"M-Mrs. White?" Orola stammered whilst repeating the title.
Selina didn't respond. She watched as the woman's reaction speak in her stead.
At this moment, with a close inspection. The woman's height who she had seen from the scenes was actually inches away from her.
I'm almost certain she's taller than me but I'm actually taller...? Actually I've always been seeing that even for the young priest, my height would adjust significantly. Was this my subconscious way of easing my shortness complexity?
"Mrs. White..." Orolla murmured to herself. "I-I'm saved..."
Having said this, she lifted her chin and faced Selina.
"Y-Your grace. We're held captive!" Her voice was teary. She couldn't help but spoke her heart out for the Goddess to concur.
"W-We're in one of the fleet. Eight of it! Heading to the Tree of Flesh and Blood!"
Tree of Flesh and Blood? Is that an organism? Selina repeated the title and secretly thought of a giant trunk writhing in organs, pouring a river of blood.
Each strands of hair across her body stood up.
"I-I plead for your divine grace! I do not wish to become a marital aid!" the woman raised both her hands and assumed reverence before Selina.
In silence. Selina watched as Orola prostrate on the soil.
"Lift your head." the world echoed.
I am not your Goddess and I can't do anything about your situation... Is what she wanted to reply to spare her the time and effort.
Selina is not a deity. She is merely acting in hopes to make use of the malevolent cult behind the ruination of her hometown. Her moves onwards are merely optional.
Even if she would confess at this very moment, her loses wouldn't be significant. She can always compensate for it as a beyonder official in the future.
This position is safe and favorable until The Fool regains His former self.
However, this uncared indifference aren't directed at just anyone related to the cult.
So despite her preparedness to severe the connection at this instant. Selina indirectly influenced the world into saying:
"Do not abandon the infant conceived by your company."
"Jean?" Orola quickly thought of who it was and assumed that the Goddess is going to descent with the infant as her vessel.
"Y-Yes!" she pledged in reverence.
Afterwards, mimicking what gesture of the young priest, Yesir. She striked her abdomen with her arm and bowed at an angle.
"By your will!"
Just like the Evernight Goddess with the gesture of the moon. Selina figured this was the faction's prayer gesture they have developed throughout their rituals.
Orola... she recounted inwardly.
Among the lists of members in the documents. This particular name also bear the hidden surname, "Aurmir", behind a surfaced name Evanses.
Her true name is Orola Aurmir—same as Yesir and his grandfather who was likely a high sequence beyonder...
Also why did an incantation managed to reach me regardless of the being's title? In thought, she lifted a finger and pressed her chin.
Noble Queen... Subsidiary to ruler to City in Silver... City in Silver...
From what Yesir have given regarding the information of the faction. The Child of God title is what the Primordial Moon and Rose School of Thought refer to the True Goddess of Harvest...
Because of this, the True Goddess of Harvest's followers began referring to her as the Child of God as a way to conceal themselves...
Then that means the Goddess of Harvest. The Earth Mother was a fake? Also what is the City in Silver?
After committing the events in mind. Selina didn't prolonged the lady's stay as she severed her connection.
Then, moments just before she returns, another layer of prayers called from the horizon.
"The White Maiden from a distant time..."
Again!? Selina was already dying to leave.
She couldn't bear to experience the intense ravings yet again from the extension of her visit.
"The reborn daughter of a mysterious dreamworld..."
Was it the young priest? she strained for the voices to clear up. If it was indeed the young priest, she could just dismiss him off and feign ignorance at his prayer.
But the tone this time were different. It was a deep voice weighing a listless tone of someone nearing their forties.
Another believer of mine? she extended her spirituality and the speckles of emerald light gathered.
At one of the insects on the ceiling. Its eyes glowed and from there Selina saw the room.
The walls were peeling, the floor was unkept. Maintenance seemed scarce yet the tenants within couldn't care less.
Where is he praying?
"The Beginning and Ending of the vines..."
