The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1115 Ch.1114 The Gift
Enid panicked.

But only for a moment of panic.

Of course, she could figure it out and guess what kind of bad guy Roland Collins, her brother, was.

This made her realize immediately that the prophetic power brought by the fate of 'reading' would soon disappear from her.

What will her future look like? Will she live, or will she be engulfed in flames?
She didn't care about the maggots around Roland, but she was terrified that she would never again enjoy those afternoons when he gently hummed lullabies...

Whatever the outcome.

That was Enid Juilliard's own choice.

'This is your destiny, and mine too, brother.'

The woman thought with a hint of anxiety, yet she still kept her mouth shut, letting the loom of fate steadily carry out its every stitch of suffering.

This is truly agonizing.

No wonder those who claim to be prophets don't live long.

"Now, Gilles Fonseca is in the courtroom. What do you intend to do with this woman?"

Enid crumpled the jumbled thoughts in her mind into a ball, carefully placed it in the drawer.

She was with her cosmetics and rabbit dolls.

"deal with?"

Roland frowned: "Why hasn't my captain been discharged from the hospital yet..."

"If you have doubts, it means you don't know him well enough."

Enid laughed.

At this point, Fernandez refused to be discharged from the hospital, forcing himself to be sick, not because of 'laziness'—Enid knew this brute very well.

He was just ashamed.

"Ashamed?" Roland asked, puzzled.

“Shame on you, Roland. He’s probably trying to delay his meeting with you and Gilles Fonseca—you don’t think he knows nothing, do you?”

"Ah, I think it's rare for something so big to happen in the courtroom, and some people will spread it all over the world."

Roland sighed.

ashamed.

Yes.

“I know this has made you somewhat dissatisfied with Fernandes Devinson… Roland, I must be frank, although he may be slow-witted, his loyalty, stubbornness, and adherence to rules—these seemingly inflexible traits and ideas are precisely the qualities required for this priesthood…”

“You, Heller or Blade, are not really suited to stay in the ‘real’ court.”

Roland asked what a real courtroom was.

Enid said that once she leaves this office, the courtroom will be a real, qualified courtroom.

"You need to think of a way to make things difficult for him?"

Enid could almost guess Roland's thoughts just by smelling them.

"I didn't say anything." The man next to her tilted his head back while buttoning his shirt, indicating that he would not leave any evidence in his words.

“I will put Gilles Fonseca in his ward—an extra bed. I think she urgently needs some treatment… for the tainted power left on her body… or something like that? I’m really not a qualified judge.”

Roland suppressed a laugh and remained silent. After a while, he put on his shirt, and Enid naturally got up from the sofa, her hair loose, and buttoned his cuffs.

Neither of them spoke, quietly enjoying this moment of tender tranquility...

It's a pity that they're separated by just one door.

The great ship of London was prepared to brave the storm, and those on deck never had a moment's peace again.

"...What will happen to the 'Cradle of Flesh and Blood'?"

Roland twisted his wrist and leaned down to kiss his lover's cheek.

"How so? Who?"

"Apprentices of the Cradle of Flesh and Blood, Enid, you know what I'm asking—apprentices who were forced to become 'cultists' or acquire cult powers in this catastrophe. Ultimately, they are just apprentices on the path..."

Enid stared at him strangely, her razor-sharp index finger lightly tracing his lower abdomen.

“You’re not one to worry about strangers, Roland. All this going around in circles… Fernandez de Winsson? And his prostitute lover?”

Roland blinked and gripped the other's blade with his other hand.

"It depends. Just as most people guessed—this disaster has turned too many people who shouldn't be involved with the mysterious into apprentices, and our Fat Lady doesn't have the guts to make a 'wicked' decision... I'm afraid in the end..."

She scratched Roland's palm. In the end, the "Cradle of Flesh and Blood" would be transformed into a new orthodox cult.

Simultaneously.

Enid also didn't believe that anyone could stop people from pursuing mystery.

Once this veil is torn off, all pretense becomes useless.

“Take a good look at that roll of cloth, Roland,” the woman said, curling back into the sofa like a full cat as the man prepared to leave. “...and come visit me often.”

“Don’t talk like that,” Roland said with amusement. “I come to the courtroom every day… Enid.”

"Ok?"

Where do you plan to take me?

My destiny.

Where do you intend to take me?
The woman turned over and covered her back with a thin blanket.

“Go wherever you want to go, brother. Anywhere you decide…”

…………

……

Over time, Roland had grown accustomed to having a group of eccentric people around him who enjoyed making others solve riddles all day long.

soon.

Before winter, as Enid had mentioned—Roland believed it wouldn't be long before he figured out what he, Enid, and this so-called shitty fate really meant.

Before winter.

It's almost autumn now, so...

How many more months?
and many more.
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She wouldn't be referring to winter ten years from now, would she?

"She's obviously not as asking for a beating as you."

The chaotic situation in London couldn't dampen Roland's good mood.

By the way.

There was more good news in the afternoon.

Just as he was about to write to Louis and visit the Hymans, another piece of good news arrived, and he shakily knocked on the door of the Collins Twin Houses with an envelope in hand.

The young man that Halida was receiving.

Shelley's servant.

"A letter from the young lady! Sir! A letter from our young lady!"

Roland had Harida pour him a glass of milk, but the servant ignored him, saying, "Sir! You'll be at Shelley's this afternoon!"

"It's like I need Shelley's permission to go see Rose..." Roland pouted.

The young servant's eyes widened: "Isn't that right, sir? I heard Mr. Tom say that you've tried to climb over the wall and break into Miss's room time and time again... sir... sir? Where are you going, sir?"

Harida pursed her lips, silently picked up her milk glass, and stood between him and Roland's 'gaze route'.

'Drink milk.'

servant: ...
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I only tried four times.

It’s really…

No wonder men and women in London love to spread rumors so much.
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Look at this family! Shelley, the very famous Shelley, their old butler was also a master of rumors!

"Seriously."

Do you think I can't count?

Roland: ...
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You can't just tell any servant...

Do you think it's shameful to 'circumvent the Great Firewall,' or is it shameful to 'fail to successfully circumvent it'?
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The one after that.

"So you deserve it."
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what…
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wrench.

"Um?"
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Regarding Enid's 'gift' to me...

The flames in his eyes flickered violently a few times.

"have no idea."
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While everyone else was guessing riddles, you were the only one who stepped forward and openly and honestly told me everything without any secrets... How about that?
"Everyone else is solving riddles, why can't I?"

A handsome man leaning on a cane, muttering curses as he walks, is not exactly a rare sight in today's chaotic London.

(End of this chapter)