"Bishop… what the Sybill did cause a lot of rumors down the streets. Some people are starting to treat her as a goddess. They say, she's merciful and kind and is the reincarnation of the goddess."

The bishop frowned. "What is she doing now?"

"It had been two days since she finished the last talisman and she is still staying inside her room. She is not doing anything else, other than reading books."

"What kind of books?"

"History and previous diaries of other Sybills." the man answered, contrary to the pope's black clothing, the man was wearing all white clothing beneath his metal-like armor. He was head guard of the palace, Head knight, Holmes.

"What about the Larsen Family? What are they doing about this matter?"

"Nothing. They didn't deny nor agree. But their silence was enough to know where they stand. They are not planning to stop the rumors."

"Are they still upset that we took her in?" The Bishop stood from his velvet chair and looked out the window behind his table. He put his hands behind his back and pondered about Princess Rhea's plans. "That woman was too innocent to think about this. She was rebellious but was not that smart as this. Do know if she had talked to anyone else in the past few days?"

"Bishop Atlas came to check her on the day she started creating those talismans."

"Anyone else?" Bishop Cetus asked, his face grim.

"None. Her servant was already sent in the nunnery, and Bishop Atlas hasn't given her any new servants yet. Forgive me for speaking my mind, but I think Bishop Atlas is trying to punish her by not giving her any servants. Princess Rhea grew up in the rich Larsen Family, she wasn't used to working on her own. This must be torture for her."

"But she isn't showing any signs of stress?" Bishop Cetus couldn't figure out what was going on. He guessed that the Princess had outside help in planning all this. However, he knew that Bishop Atlas would never betray the church. "How about her medicine?"

The bishop pursed his lips, he looked at the small building that she could see from her window. It was where the current Priestess was living. "What can we do about the rumors?" he asked himself. "I believe w should let her be. Once people think she is a reincarnation of a goddess, their beliefs towards the church would increase too. As long as she is drinking her medicine, she would turn sick and addicted to the medicine, and we can use it against her. I want you to increase the dosage. Double it." If they want to control Rhea, then they needed her addicted to the medicine.

"I understand. I will do it as soon as possible."

Obviously, Rhea had no idea about their sinister plan. She was currently reading the history with the map of the whole Zealandia. The hidden continent.

According to the legends, thousands of years ago, the gods from the heaven realm stop the dark forces from invading earth. The powerless mortals fought with the gods and won the war. Because of the mortal's bravery, the gods gave them abilities. The three humans who led them were each given an ability that would be passed down to the next generation. One was the ability to transform, have a strong body and heightened senses. These people were called Lycans. They were the warriors that survived the war. However, they can only transform when they are fighting dark ones. Killing an innocent while you were a Lycan would make them unable to transform back into their former human self.

The second mortal has gifted the ability to wield elements. They were called conjurers. And the third was given the ability of spells and prophecy. The catch is that they cannot use their abilities to kill innocents. Using it for their own selfish reasons would make their flesh rot.

After they were given the abilities, the gods sealed Zealandia from the other eyes of the mortals. They put a barrier that would make the normal mortals think Zealandia had long been buried under the sea.

Rhea closed the huge book that was as thick as her t.h.i.g.h and looked at her window. Outside, flowers can be seen blooming; a promise of a wonderful spring that would soon come to Zealandia.

According to the timeline, the war would start next summer. Meaning, she still had time for her plans.

"It's time for the mistress' medicine." A gruff voice of a knight interrupted her. She lifted her head and smiled at the Grand Knight, who walked in. Since she got rid of that servant, the guard had been giving her the medicine. She had known his name as Grand Knight Holmes.

She had studied the diaries and discovered that the previous Sybills never harmed other people because of these legends. However, she was different.

She glanced at the knight, who was now standing as still as a statue in front of her. "Good boy," she smiled. People knew that Sybills could create powerful protection inside talismans. What they didn't know is the fact that they could also create other talismans.

Like a talisman that would make people like a robot, a slave. Their souls locked in the deepest parts of them, while she ordered their bodies to do whatever she wanted. Of course, such a trick would never work to an innocent. But the knight was not an innocent.

"Now… drink it for me." She said in a gentle tone. Without saying anything, the guard gulped down the medicine as If his life depended on it. Seeing this, she beamed and patted his shoulders. "Good boy."