Shortly after the final line. The man stopped.
He seemed to be waiting for a response as he lifted his head toward the three candle stand.
There was no reaction.
That three lines was the honorary titles I made... Could it be that Yesir succeeded in spreading my title toward the members?
Selina hesitated to respond.
In case of a chance that her title was being used by another cult member, given that Yesir may have been squeezed of information by the opposing organization.
Anything that revolves around her cult should be taken with caution.
While further inspecting the place. The man within the scene spoke to himself.
"That Yesir..." he grumbled.
So he knows that former priest... Selina began considering if she should pull him.
Seeing the green vines writhe. She finally decided on the matter.
With her hand slowly reaching out. Her body phased out of existence.
...
Selina saw the surrounding plane gets overrun by thin mist.
It's not as thick as those within the mysterious space Mr. Fool dwells.
She saw a form of a figure shadowing a space in front of her.
His body was muscular yet his skin was slightly blemished.
The man's face wasn't entirely remarkable, but his deep-set of eyes gave off a cynical glare.
He stood firm and frozen. His gaze constantly wondered around.
By the time he noticed her. His burly body gave out.
You're big, why are you acting like a flailing rabbit?
Selina mused while observing.
"C-Child of God!" the man blurted out in fear.
Used to seeing such reaction from her followers. Selina made the world scatter bits of petals into the air.
This attempt managed to distract the man. In doing so, it eased him slightly.
Ensuring that the man's emotions is prepared. Selina spoke through the dreamworld.
A majestic voice from afar echoed: "Your name... Stand up."
The man trembled as he heed her.
He stood up and replied while stammering, "K-Kothe Warren your grace."
...
Selina jolted awake.
She saw that streaks of sunlight is starting to peek through the curtains of her window. Despite this, darkness still lingered dominantly outside.
Without a pocket to tell the time and the grand clock being in the entrance. Selina opted to see that she had woken up minutes before dawn.
A excruciating pain brought her to pressed her temple.
"I've overstayed again..." she muttered.
While massaging her head, she forced herself out of the bed.
The sensation from yesterday's training still lingered. But it didn't hindered her from navigating through the corridors and the washroom.
Upon entering, Selina faced herself in the mirror and tilted her head to see a bruise.
The reflection casts a mildly humorous pose of herself, a lady with exceptional beauty.
"How did I managed to hurt myself when I'm sleeping in my bed?" her brows met in confusion.
Regardless, after smearing the spot with an agent, she washed her face and dried lightly with a towel.
It took her a short time to adjust with the pain and with that she descended to the first floor.
Ding! Ding!
The door bell rang just as she reached the entrance hall.
Selina wondered who it was and decided to inspect the guest before preparing her breakfast.
In her long white modest night-gown, she lifted her toe up and strained for a glance in the peephole.
From its lenses, she saw a gray cap facing forward.
It was a child—their hand clutching their satchel filled with rolled newspapers.
Oh, seems today is the start of my newspaper subscription... Selina twisted the knob and opened the door.
"O-Oh, hello Miss..." The boy briskly took out a slip.
He read it on a whim and added, "Roy! Yes, alright here's your Tingen Morning Papers!"
The boy then offered her a rolled up paper.
Selina received her first newspaper before handing a penny.
"Thank you." she said.
"You're welcome!" the boy's voice was cheerful.
He leaped down from the door's small stairs and proceeded to run to another house. The Heath family's residence.
Is he responsible for the distribution around this street? Selina thought in passing before turning around.
After finishing her breakfast, a simple toast with honey and butter alongside a hot milk, she unfurled the newspaper wide.
"Riot of The Masses Sparked in South Borough!
"The Parliament's Efforts For Industrial Ingenuity!
"A Missing 5,000 Pound Jewelry in North Express!"
Pick pocketers are at large... five thousand pounds could safely secure a family from East Borough a place in much proper urban residence...
