality.
The emerald speckles formed a concentrated star that pulsed with average amplitude.
Through the divine light that ignited within, she saw her table, the three-candled stand, the line of salt around the table and her bedroom.
She saw herself with disheveled hair, lying unconsciously on the floor.
Selina felt each of her hair stand on ends.
It worked...
The world, the scene beyond the star of emerald light was surreal. It compelled her to reach out.
However, her hand was unable to touch it. Her body was rooted into the floor, her legs vanishing to the dirt.
The connection made from her and the suspended star displays a formation of coalesced lights.
These lights descends onto the floor to the trails until it spiraled to her feet.
Selina continued to hear her stacked illusory voices amid the deafening roars it brought.
When it stopped, the emerald star fleeted as well.
Multiple soft gasps were then heard from across the empty field.
Haaah... Haaah...
Selina's heart kept ramming her throat. She couldn't believe it, she was scared that her title might point to something else.
Haah...
When her breath lessened and balanced. She composed herself with relief.
"Alright... Now that I have a honorific name, my believers should be able to communicate with me once I relayed my revelation..."
She turned her head. The vine that corresponds to that devout believer who fervently sacrificed the documents greets her.
Just before she could extend her palm, the deafening voices began to surface.
They were slowly surfacing, she felt the cries of distant creatures.
Selina retracted her hand and immediately simulated the sensation of falling.
The world turned dark.
...
In the bedroom of her residence.
Selina woke up with a light ache on her temple.
The candles continues to burn brightly, and the scented air have already dispersed.
While her left hand massage her temple, Selina began clearing any signs of her ritual.
Ouch!
Her index finger accidentally corked. Subjecting her into a prickling pain.
I should really stop going into the mysterious dreamworld while I stand. My face couldn't take anymore bruises...
When all of this are done, she left the bedroom for the sink and applied the agent that she still had from Darkwill onto her temple.
The mirror reflects her beautiful figure that didn't lingered for long.
She returned to the corridor and noticed that the black cat disappeared from its usual area.
Going for a late night snack?
Selina muttered in passing as she turned the door ajar.
Only after she threw herself back on the bed's embrace did she began recounting her prayer.
Now that I have ensured my honorific titles, being able to communicate with my believers won't be the only thing I can use it for right?
The dreamworld may still have dormant dangers waiting for a trigger, and Selina wasn't the type to take any chances if it meant she could prevent it.
With the ability to pray to herself, varied methods to bypass this will begin to rise. Such as exploiting the title to redirect it away from the possible owner.
My believer managed to sacrifice things to me and Old Neil mentions of the abilities of Deities to bestow things to their believers...
Selina couldn't help but smile as she kept on producing ways to exploit for her own benefits.
Yes... Perhaps through this I can obtain help from my believers!
But... I've already reached the end of the document's part concerning the rituals...
Alright, then I'll just have to make him divulge to me how to attempt it!
In the process of her thoughts, Selina's body constantly turned side to side.
Her mind was so active that she can't help but remain awake. She didn't noticed that a shadow leaped onto the rails of her window.
It was small. It had a tail and a fluffy round fur.
Between its mouth was a squirming little rodent, trying desperately to break free from its grasp.
Selina noticed this silhouette and turned her head toward the crimson light.
She saw the feline cat clutching a poor mouse by its pointy fangs.
Selina stood upright.
"Falacy! Where did you get that?"
From its fur, the cat drooped its eyelids in a condescending expression.
It pounced from the rails, landing reflexively on the floor, and presented the caught mouse to Selina.
Recalling her earlier request, Selina hurriedly took a glass bottle, punched a few holes with the knife she had yet to return and opened it for the cat.
"Thank you Falacy", she smiled sheepishly.
The cat willingly placed the mouse into the container. Strangely, the mouse didn't bothered escaping, instead it sleeps soundly when the lid was closed.
Selina almost assumed that the small creature met its end before she noticed faint pulses from its body.
With her test subject found. The cat didn't overstayed as it quickly leaped out of the window.
...
It was unknown when Selina had fallen asleep, but when she woke up it was already morning.
Her routine of buying a few pastries for herself, showering and cleaning the house briefly phased just in time for the Northland bank to open.
Selina wore her uniform composed of a white shirt tucked into her trouser. A waistcoat fits to her form as all of it were covered by a trench coat.
She did not forget to bring her custom revolver as the other was safely kept behind a dresser's compartment.
With her documents tucked in, she took a step forward.
Even though it was early, every profile lines was already packed with bustling people.
Stacked voices echoes a lively city, reminiscent of her past life.
There were people arguing over a mortgage, a few complains about their balance being off while some are there to withdraw or deposit.
When it was her turn, Selina presented her profile and confidentialities to the clerk.
The lady quickly recognized the faint emblem of the Church of the storms and thus didn't requested for additional info.
The clerk walked out of the door half an hour later, holding a silver card engraved with the Loen Kingdom's symbols.
"Thank you, please return again sometime."
After withdrawing fifty pounds for this month. Selina didn't waste her time as she immediately went and board a carriage, heading to 36 Zouteland Street.
...
Selina alighted and saw Klein not far from the road. Wearing a formal suit followed by a black inlaid cane.
Recalling Rozanne's exaggerated description of him returning back from a mission. Selina waved and called, "Mr. Moretti!"
Klein climbed the stairs and arrived before entrance.
As he was about to enter when a voice suddenly spoke at distance behind him.
He looked back and saw the silver hair braided-bun Selina waving at him. She didn't have her sunhat with her.
Klein waited until Selina reached him, then heard her say, "How was the mission? I heard from Rozanne that you returned, drenched with blood?"
There was concern in her voice.
He faced her, but in the end, Klein turned away.
Only after he adjusted his voice did he answered, "Yes, the operation went well without much casualties."
"I'm glad", Selina had a soft expression on her face.
"Ahem... Well, shall we enter?" Klein offered for the door that was ajar.
Selina nodded and went first to the corridor.