System, Give Me Some Points!

That night, when Iver woke up from his dream.

Then he saw Isabel, wearing White Silk Skirt, quietly perched on his shoulder, looking at him pitifully like a little puppy.

"... What's wrong? Why do you look so aggrieved?"

A wave of heartache Iver, and he reached out to cup her face in his hands and asked softly.

"I waited for you all night yesterday."

Isabel whispered, "Is it because... you've been so busy you haven't slept at all?"

The instant he heard these words, Iver immediately imagined the conversation between Pure White and Master Agnes.

Although he didn't know what kind of torture Yanis had endured this morning... when they first met, Iver felt that Yanis was almost forced to her knees by gravity. But seeing that her pure white face was normal and that Yanis was able to come out and deliver a message to Lily, at least the Master should still be alive.

However, compared to pure white, Isabel's aggression and oppressiveness are significantly less.

Iver didn't feel gravity, only a sense of resentment.

He stroked Isabel's hair and said softly, "Yesterday I was being chased by Bear Angel again. Fortunately, Lord Heaven Rakshasa saved me."

"Are you alright?!"

Isabel was startled and raised her voice, then pushed herself up off the bed.

Her tone was no longer that gentle whisper, but a normal speaking voice, "Let me see... um, is the wound on my chest deeper?"

"It's not a big problem."

Not wanting to worry Isabel, Iver lightly brushed off the topic.

"Are you really alright?"

"Real."

"...That's good."

Isabel breathed a sigh of relief and chose to believe Iver.

Iver smiled, patted Isabel's hair, and revealed the information he hadn't had time to mention yesterday. "Oh, by the way, there's something important. About the Southern Continent..."

But Isabel suddenly perked up.

She nodded as she rolled out of bed and walked towards the sea of flowers. "Okay, you go first, I'm listening."

Upon seeing where she was going, Iver's expression immediately turned strange, and he stopped narrating. "Wait, what are you doing...?"

"Last night... I was bored, so I did some research."

Isabel tried to avoid looking at Iver, her cheeks flushed as she picked up a pair of Handcuffs: "I want to try."

Who do you want to give it to?

Iver asked in return.

But he was taken aback by Isabel's question, "Huh?... Who else could it be given to?"

"...Okay then."

Iver chuckled and took the object from Isabel's hand.

Then, he picked up a black Eye Mask and a silver Ankle Shackles from the prop shelf in Morgan's Funhouse.

After thinking for a moment, Iver changed his Eye Mask to white.

"Iver...?"

Seeing his actions, which showed no embarrassment but rather a certain focus, Isabel suddenly felt a little scared again. "Wait... I've been thinking, maybe we should just forget about it? Don't you have important business to attend to... Let's talk about important business first?"

"You can't keep running away like this, Your Her Majesty the Queen. This is your own request."

Iver slowly and deliberately fastened the Eye Mask to Isabel, making sure that not a single ray of light could get in.

Then he chuckled and said, "Let's talk about serious matters later. We'll play and I'll tell you all about it... After I finish, there will be questions. There will be a reward for correct answers and a punishment for incorrect answers."

As he spoke, he Handcuffs Isabel.

I tugged at it to make sure it was sturdy enough.

In this respect, Iver didn't really have much experience either—but he had at least seen pigs run in another world.

At least not Isabel could flirt with.

Iver leaned down and spoke slowly and deliberately in Isabel's ear, who was breathing rapidly, "This way your memory... might be a little deeper."

When he woke up, Iver stretched and felt refreshed.

The dizziness lingering from learning Advanced Divine Arts dissipated, and Iver smiled with satisfaction.

"... He's both terrible at the game and loves to play."

Recalling his dream from last night, he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

After breakfast, he put the book back on the shelf and then carried it on his back.

"Shall I go with the young master?"

As Lily cleared away the dishes, she asked.

"No need," Iver told her. "You should focus on studying the ' Ovum Moon Grimoire ' first. It would be best to complete the division before March 3rd."

"I see."

Lily nodded happily.

She actually wanted to master the new esoteric teachings as soon as possible.

This time, Iver only brought her and Sherlock, and while Sherlock did provide the ability to aid in thinking... it seemed that besides taking care of Iver's daily life, she hadn't done anything else. It was as if she were truly just a personal maid, which was unacceptable to her.

... Speaking of which, where's Sherlock? "Sherlock didn't come back last night?"

Hearing Lily's question, Iver was also somewhat taken aback.

He went to bed early last night because he felt dizzy and lightheaded, and he didn't know if Sherlock had returned yet. He thought he was still sleeping.

But Lily was sure she could hear Sherlock's footsteps—and if she didn't think he was back, then he definitely wasn't back.

"... Should I go find it?"

Lily was a little worried.

"Never mind, no need."

Iver for a moment, then shook his head.

