Pastor's Tantra

Isabel stared into the darkness, and the stories floated through her mind like frothy phantoms.

Her consciousness became dull in the hallucination, as if she were dreaming, unable to control her thoughts accurately.

"...Is there really a correct answer to this question?"

Such doubts arose in her mind.

But obviously, this sentence is not the answer.

So after hesitating for a long time, Isabel still cautiously answered: "Who is the puppet...?"

"Ah."

The deep laughter came: "It's not bad, it's not bad.

"Understanding, but not crazy enough; insightful, but too sober. You are not suitable to inherit everything from me."

Just like the answer Isabel gave, a human figure appeared in the darkness.

——That is the charming snake queen in the original story!

There were countless thin threads in her hands, and these countless thin threads were connected to the low-hanging masks.

From the very beginning, all the stories told around her in the "future" were under her control.

As the thin threads in the Snake Queen's hand continued to merge, the surrounding dark screen shrank again.

The dark and mysterious space turned into an altar in the sky filled with yellow sand.

It turns out that everything around me is an illusion.

Isabel suddenly understood.

There were dense crowds of snake people standing silently around, each of them wearing a mask on their face.

Only the snake queen standing in front of Isabel had no mask on her face.

——No, that’s not right!

Isabel was suddenly startled.

The Snake Queen suddenly smiled charmingly and suddenly stretched her hand towards her face.

The Queen took off her pure white faceless mask.

Under the mask, there is another Isabel.

There is no snake tail, no white robe, no golden crown, and no red eyeshadow.

It's another "Isabel" wearing the same clothes and having the same face as Isabel!

The only difference from her was that "Isabel" wore bright lipstick.

Her smile was still charming and full of confidence.

……what about me?

"if you were me……"

In the illusion, Isabel subconsciously had doubts: "Then who am I?"

"Isabel" on the opposite side chuckled and put the mask on Isabel's face.

Her nails wandered across Isabel's face. The sharp nails scratched the skin and traveled from Isabel's forehead to the base of her left ear. It was like following the outline of the mask and peeling her face off directly.

She whispered softly: "I am you...

"——You are me."

And Isabel suddenly looked down and saw only a thick snake tail.

At that moment, indescribable fear appeared in Isabel's heart, and she suddenly took a breath of cold air and woke up suddenly.

Isabelle was sweating profusely.

She suddenly raised her head and found that she was still sitting at the desk. She did not become the Snake Queen, and she never left Avalon.

——But in her hand, the pure white faceless mask still lay quietly. There was fresh blood on one side of the mask, and there was a short arc mark on the left side of Isabel's cheek that had been lightly cut by a knife.

Under Isabel's gaze, the blood-stained mask gradually began to twist and deform, and finally transformed into the appearance of Isabel with a lowered eyebrow.

"Is this...Puppet?"

Isabel murmured quietly.

She imitated the appearance of the Snake Queen in the illusion and gently loosened her mask.

I saw the mask hanging down on its own.

As it fell, an illusory thin line suddenly appeared. Connect it to Isabel's right middle finger.

At that moment, Isabel felt a mysterious connection with the mask.

She looked towards the corner of the study room, curiously looking at the two papal guards, and a thought suddenly came to her mind.

Isabel smiled and stretched out her hand to greet one of them: "Ke'er, come here."

"What are your orders, Your Majesty?"

A short-haired elf girl who looked about the same age as Isabel came over.

"Try this mask on."

Isabel looked at her expectantly.

…

After Mycroft Hermes knocked on the door and received the answer, he hurried into the Queen's study with his briefcase and sat down opposite the Queen skillfully.

This man, who was as carefree and fat as a fat seal, seemed a little anxious at the moment.

He rubbed his scalp, which had begun to lose hair seriously, and complained: "You can do something, Your Majesty - I think you still have to see these documents in person, I'm not sure."

As he spoke, he put his entire briefcase on the table and pushed it over.

Isabel, who was sitting across from the desk, took the briefcase and raised her head at the same time: "Where are the things I asked you to get for me?"

"The minister's gift is also in there - an elf harp."

When Mycroft spoke, Isabel had already taken out the silver-white harp.

"so beautiful!"

She couldn't help but admire.

