Following Olivia Melianne’s inquiry, the magic mirror immediately shared the information regarding her target.
The Protagonist of the Era from the Time Chamber of Commerce was named Preston Weiss. Like Olivia, he was currently a Domainist.
Furthermore, Preston possessed methods to suppress and control forbidden artifacts. By relying on those unique means, he had mastered several of the rare forbidden artifacts held by the Time Chamber of Commerce, making him extremely powerful.
Preston had never lost a battle against someone of the same class rank. He had once built a massive reputation in a distant kingdom and was pursued and admired by many.
Olivia only briefly looked into Preston’s situation before withdrawing her attention.
The church had its own ways of dealing with matters regarding the Time Chamber of Commerce. She didn't need to concern herself with it and continued living her leisurely life.
Her lifestyle during this period had led her to grow fond of the tea from a certain shop in the Main District, causing her to stop by for a cup or two from time to time.
At this moment, she used teleportation once again to arrive at the shop’s entrance and walked inside at a steady pace.
"Boss, a cup of Amber Tears. The usual blend."
Olivia was already considered a regular. She went straight to a table and sat down.
The shop owner was a lady who still possessed a certain charm. She smiled upon seeing Olivia and immediately began preparing the Amber Tears.
Yes, the name of this tea was identical to a forbidden artifact in Olivia's possession. That was precisely why she had curiously ordered a cup of Amber Tears to taste in the first place.
The mellow aroma and sweet flavor of the tea had caused her to take a liking to it.
"Olivia?"
Just as Olivia finished placing her order, she heard a surprised voice from not far away and immediately looked up.
The sight made her unable to help but chuckle.
"Isn't this Mirabelle? Long time no see. How have you been lately?" Olivia greeted her immediately.
The girl before her had red hair and red eyes, her appearance as vivid as a blooming flower. She was the Princess of the Kingdom of Morden, Mirabelle Zoe. Of course, the surname Zoe was fake.
Within Mirabelle’s body resided the remnant soul of a high-level class rank transcendent, granting her many unique qualities and making her an unquestionable genius in the eyes of others.
In fact, because of this uniqueness, Mirabelle had always believed herself to be a genius among geniuses, possessing a special quality that no one could surpass—until she met Olivia.
"I didn't expect to see you here." Mirabelle looked at Olivia with an extremely complex gaze.
She was originally a genius among geniuses, a central figure in the eyes of many in the Kingdom of Morden.
Yet in front of Olivia, she had suffered setback after setback, feeling the gap between them. The feeling in her heart was incredibly awkward.
When a genius met someone even more talented, the original genius couldn't help but appear exceptionally ordinary.
Olivia looked at Mirabelle with a half-smile. "A long time has passed. Has your path of transcendence been smooth? So, what class rank have you reached?"
Hearing this, Mirabelle couldn't help but smile bitterly. "Olivia, you've changed. You've actually learned to tease people. You know perfectly well that no matter how fast someone else improves, they can't possibly catch up to you."
Olivia gestured with her hand. "Well, you are different from others, after all. So I thought you might make a sudden, unexpected leap forward at some point."
Mirabelle shook her head. "I'm just an ordinary transcendent. How could I be different? I'm just the most common type of transcendent."
If she hadn't known Mirabelle’s true identity long ago, Olivia felt she might have actually been fooled by Mirabelle’s performance.
She said with a smile, "If even you are an ordinary person, then what do truly ordinary people count as?"
"What do you mean by that? In what way do I not look like an ordinary person?"
Mirabelle felt that the way Olivia looked at her was very strange. Her secret couldn't have been discovered by the other girl, could it?
No, that was impossible! Her secret was hidden so deeply; how could anyone know?
At that moment, the owner brought over a cup of Amber Tears and placed it in front of Olivia.
Amber Tears was an orange-yellow beverage, similar to orange juice, with a very rich flavor.
Olivia picked it up and took a sip, then said to Mirabelle with a smile, "If you want to consider yourself an ordinary person, then so be it. Once you stop viewing yourself as ordinary, you should be able to become a Transcender."
Mirabelle was still a Sensate, but she had nearly reached the end of that path. She wasn't that far from becoming a Transcender.
Looking at Olivia, Mirabelle felt that her words were mysterious and profound, as if they held some hidden meaning.
She couldn't help but murmur in her heart.
Grandma Arilla, why do I feel like this Olivia is being so strange?
The remnant soul within Mirabelle was indeed a wisp of Arilla’s soul.
At this very moment, Arilla’s remnant soul was unusually conscious.
Upon hearing this, she also transmitted a message to Mirabelle through their mental link.
As a Protagonist of the Era, it's normal for her to show some behaviors that differ from ordinary people. I never expected this nun to possess such immense potential.
Arilla sighed with emotion.
What is a Protagonist of the Era?
Mirabelle asked with some surprise.
A Protagonist of the Era is...
Arilla began to explain to Mirabelle.
In truth, not many people currently knew about the concept of a Protagonist of the Era. It was normal for Mirabelle not to understand.
By possessing Mirabelle, Arilla had learned quite a lot about the church. She even knew many things that Mirabelle herself didn't, as her range of perception was far wider than Mirabelle’s.
Because of this, she had even discovered that Olivia was a Protagonist of the Era.
Once Arilla finished explaining what a Protagonist of the Era was, the look in Mirabelle’s eyes became even more complex.
Can't I be a Protagonist of the Era?
Mirabelle asked in her heart with a hint of envy.
To this, Arilla delivered a merciless blow.
You want to be a Protagonist of the Era? You're thinking a bit too much.
Upon hearing this, Mirabelle felt a bit indignant.
What do you mean I'm thinking too much? Why wouldn't I be able to? I have you inside me, Grandma Arilla. Isn't that special enough?
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