"Fourth Level Path of Wisdom and the Third Level Path of Authority, and he also has a staff and potions. And he's still in the Fifth Ring of the Theocracy; at least he shouldn't be in any trouble there—"

"If something really happened to him, given his personality, he would definitely try to contact me... The person who could prevent Sherlock from even sending a message couldn't be in the Fifth Ring. Based on what I know of him, the fact that he stays out all night without saying a word means he's probably found a crucial clue and is chasing after it day and night. 'I knew then that if I missed this opportunity, I might miss the truth,' he's said that several times in the newspapers before."

Iver still trusted Sherlock very much—trusted him and understood him.

He was an arrogant guy who could make people feel safe when he was in danger, and make people feel that he was probably in danger when he was safe.

... Although Sherlock wasn't in any immediate danger, Iver was pretty sure he'd probably stayed up all night again. And he definitely hadn't eaten properly either.

Without activating the Super Intelligence state, insufficient sleep and sugar levels significantly impact spellcasting success rates. Activating Super Intelligence in this state is tantamount to overdrawing one's physical resources, and even with timely treatment, it may shorten one's lifespan.

In a sense, it's less that Lily is taking care of Iver... and more that Iver and Lily are taking care of Sherlock together. He's usually quite disciplined, but once he discovers an interesting case, there's no stopping him.

"You should write him a letter."

Iver cautioned, "Make sure he replies... Tsk, what a hassle. I've finally found a reason why the Theocracy is inferior to Avalon."

—That means the Theocracy doesn't have telephones! Before, Iver had seen the Theocracy make calls to Avalon and thought Theocracy technology was quite advanced. But upon arriving, he realized the Theocracy dials directly using divine magic—they don't even have telephone lines installed.

In essence, it's a kind of midnight horror story.

Perhaps the elves felt it was impolite to drill holes and add electricity inside the giant tree... In any case, the Theocracy also lacked water pipes, heating pipes, and sewers. Wastewater and garbage were recycled through the built-in recycling facilities within these "grown-out houses."

You should know that even Avalon has telephone lines and heating pipes!

Iver, carrying the book, headed to the Eleventh Ring.

He easily found the Pure White Saintess who was gathering divine power to repair the crystal screen.

She stretched out her hands, and the emerald green light swept across them again and again. The scratches on the mirror surface were gradually smoothed out, just like scars on a person's body gradually fading.

"... You're doing the work yourself?"

Iver somewhat surprised.

As an Eternal Saintess, it's incongruous that Her Majesty the Queen would personally come to fix the surveillance system.

"What's wrong?"

Pure White turned around with some doubt. "These are all magic mirrors blessed by the Twin Mirrors. I'll be the most efficient one to do it."

She "looked" at the bookshelf on Iver's back, a slight smile playing on her lips, "What, you can't understand it?"

"I'd like to ask you to tell me about it first."

Iver nodded earnestly. "I want to know how far I am—just give a general overview of each book."

"OK."

Having already promised Iver, Pure White had already guessed that this scene would unfold, so she simply nodded. "Then let's do it here."

As she spoke, she waved her hand. The door automatically closed and was sealed shut with pure white rune-like strips.

She explained to Iver, "To prevent eavesdropping. Even among elves, not everyone is qualified to learn Advanced Divine Arts."

As she spoke, she helped Iver place the bookshelf, which Iver had been carrying on his back like a schoolbag, on the ground.

"A lion made of glass will always be better than the moon in broad daylight."

"All gold must be born from purple, but green is not always green."

"The ashes of trees are planted in the earth, and the nobler will be resurrected."

She whispered three secret incantations and released the seals one by one.

What do these three secret phrases mean?

"Iver asked."

"This is the third of the seven secret words left behind by the Candle Heaven Holder before his ascension."

Pure White shook his head. "Only Cardinal and above can fully grasp the specific details. All the codes of the Theocracy are permutations and combinations of these seven cryptic phrases."

"So what does that specifically mean?"

There's no need to analyze the meaning of the secret message.

Pure White solemnly stated, "A secret is a secret. If a secret has meaning, it becomes truth and prophecy—that is the realm of wisdom and adaptation."

Iver suddenly realized.

A cryptic message that lacks meaning, logic, and profound significance cannot be forcibly deciphered by the power of "analysis" and "prophecy."

The First Generation Pope understood! Although no chairs were prepared beforehand... when Pure White pointed to the ground, a set of wooden table and chairs appeared on the floor.

She picked up the book "Introduction to Advanced Divine Arts" that Iver had been struggling to understand yesterday, and patiently explained it to Iver like a tutor, her words completely devoid of the sternness she showed towards Master Agnes: "Come, let me explain it to you from the beginning..."

[Grey Eternal is teaching you "Advanced Divine Arts (1/11)". Do you wish to pay 384 Public Experience to master this mystical art?]

As soon as she opened her mouth, a pop-up window appeared in Iver's eyes: Here it comes!

Iver was immediately jolted.

Only 384? Is it because it's only the first book? Or is it because Pure White has a deep enough understanding of Advanced Divine Arts? Anyway, learn!

—System, give me some points!