Chapter 105

Chapter 105 “After the Dissolution of the Assembly”

Anomaly 099 – Puppet Doll.

This was the only information on the parchment after Vanna returned from the tomb of the unknown king.

The moment she saw those scrawled letters, the lady’s expression visibly slowed to a crawl due to how lacking it was. On top of this, she could feel Bishop Valentine and several others beside her appear stunned as well.

After a short silence, the black shadow of one of the saints suddenly spoke in a deep voice: “An existing ‘anomaly’ has been changed... Out of the civilized world’s awareness. ”

“It fell into the hands of the Vanished,” the other saint nodded afterward, “It could be that the ghost captain did something...”

“But what kind of change will this produce as a result?” The saint who spoke before looked worried, “The difference between puppet coffin and puppet doll is not just a few letters... This change directly alarmed the tomb of the unknown king, and even caused the gravekeeper to summon the listeners to convey this information...”

Several saints solemnly discussed this in low voices, their eyes converging on Vanna, who had gradually recovered by now. She got up with the help of Bishop Valentine and eyed the only piece of paper left in her hand: “... I don’t remember anything about what happened in the tomb. I only remember walking through the tomb myself.”

“It is normal to forget the experience of being in the tomb. This is the reason for the parchment and quill from the gravekeeper, to record useful information from the experience,” Bishop Valentine said slowly. “But there are only these few words on the remaining parchment... it’s abnormal and not right...”

Vanna looked at her hands stunnedly, and for a long time, she didn’t know what to say: “Was the parchment torn by me...?”

“Theoretically, it could only be you,” Bishop Valentine firmly looked at his peer, “there will be no one else in the mausoleum. The gravekeeper never interferes with the listener’s communication with the tomb owner, and the tomb owner will not do anything superfluous except to convey the intended detail.”

Vanna’s heart was full of confusion, but before she could continue speaking, a low and solemn feminine voice suddenly interrupted from the edge of the square: “The time for the end of the assembly is approaching.”

The saints immediately stood rigid and turned at the source. Likewise, Vanna swiftly corrected her mindset and took on a formal stance at the woman wearing a gorgeous dress.

The female figure was not followed by any entourage, instead she stood alone with an air of authority. In addition, this person wasn’t just some shadowy silhouette like the other souls present, rather her image was condensed and faintly showed the outline of her face.

“That’s obvious,” Helena said lightly, “the last time would of course be a hundred years ago. That time I was the listener who entered. I wasn’t helming the Storm Cathedral yet so I remember it very well.”

“Yes, I remember it very well too when you went in,” the short and chubby Lune stroked his beard and recalled with emotion. “You were also ‘thrown’ out of the mausoleum immediately after you entered, and it took a long time to wake up just like the little girl today. The parchment you brought out of the tomb was only a small note too, and there were only a few scrawled letters on it... Helena, remember what message you brought out of the tomb a century ago?”

The helmsman of the Storm Cathedral went silent for a moment before replying softly: “I remember it very well: Vision 005 – the Vanished.”

Lune nodded: “That’s right, you were the first to bring back news that the Vanished turned into a vision... The few letters you brought back at that time were confirmed in just one month when the phantom ship whistled past the necropolis of the Death Church. Poor Banster here had to watch his newly built ships back then be swallowed into the void without getting the chance to cut the ribbon for their maiden voyage....”

The leader of the Death Church, Pope Banster, glanced at Lune expressionlessly after having the sore subject brought up.

Helena didn’t seem to hear Lune’s last words, only standing there in deep thought before speaking: “Whether it is ‘puppet’ or ‘puppet coffin’, it is just an ‘anomaly’ ranked in the lower hundred, there’s no comparison with something ranked fifth on the list.”

“Yes, there is no comparison between the two, but you also know that the crux of the matter is not the information left on the note – but the parts that were left out.” The expression on Lune’s face finally became serious, “The name of Anomaly 099 changed from being puppet coffin to doll puppet is nothing special in itself, but we all know it’s never that simple. The details that are missing are always the most fatal...”

“The clue to go on is that the matter’s related to that phantom ship,” Helena said, “but the other day when I asked the Lord for enlightenment...”

Speaking of this, she suddenly stopped and shook her head, seemingly not planning to continue the topic.

“Why didn’t Frem come today?” She looked at the two figures in front of her, “Isn’t he always the nosiest of us here?”

“Frem and his Church of Flame Bearers are busy with a very important matter,” the short and chubby Lune said with a smile, “The leaders of the four Orthodox Churches can’t all come here at the same to make a splash...”

“Something important?” Helena raised an eyebrow, “What is he doing?”

“Patrolling the border,” Banster said succinctly.

Helena: “...”