The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 1152 Ch.1151 Enid and the Holy Grail
Theodore Gabriel Thackeray was in much better shape than Rupert described him—all thanks to the Benevento name, which allowed for timely access to good doctors, and the family had a ceremonial attendant on call every day.

But this also means one thing: it's hard to say that Mr. George was unaware of all of Rupert's actions.

He himself should understand this.

“…Mr. Collins”.

Theodore's apartment had only one shutter. The small room reminded Rolland of Mademoiselle Brontë's work, the attic that imprisoned a hysterical woman.

On the square table lay a set of cutlery, and the remnants of cheese, barely cut to pieces. On the plate were breadcrumbs, a tin candlestick, and a horseshoe-shaped, glossy brown lacquered pincushion, its few needles, their white tails swaying precariously—

It seems Mr. Thackeray has been quite busy lately; his mended green dress was neatly folded and placed by the bedside—few men would have time to fuss with needle and thread. Sender lingered a few seconds longer on the row of fine, neat stitches.

This person...

It's a bit strange.

"That's what he asked for."

"Rupert said softly."

Rather than trying to absolve herself of the accusation of 'poor hospitality,' Roland felt as if she was speaking not to herself, but to a pale-faced man leaning against the hospital bed—if she hadn't spoken softly enough, her voice would have been strained and sounded shrill.

"I should have bought you a flute before we parted ways. You could play it whenever you need to get into trouble; who knows, in a few years you might be training a great flutist for London's orchestras..."

Theodore gave a wry smile: "I'm injured, Mr. Collins."

"So you shouldn't be able to jump down and punch me. I've already been 'educated' by Rose on this issue... Who kicked you like that?"

Roland looked him over.

Besides his hands and feet wrapped in gauze, the rest of his flesh had been cut open by some kind of scaly blade, leaving almost irreparable marks: a narrow knife mark ran from his left ear across the bridge of his nose to his right ear, almost cutting half of his face.

The marks alone show how dangerous a battle Theodore had gone through.

"The night I 'found' him, he was almost dead."

Rupert still felt lingering fear when he recalled the pool of blood in the flickering oil lamp that night: "I went to great lengths to prevent the Benevento family guards from killing him... but in a way, Mr. Thackeray..." After speaking to Roland, she turned to the haggard man on the sickbed.

"You do indeed possess extraordinary abilities."

The ritual guardians of the Benevento mansion are no low-level beings; even though Theodore's 'invasion' only categorized as 'outer ring,' it's enough to prove his abilities.

“It’s just a marvel, Miss Benevento. Without it, I could never have avoided those highly skilled ritual practitioners…” Theodore replied gently.

“To possess such a rare item is precisely proof of your extraordinary nature,” Rupert said softly.

Roland rolled his eyes.

The two even started complimenting each other.

"Should I visit you at a different time?"

“…Mr. Collins”.

When he talked about the reason for his injury, Roland became even angrier.

Do you still remember that 'promise'?

The promise that Vanessa and her gang should not be 'sacrificed'.

Even after being labeled a heretic, Theodore still had time to fulfill his promise and infiltrate the Church of Justice, which had just gotten into big trouble.

He forced himself to shift his position, leaning forward with Rupert's help, and began solemnly, "Lady Amber Winston, the new arbitrator of the Church of Justice. Mr. Collins, I've discovered she has some dealings with Horn in private..."

Roland pulled over a stool next to him and sat astride it: "Cooperation between sects is perfectly normal. I'm more curious about why you insist on causing trouble for the Church of Justice than they are."

“What if the collaboration involves ‘Enid Jutia’?” Theodore said softly.

The room fell silent.

Like a spy seeking pleasure suddenly receiving orders, the man in front of Theodore finally exuded a familiar 'scent'—the scent he had when he was a 'cultist'.

“…I have the ability to enter dreams, Mr. Collins, you know that.”

The blond man glanced at Miss Rupert, making no attempt to conceal his identity as her savior, and slowly recounted what he had heard and seen that night. He had originally risked his life to find out the whereabouts of Vanessa's group.

result.

But in his dream he saw Horn in his green robe.

“Enid Jutia, your cult's chief inquisitor, is connected to the ‘Holy Grail Ritual’… Horn said it himself. I don't believe Amber Winston possesses the ability to weave dreams—if it weren't for the deaths of the two arbitrators, and the Winston family's background…”

Otherwise, someone like Amber Winston, who hasn't even truly mastered the high rings, would never have become an arbitrator.

Holy Grail Ceremony…

Is it related to Enid?

Roland subconsciously looked at the only candidate saintess in the room.

“I’m not familiar with the latter part of the Holy Grail ritual, Roland,” Sender shook his head, “but I can ask around…”

Rupert raised an eyebrow: "When it comes to the Holy Grail, I'm afraid your surname won't give you any more advantages, Miss Kratofer. Even Benevento—"

Shandel ignored her.

"My mentor, Roland."

She said seriously.

“My mentor Natalia has this ability… I told you, Natalia.”

Clearly, the siblings in the Benevento family have a very good relationship.

Rupert had heard of this 'Natalia'.

"'Dr. Dragon'? We can now hold hands and perform on stage with Darwin. No wonder you have such a 'famous' mentor..."

Those who become famous in the ritual practitioners' circle are either burdened with "great sins" like 'Kishhai', or known by secret organs or strange objects, such as 'The Owl of the Inquisition'.

Or...

Just like Natalia.

He is 'famous' for being so foolish as to completely embarrass himself with his dull, old face.

Natalia.

A low-level ritual practitioner with a 'humorous' personality, a scholar of heterodox practices, a 'weirdo' who walked the line between blasphemy and madness—a Christian who was once renowned for his knowledge of heterodox practices, especially those involving "dragons," destroyed all the reputation he had painstakingly built up with just a few thin pieces of research after coming into contact with one of the great arts, "theology"...

idiot.

A 'dangerous madman' walking on the edge of blasphemy.

This is how the outside world views Natalia.

Poor woman. She must have been terribly harmed by some evil spirit.

“I don’t believe my mentor’s research on the divine is flawed, Miss Benevento. At least for now, there is no evidence to suggest…” Sender’s voice was gentle.

She knew perfectly well what Natalia had studied and what she had experienced.

Before meeting Roland, Sender thought it was all due to "mystery," a kind of paranoia that only happened to "scholars"...

but now.

She believes her mentor is clear and precise.

She was undoubtedly right.

“It was because of my mentor that I was able to withdraw from the final selection. Roland, to some extent, has the power to influence the council—if this matter had to be handled by someone, Natalia would be much more suitable than Gary Kratofer.”

Rupert frowned: "Is that how you refer to your grandfather?"

Sender smiled. “Family members don’t always get along, Miss Benevento. I think, for ‘certain reasons,’ you should understand this better than anyone else…isn’t that right?”

(End of this chapter)