"Even in the cottage of secret, some knowledge is restricted," I muttered as I looked at the glass shelf, which was clearly locked. The formation covering is very powerful and hard to break It would take me weeks at the least or even months to break it; this could be said to be one of the hardest formations I have seen, and I have copied it; if there is ever a time comes when I have enough time, I will try to break it. Though it would be much easier for me to open it with the key, Patriarch Bradford might have the key; he might know the person who does. Though one thing is clear, we are not ready to know about the secret in books; if we had, Patriarch Bradford would have opened it for us. With the shelf locked, I finished with the books, but I did not leave; instead, I finally sat down and closed my eyes, browsing through the secrets that I had learned today. Over 80% of the books here are testaments left behind by the predecessors, the things they encounter. However, most of the things in these books are secretive in nature, that only Grand Lords have a right to know. It is not the only place they have left their testaments here; there are other places too, most in Pyramid's library and archives of their own organizations; those were lesser secrets, while these are the greatest. In just a single day, I have added hundreds of places to visit my list; very few among them are safe; even these people who went there, after becoming Grand Lords, came back with experiences that gave them nightmares throughout their lives; some were not even able to come back. Most of these places are ruins, the dangerous ruins on the edge of the orbit of our world, where even the limit stretches and break. A minority of such places exist inside the world, too, cloaking their power in some way, like the thing did, as it is clearly above the limit of the world. I sorted through the secrets while my clones worked on the curse; reading one of the books, I have got great inspiration for suppression. A method I had never thought would work, but the graph created by my clones was any proof; it is clear the method will work, and it will be far more stable than the one I was using before. Though, it will take more resources, which I am willing to spend for stability. 117: Ruins of Zerab; A necrom… … … In the journal in front of me, I kept writing all the secrets, both visible and hidden; I even marked those that I wanted to visit. It is such regret that I could visit any of them; I have sufficient power to visit one of the least dangerous ones on the list but did not have the time, nor will I be able to until the war is over. Which is such a regret; it is already quite regretful that I had to leave early from the thing, and now I will have to wait till the war is over, which I may not be able to survive. Buzz! I was going over the journal of the secrets that I made when my holowatch buzzed, and mine was not the only holowatch that had buzzed; it was also of Lady Atkins. "So, they have finally attacked," I said, but did not disappear from my place, nor did Lady Atkins. However, we did leave the place through our minds and appeared in a different place. 'Who attacked?" asked Lady Atkins as her projection appeared a moment after mine. "Mras and Krof," replied Supreme Commander without taking her eyes off the screen. Above the thing, Lord Gatlin had begun fighting against Mras, the Violet Scaled Crockman, and Krof, Wood Horn Elkman. Her expressions, too, turned serious; both of the Grimms are part of the old coven, with centuries of experience, especially Mras. It is one of the most powerful Grimm in the coven. The battle started with gauging attacks, but very quickly, it became intense; both Grimms were working together to kill Lord Gatlin, but the old man was not easy to deal with, especially with its new method. It did not take long for the dreadful phantom of the parasite to come out, and the edge of the Grimm had vanished within a second, and now it was Lord Gatlin who was pushing against the Grimms. The method is quite powerful; if it had not been powerful, Lord Gatlin wouldn't have practiced this dangerous method. He would have been more than happy to keep the bastard caged. The method is this powerful when it is only the first level, and the parasite is still recovering. The moment he advances to level 2, his strength would immediately become equal or higher to the matron mavis, but reaching level 2 is hard, very hard, and also risky. There is a very high chance he would consume by parasites before he reaches level 2. Hun! Ten minutes had not even passed since the first battle had begun when the second started above the northern ocean. For a few seconds, there was nothing, but a moment later, Patriarch Bradford clashed against Imraf, the Black-Eyed Sharkman, and Dirml, the Iron-Hoofed Horseman. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖 The horse bastard is quite fast, despite being the new Grand Lord; I would love to fight it. The destruction their attacks are causing is shocking; despite fighting high, their battles are creating hundreds of meters high tsunamis, which are spreading in every direction. We have evacuated all our coastal cities, but still, this destruction is going to take lives, not only of humans but also monsters. I pity the poor monsters who are losing their lives without doing anything. "Supreme Commander, I want to join the battle over the northern sea," said Lady Atkins; hearing that, my eyes couldn't light up. It is a perfect battlefield for her, above the sea where the water elemental energy is quite dense, not to mention the literal water, which she could manipulate inexhaustibly. "Patriarch Bradford is enough to deal with them. If any other Grimm appears, I will send you there," said Supreme Commander. Lady Atkins opened her mouth but closed it a moment later. A smile couldn't help but appear on my face in the cottage seeing that, I could understand what she was thinking. Sea is her domain, and she is probably thinking she will be able to handle the two Grimms, and she might with her abilities, but that is not enough. Our condition is not that worse to make us take such risks. Imraf, the Black Eyed Sharkman, is dangerous. For years we thought it was dead, seeing it had not been seen in nearly two hundred years, but the bastard is not only not dead, but also quite powerful than the time it had disappeared. Lady Atkins needs to be patient; it is a war, and sooner than later, she will get a chance to fight; we might send her to fight more Grimms than she could handle. It is a war for survival, and nothing is out of the question here.