The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1092, Ch.1091: Doctrine
Theodore brought bad news.

Thanks to Gilles Fonseca's escort, Florian Westwick was able to return safely and unleash his blasphemous magic—perhaps she herself was also bewitched by Florian, and might do something foolish that would bring shame upon the Great Vortex…

In addition, she herself is a 'rat person' infected by evil spirits.

Obviously.

The vortex under Horn's leadership has no intention of letting anyone leave.

They believed it was necessary to interrogate this street hustler; perhaps they could uncover some secrets.

of course.

This violated the promise Florian and Theodore made to the girls.

"You promised them!!"

Delos was unclear about what had happened at the whirlpool, and even more annoyed by Theodore's vague explanation of "something minor had happened": her sister had clearly done something righteous, yet she was being held like a criminal—and look at all of London, there were protesting citizens everywhere…

The Crimson Child merely sensed and awakened her power during the disaster; her sister did not commit any evil...

Why does the vortex act so irrationally?
Theodore was in a real dilemma.

The Great Vortex is no longer under Florian's leadership; he doesn't even have the power to invite Roland to the Sanctuary—Beast Fang's word no longer counts.

“…I’m so sorry, Miss Fonseca.”

"Sorry?! What will happen to my sister?! She didn't commit a crime! You can't torture her like a criminal!!" The enraged girl was about to punch the man in the face: "I want... I want to..."

She originally wanted to say that she wanted to go to the police station, to Holy Cross, to the marching citizens holding banners.

But none of these options will lead to a result.

"If possible, I hope to study under your esteemed sect—"

“Horn,” Theodore said softly, “the leader of the Tree Mother, and also of the ‘Great Vortex’… I’m sorry, Mr. Collins, I’m so sorry…”

The sanctuary of the Great Whirlpool wasn't much different from the one Roland had visited: perhaps the one near London was more vibrant, with more exotic flora and fauna. But for now, neither Roland nor Delos had the time to concern themselves with those things.

They were led by two men in green robes into a western garden: everywhere were daffodils that shouldn't be blooming this month—deep brown, crimson, with roots sprouting upward-wriggling fangs… In the strangely brightly colored flowerbed, Roland also glimpsed many pairs of green eyes.

Deloz silently moved a few steps closer to Roland.

She saw it too.

"The giant wolf is Horn's animal companion, Mr. Collins. Of course, a 'pack' won't consist of only one kind of animal..."

No sooner had Theodore finished speaking than the green-robed man leading the way frowned and turned back to rebuke him: "Lord Horn was too lenient with you, Thackeray. Perhaps it is because of fools like you that Westwick has come to this state..."

Roland quietly opened his palm and brushed it across the swaying, lush clusters of flowers.

A sharp, needle-like pain shot through his forearm from his fingertips, and then half of his hand went numb.

paralysis.

"I'm afraid Lord Horn's giant wolf is no secret," Roland said casually, repeatedly bending his fingers. "I don't understand why the 'Great Vortex' insists on picking a fight with a mortal..."

The green-robed man glanced at him, his smile dismissive: "If it weren't for your mercy, Black Raven, you wouldn't even be allowed to set foot in the lady's domain."

"Ladies' domain?" Roland asked, feigning interest. "What is 'ladies' domain'?"

"Nature is His domain." The Green Robe Cultists were referring to the deity they worshipped.

Eve.

"Does the land outside count?" Roland asked, puzzled.

"of course."

"...My house counts too?"

Is it built on the earth?

"Yes."

“So,” the believer sneered, “from the very beginning, humanity has enjoyed the goddess’s mercy, yet has never known gratitude…”

Roland frowned. "Sir, you mean—I spent a lot of money to buy that land, and then suffered a lot of artistic nonsense from the architect…and now I have to pay a large, unnecessary sum for his 'beautiful masterpiece'—"

"I've given so much, and now you mean: that house still doesn't belong to me?"

The green-robed man's contempt deepened: "Of course it doesn't belong to you, Black Raven. Everything on the land belongs to the Lady. She makes all things grow and sing… Clearly, wisdom has nothing to do with virtue, does it?"

“So,” Deloz raised an eyebrow, “you’ve paid money and the land doesn’t even belong to you. How can you prove this place belongs to you?” The priest wasn’t going to be polite to Deloz.

"Blasphemy! Impure woman!!"

Unclean?!
Deloz's face flushed with anger: "How could you—how could you—"

Before she could finish speaking, Roland suddenly grabbed his own neck and gasped for breath in pain, as if he were suffocating.

"Roland?!"

Theodore shoved Deloz aside, immediately lifted him up, and glared at the two priests who were leading the way.

"What have you done?! This is a court executor!! What if he gets injured here..."

Enid Juilliard.

The priests had clearly heard of this name, written as 'Holy Bitch' and pronounced as 'Invincible'.

The priest who had reprimanded Deloz panicked: "I...I didn't do anything...This is Lord Horn's...garden..."

Roland rolled his eyes.

He was gasping for breath, each breath producing a sharp, whistling sound.

"By the goddess above! Quickly! Go find Horn—Lord Horn—"

The priest, who hadn't spoken a word the whole way, received the order and ran off into the depths of the garden. The one who had been scolding Delos now stopped his blasphemous talk and, together with Theodore, laid the struggling 'Black Raven' flat on the stone path, standing there dumbfounded.

He clearly realized that if this pretty good-for-nothing ran into trouble while he was leading the way…

He is the Tree Mother, so of course he understands the personality of the Tree Mother leader.

He will confront Enid Juilliard directly.

'Goddess above... Goddess above...' he mumbled meaningless prayers. Half a minute later, the man's breathing miraculously became calm—he recovered from suffocation, coughed a few times, and thankfully his eyes regained their light.

"Goddess, Thackeray! You must testify! This has nothing to do with me!"

Thackeray ignored him and knelt down to unbutton Roland's shirt, which went all the way up to his throat.

"Roland? Roland? Are you alright?"

Coughing.

After a deep, forceful breath, he sprang up from the stone slab like a fish out of water—nearly colliding with Theodore's nose.

“…Roland?”

The man stared silently at the path he had come from.

This is a bit scary.

"Roland?"

“I saw the goddess…” Roland murmured.

"W-what? What did you say?"

“I said,” Roland turned his head toward the priest who had reprimanded Delos, “…He really is watching us, sir. I saw Him…the great…powerful…nature…nature’s true…true master…”

The priest was stunned.

"Goddess?"

“It’s…it’s Eve…the great Eve…” Roland curled his lips, his expression complex: “He said…”

The priest instinctively replied, "What...what should we say...?"

Roland gently pushed Theodore's hand away, stood up, dusted off his trousers and sleeves, clasped his hands together, and bowed his head to pray a few words.

then.

“What a wonderful God. He said, since I paid the money, the land and the house belong to me.”

Priest: ...

Theodore: I knew I had a bad feeling.

(End of this chapter)