The White Maiden was mentioned and confessed by Miss Lovers to be the being behind why Mr. Fool was unable to pull Selina into the gray fog. She is also the reason for their indirect communication and for the seed that saved the Nighthawks from the rampaging Morroy.
Knowing this, Klein deliberately asked for the honorary title and the corresponding altar setup.
On the table, where filtering light casts a golden glow. A bundled twig cross stood on a mound of fertile soil. Around it, a wreathe made of flower assortments was hung, it was followed by the typical candles.
After lighting the candles, Klein entered a state of cogitation and sanctified the surrounding. An illusory barrier hindered the sounds outside.
"The White Maiden from a distant time." He chanted solemnly.
"The Reborn Daughter of a Mysterious Dreamworld...
"The Beginning and the End of the extending vines...
...
Selina stood in her white gown and cascading golden-silver hair. In no time, she began hearing familiar voices, layered and distant.
Flutters of emerald light swarmed a segment of the vine that had appeared long ago after Klein's first prayer.
She reached her hand, letting her spirituality connect with the specks of light. This formed a bridge that allows her to see Klein's room.
...
Klein suddenly felt a strong urge stirring from within the wall of Spirituality. Heat gathering to a region on his lower body.
If not for the cogitation and his concentration. Perhaps this carnal feeling might've erupt.
"I pray for your attention to notice my affection...
"I pray for you to open the gates of your kingdom...
"I pray for the bestowment of your grace...
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At the prayer's end. The wreathe hung on the cross suddenly glowed like a portal.
Klein lifted his numbing head and saw three thin, vibrant, turquoise vines. They placed a seed on the table.
Right then, the desire to copulate intensified. He felt his abdomen churning, as if something was forming from within.
He began to notice the curviness of the wooden frame of his bed, the smooth solid legs of the table and the beautiful radiant flowers on the wreathe. Items that shouldn't invoke any sexual intent was strangely intoxicating for Klein.
"Haaaah... Haaah..." his breathing became heavy and he forcibly pressed his face.
Soon, the pounding of his heart changed. His body temperature was dropping, his rosy face returning to normal.
"Phew." Klein let out a sigh. He rested there until his body fully recovered before ending the ritual with appropriate procedure.
Looking at the wilted altar and the seed, the result suddenly felt underwhelming in contrast to the coaster of an experience. Even allowing him to joke internally.
"The Rose School of Thought would love praying to Mrs. White for a rush of aphrodisiac..."
Tidying up his room. Klein carefully brought the seed on a plate. It looked frail and tiny that it can hardly make anyone use of it sanely.
However, this harmless item is an exact replica of what allowed Selina, the team and himself to live. What fixed the rush of fate that denied him of preparation.
Klein couldn't have been more grateful. But the issue now is how to utilize it?
"Old Neil once mentioned that an Apothecary beyonder is able to tame plants. In this manner, they're essentially equipped at herb affinity. Of course I'm not an Apothecary, Selina is." He muttered while sizing up the turquoise seed.
Inherently speaking. The usage of the seed's ability to extend a bark ladened stem is exclusive to a specific pathway. As a Seer, he has to formulate a way to turn this item into an asset. Klein could only thought of a single way and that is to use it as a material.
Knowing that this item requires a condition that unfortunately, he doesn't met. Something gifted by a true God in contrast to him. He would naturally console Mr. Azik for an advice beforehand.
"Using a high-level material as a vessel to store bestowed powers from a higher existence, stabilized by the corresponding symbols engraved on a precious metals that symbolizes the deity." Klein listed his thoughts outwardly.
He held the seed over his left palm, stood up and performed a four step counter-clockwise motion in the middle of the room.
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In a grand edifice meant to house giants. Klein found himself sitting on a high-back chair facing a bronze table.
In the world cloaked with endless gray fog. He made the turquoise seed from reality materialize onto his palm.
This isn't technically the true seed, he can't transport items into the space unlike Mrs. White. However, seeing as Miss Lovers revealed the bestowment and sacrificial rituals. This led Klein into considering of a better and secured method of handling the Tarot Club's affairs. Azik's second letter regarding this is still underway.
He planned to consult Miss Lovers again by the next gathering about this ritual and to formulate The Fool's version of this ritual in the future.
Returning to the present. The seed on his palm glowed with brilliant emerald light. This shows that it stores an abundant of spirituality ready to harvest.
Klein was right but he wasn't intending to determine the properties of the seed only. He wanted to see the dangers that Miss Roy and Selina warned about.
Cautiously, he slowly instilled it with his own spirituality and through cogitation, he begin to hear distant, soft and overlapping voices.
There's a substantial amount of gibberish that hardly connects to any known language Klein have learnt. However, it until two words sounded cohesively.
"My... child..."
His hairs suddenly stood on ends. Just now, in the midst of those murmurs, two spoke like non-fluent Loenese!
The voices continued to reverberate across the majestic hall. Klein's thoughts turned chaotic as the undulating murmurs reached his spiritual body.
"You..." Suddenly, a blood-curdling, clear and concise accent resounded. "You're not my child...!"
Immediately, Klein's body in the gray fog felt a heavy force. It was coming from the seed!
The seed's shell was pried open. Unlike what he had seen from Selina. The small crevice surged a frantic waves of vines.