Selina flipped a few pages, reading each headlines and their whereabouts.
Nearly half an hour later. She placed her newspaper down and briskly walked her dishes on the counter.
Returning back to her room. Selina locked her door behind, drawn the curtains from the filtering lights and the murmurs of pedestrians.
Soon the room was engulfed in near darkness.
Ensuring that the sounds won't permit through the outside. Selina then grabbed a pet and paper.
She wrote the instructions that came from Yesir's note about sacrificial rituals.
When she came into the repercussions the young priest had provide after experiencing the effects.
Selina suddenly hesitated.
A rush of desire to copulate with anything... Intense sensation of heat that sources from one's genitalia... Her face had trails of rosiness.
Despite preparing herself for the ritual during her stay in the dreamworld. Selina still find the negative effects profoundly absurd.
Due to this, she had thought of a way to mitigate it.
That is to concoct a Sexual Sedative. Instead of overwhelming the user with the energy reproduce, it would degrade that instinct.
It is perfect for subjugating couples during their nights!
This was one of the potions Selina had read in the 'interesting' category of the documents. To which she didn't dared mention or ask of Old Neil.
This is included in medicines and drugs after all.
With this in mind. Selina didn't lingered in her room for long as after burning the paper, she rushed to retrieve her alchemy set.
It includes a pestle and mortar, vials, a burner, a small cauldron, a sieving tool and finally gloves.
The glove wasn't apart of the set, merely from Selina's consideration of the drug's sanitary and her habit of using the alchemy room's pair of gloves.
She placed them all in the table and proceeded with her replication.
Few minutes later, in her palm was a vial of fervent pink liquid, condensed in the small vial.
Selina took a whiff of the scent, and found it mildly pungent.
Perhaps this was because it was meant to eliminate the desire for sexual intercourse... I would've added a few complimentary materials just to limit it but I doubt that would be effect and instead lowers its effectiveness...
Selina took her time cleaning up the table after procuring one vial.
Throughout her time, she had deliberately tried to feel the relax of her fingers while in the process of concocting. A sign of a tamed plant.
During her reclusion in the alchemy room of Old Neil. Selina have deduced that herbs, in the perception of Apothecaries, have distinct levels of fear for humans to which they specialize of.
Just like attempting an animal to become obedient. Apothecaries have to use that inherent trait to subjugate the plants into accepting their presence and others.
This allows for a more sophisticated concoction of drugs and medicines. Because of this as well, she even speculated that in her future Sequences, this ability of taming would be focused and enhanced.
Once the table was devoid of any spills. Selina prepared the whole materials required by the sacrificial ritual.
Since the note stated that both sacrificial and bestowment rituals are equal in requirements and their only difference is an additional term in the incantation.
Selina didn't had a difficult time committing each requirements.
The drug only had an hour of effect. If she further extends it by adding additional main ingredient, it might result in just an ordinary perfume, an unpleasant one.
So after weaving the wreathe and stationing the altar to the support of a mound of soil, along with three candles pillared triangularly onto each other.
Selina ingested the drug and sanctified the ritual with the silver dagger that she miraculously remembered during her visit at the underground market.
In her half-cogitated state, Selina lighted each candles with a match progressively.
Shortly after using these items, the silver dagger and matches, she threw them away from the circle of salt.
If she to use any object as a tool to pleasure herself during this attempt. She would rather use an object with a smooth surface.
I can't believe I'm thinking of what to consider for my sexual wellness... Selina's face had a mixed expression.
Although she knew that her body would undergo a stasis, state where she is unconscious and in the dreamworld, possibly avoiding the desire to copulate.
Selina still wouldn't take a risk.
Cases are that desire won't be stemming from the conscious mind but from the instinct to reproduce. This is an aspect of the matter that would easily lead a rash person to their misery.
Once she finally met the standards of her sense of safety. Selina clasped her hands and began reciting:
"The White Maiden from a distant time..."