A small silver-white harp, decorated with leaves and vines. And between the leaves and vines, there are two red flowers - as deep red as roses. And they are entirely carved from a single piece of gemstone.

It also has an amber gem the size of an eyeball set on it. Near the gem is a blue and white silk ribbon.

"Anastasia, I wish you well..."

Isabel read the Elvish language.

Originally, she would probably subconsciously ask, "Who is Anastasia?" But Aiwass had already told her his experience in his dream last night.

So Isabel just sighed: "The girl's wish has been fulfilled. After all, this is the place with the most griffons in the world..."

She looked at Mycroft and comforted him: "Don't worry, Lord Hermes. I have already finished reading the tantra book, and I will deal with the backlog of documents as soon as possible."

"You have to give them some color."

Mycroft was a little dissatisfied: "Not long after Minister Aiwass left Avalon, those guys became active one by one - now the battle in the Round Table Hall is getting more intense. Or do you plan to continue to maintain the relationship between you and Aiwass Minister Wentz’s political image?”

"I can't hide it for long."

Isabel said briskly: "Let's do this for now - everything will be clear when I officially succeed to the throne. Didn't I remember you said that only the knights thought we had conflicts, and the people were spreading rumors about us? Then You can ask the newspaper to increase their intensity. As for the quarrel... let them quarrel. They always have to find someone to quarrel with, and it is better to quarrel because of funny reasons than to quarrel over unresolved issues. "

"There is no problem among the people. I would rather say that the response is quite good. As you might expect, people still prefer words that are artistic and easy to understand, rather than focusing on describing complex political struggles involving many interests. A simple and bright romantic love story - the novel you wrote anonymously, based on you and Minister Aiwass as the protagonists, has been reviewed. Without knowing your identity, several editors have given it quite good reviews. reviews, so we are preparing to start printing.

"but……"

Mycroft said, taking out a handkerchief and wiping his sweat: "My personal advice: You'd better not drink too much in public."

"...what's wrong?"

Isabel was stunned for a moment: "I remember that my grandmother often drank with the people, and everyone liked it... Is my image not close enough to the people? Or do I look too young and not old enough to drink?"

"Oh, that's not the case. The main reason is that you have never had the habit of drinking before, and as soon as Minister Aiwass left, you started drinking every day."

Mycroft smiled bitterly and wiped his sweat again: "Now the folklore is that you had a quarrel with Minister Aiwass, so he left Avalon in anger and went to Star Antimony to find Miss Aleister; And you drink to drown your sorrows every day, and you even accidentally said something like, 'If you drink too much, you can see Aiwass'..."

Isabel's scalp felt numb for a while: "What and what are these..."

She thought about it for a long time with a tangled expression on her face, but she didn't think of how she should refute the rumors.

"...Forget it, it doesn't matter. Anyway, when Aiwass comes back, everything will be clear."

Isabel smacked her lips and gave up her random thoughts.

Compared with these things, it is better to pray a few more words to Aiwass - maybe the Silver Crown Dragon will hear it!

She raised her head and smiled at Mycroft: "By the way, do you see anything weird about me?"

"...Did you cast any illusions?"

Mycroft immediately guessed why Isabel asked.

But although he guessed Isabel's motive, he raised his head and looked at it carefully. After thinking for a moment, he shook his head: "It's hard to see, at least there is no obvious violation. Or, you can be more careful. ? Which part should be observed for the sense of disobedience? ”

"To put it more carefully..."

Isabel said, reaching out to touch her face.

Then, she took off her mask.

Under the mask is a short-haired elf girl nicknamed "Ke'er".

Her appearance, temperament, clothes, height, and hairstyle all changed at the same time.

Kerr waved generously to Mycroft and showed a cheerful smile that was completely different from Isabel's.

At this time, Isabel pushed open the closet door and jumped out of the study closet.

"...can you notice that she is not me?"

Isabel continued the previous sentence and asked.

Mycroft was stunned when he saw this.

Seeing the true astonishment on his face, the corners of Isabel's mouth raised slightly.

She smiled happily: "Then please run back later... and take this mask to the Candlestick Cathedral and deliver it to Aiwass.

"——Don't worry, I will handle these documents properly, please."

"...As you command, Your Majesty the Queen."

Mycroft stood up helplessly and saluted.

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