The entire edifice shook. Roots that are made of organs and flesh flooded the vicinity of the bronze table. It did not bother hiding under an appearance.
Klein's right hand convulsed while holding the seed. He let go of it. However, it was too late because his veins began protruding, as it was alive.
"Ah!"
His veins bloated and the clear, visual tissue began infecting his entire body.
Everything turned gelatinous for Klein. His eyes bulged and there were many thick viscous mucus forming around it.
The formerly thin and frail vines gained shape. It thrashed around, crumbling each pillars and the dome above. Following that was the different symbols forming around the seed.
Then, at that moment. a sea of aqueous fog blended into the scene. It cloaked Klein's wilting body along with the dome and pillars.
It was painful, feeling like his body was beginning to gestate a sentient lifeform. But upon the arrival of the fog. It dissipated.
The mottled bronze table, the high-back chair and the pillars each reformed from rubbles. The flailing vines slowly reverted back.
Klein's vision turned normal and he buckled back to his chair lethargically.
Because of the gray fog's timely intervention. The seed's shell recovered, appearing like it hadn't germinated before.
The voices was gone as well and the ache caused by the disturbance at the level of Spiritual body vanished. If one could describe it, a mother that had been longing for her child lost in grief and she projected it to others.
Klein was unfortunately the only individual around. But unlike the analogy, this particular mother's grief could very well forced you into labor, body disfigured and morphed as well as unrecognizable.
The dangers is clear. The seed's origin came from the White Maiden, but it's uncertain whether it is safe. Even Miss Lovers and Selina warned it.
However, it came from a Goddess. This seed also have an abundance of spirituality incomparable to the things he saw back in Old Neil's stash.
Klein, knowing of the risks still took it with clear intent.
Of course, now understanding the scope of this danger and how vague Selina described it. One thing was concluded: Never request one more seed from the White Maiden!
After his spirituality and mental facilities recovered. Klein immediately went into analyzing.
"So the seed is able to infect you..."
Then his eyes lingered to his veins hidden on his palm. "This means that after you prayed for one seed. You have unknowingly invited a kind of infection to your body, one that seeps into your spirit..."
The thought it left Klein in horror.
Looking at the reformed bronze table. His perception toward the seed resting above wasn't so innocent anymore.
"Perhaps its act of saving us before made one overlook of its actual danger..." Klein reclined a bit but leaned forward after.
He took the seed and examined it once more. In that moment, he made a silent breath, "The danger is manageable. What's next is power to be contained."
Mrs. White has yet to recover just like how Klein portrayed Mr. Fool's divinity, this is why Miss Lovers advised them not to pray for power. Not to mention he had burdened Her already with the seed. If he tries for power again, the cost will be greater. As for himself, the space above the gray fog is unlikely to abide him. While the Evernight Goddess is a risk that could potentially strip him of identity.
All are unreliable and praying to other deities would subject him to a possible title of blasphemy.
"It's best not to associate with literal gods. Sigh, if only I could use the space above the gray fog, but I'm not a literal deity." Klein rapped his armrest, massaging his temple of fatigue.
At that moment. He suddenly recalled Selina's mention of a sealed artifact held in their department, Sealed Artifact 3-104 Dreamcatcher.
As the artifact's confidentiality surfaced in his mind. Klein muttered, "The Dreamcatcher siphons the dreams of a sleeping person, stores them, then transfer it to an unsuspecting victim who happens to stare at its candlelight beyond ten seconds.
"It stores them." As the thought reverberated. He suddenly had an epiphany. "The sealed artifact's danger lies in its stored dreams. Selina wants to know the dreams stored in it?"
Both Klein and Selina are transmigrators. If the other is capable of being lucid in a dream then perhaps the latter can as well. However, there's an issue and clear distinction. Klein have the space above the gray fog whilst Selina merely had a Goddess's attention.
Not only that. It's uncertain whether if staying lucid meant safety.
"If Selina is indeed planning to uncover these dreams then..." Klein can't scrape the thought of danger. But in the end, after nearly twenty seconds, he simply added in defeat, "I can only trail her and ensure safety... I'll ask Mr. Azik if dreams can be used as powers for charms, then Mrs. White for protection..."
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In a scape of unending field of horizon.
Selina finally reached the document's end.
In summary. Other than the names and terminologies in mysticism. The Child of God's organization is revealed to formerly have a hierarchy that partially reflects the Church of the Earth Mother. But that was abandoned shortly after.
Falor Aurmir's Sequence wasn't recorded as per his request. The Rose School of Thought have exactly six factions within and only three have discover so far; The Child of God's, The Primordial Moon, and the Indulgence.
The Milo Ritual is known as "Goddess's Reconstitution". According to it, using Selina Ivory as a vessel for descent wasn't solely the point. The main goal was to invigorate the Goddess's state that suddenly began to wane for an inexplicable reason.
This ritual involved a borrowed power from the Chained God, allowing for the two souls to connect, Selina Ivory and the Goddess. This results in which one dominates and becomes the main consciousness, stabilizing the Goddess who's clearly powerful.
However, the most haunting part wasn't this actualization. It's the fact that the wedding is merely to awaken the Goddess that had already achieved merging with the vessel.