Mary de Broglie?
Count Broey’s eldest daughter?
Wasn’t she already dead in the Fla Demon Disaster?
No... her current state seems sowhat strange.
Watching the girl in front of her who declared her identity, Charlotte was incredibly astonished.
However, when the other party identified Charlotte’s identity, it made her heart beat wildly.
Does she recognize whose body I am in?
Does she also know... I am not the original Charlotte?
Charlotte regarded the little girl in front of her with a feeling of surprise and suspicion, noting that her posture was respectful and her expression seed very nervous and uneasy...
That expression, she knew it all too well, was the sa as when Sebastian first beca aware of her identity.
In an instant, Charlotte understood.
Like Sebastian, the girl saw her as so ancient presence that had co to dwell within this body.
"Do you know who I am?" Charlotte countered.
The girl hesitated for a mont, then shook her head:
"I do not know who you are..."
Saying this, the girl gave a slight smile, a smile that seed tinged with a faint sadness:
"But to see a friend who had been afflicted by Fla Demon Pollution and should have passed away, appearing before once again, even knowing she is no longer her, still makes happy..."
"You feel anger for the wronged spirits here, your rage instills fear in , yet at the sa ti... it fills with longing..."
"You are a noble and upright entity, possessing great power capable of stopping and changing everything."
"As long as you are willing, in my eyes... you are her."
Upon hearing the girl’s words, filled with sorrow but also with hope, Charlotte felt a stir in her heart.
She remained silent for a mont, then let out a soft sigh:
"Now, I am Charlotte de Castel."
The girl smiled.
Her smile was one of great happiness and relief.
She understood the subtext of Charlotte’s words.
Now, she was Charlotte de Castel.
Likewise, she would assu the responsibilities that ca with her current identity.
"My lady... who are you talking to?"
Watching Charlotte talk to the air, Sebastian was sowhat puzzled and uncertain.
"A friend from the past, one you can’t see," Charlotte replied.
A... friend from the past?
Sebastian’s heart skipped a beat, looking towards the gloomy cave with even more doubt and suspicion.
Clearly, the friend from the past he was thinking of, and what Charlotte was trying to convey, might... have so discrepancies.
The girl’s state was very strange; she was not an undead being, but neither was she corporeal – she was more like a miraculous thought, yet only perceptible to her.
Charlotte could feel that she was able to see the other only because the Blood Holy Scripture was at work, for she sensed a trace of familiarity and affinity in the girl, as if connected by the sa origin as the Holy Scripture.
"Thank you..." "The great... Lady Charlotte."
The girl bowed to Charlotte once more.
And after the bow, the girl’s expression beca more urgent:
"Lady Charlotte..."
"Please save Bold, and please... save my sister Lotti."
"The High Priest Biron of the Blood Demon Church wishes to summon the Evil God, the Blood Demon Duke, to descend upon this world, and he has completed the final preparations!"
"The true purpose of the Fla Demon summoning ten years ago was not to summon a Fla Demon."
"My father was wrongfully accused; he was frad!"
"He just wanted to cure the congenital weakness in my sister and , but was manipulated and controlled by the Blood Demon Church!"
"The Blood Demon Church failed in summoning the Fla Demon, but they don’t care about the failure..."
"They wished to use the power of the Fla Demon to leave behind a body that can serve as both a vessel and anchor for the Blood Demon Duke in this world!"
"He intends to use my body as the Holy Body for the Blood Demon Duke’s descent, and with our hearts in unity, he wants to use my sister’s soul... as the dium to awaken the Blood Demon Duke!"
"There’s not much ti left, truly not much..."
"The death of the Great Knight has made him decide to move all their plans forward!"
"If the avatar of the Blood Demon Duke descends, the entire Bold Duchy will face an apocalypse!"
"Please... stop all this! Only you can do it!"
Lotti?
Priest Lotti?
Charlotte was slightly startled.
She was about to ask more questions when she saw the girl’s expression suddenly beco terrified:
"No! Don’t co over! Don’t you co over! Don’t co here!"
"No--!"
The girl’s figure suddenly flickered like a disrupted signal, wavering and shimring.
Then, with a soft click, her body dissipated into countless photons...
"Mary? Mary?"
Charlotte called out, her expression stern.
However, the girl’s figure did not reappear.
"Mary?"
Sebastian was slightly taken aback.
"She is Count Broey’s eldest daughter. I was just speaking with her, but... now she has vanished."
Charlotte said solemnly.
"Count Broey’s eldest daughter? Wait... wasn’t she dead? Could it be an undead? Is her revenant still here?"
Sebastian asked with so confusion.
"No, it doesn’t quite seem like an undead..."
Charlotte shook her head.
She mastered dead spirit magic that could revive the undead, but she did not feel the presence of an undead from the other party.
To her, the other party felt more like so type of projection.
"Master, what did she tell you?"
Sebastian inquired.
Charlotte turned back to look at the coffin above the altar and said in a deep voice,
"She told the secrets of the Blood Demon Church..."
"Sebastian, the Blood Demon Church is preparing for a Divine Descent of the Blood Demon Duke!"
"They... intend to summon the incarnation of Yabaton into this world!"
...
Sowhere in Bold Duchy.
A hunched figure cloaked in a black robe coldly watched the altar before it.
On the altar laid layers upon layers of flesh tumors and blood vessels, intertwining with each other, converging above the altar, connecting to a swollen and ugly lump of flesh.
That mass of flesh resembled a twisted octopus, with blood vessel-based tentacles tightly wrapped around a giant eye.
The eye was tightly shut, spherical in shape, with fur-like tentacles growing on it, and the wrinkled eyelids faintly revealed a human face that looked like an expression of intense agony on a young girl.
Surrounding the eyeball, illusory black chains extended from all around, binding it securely.
The hunched figure stood before the lump of flesh, looking at the face on the eyeball with a chilling gaze, and said coldly,
"It seems I have been too indulgent with you; you’ve gone out again."
"Did you hear my conversation with Anthony and want to seek help from that mysterious Evil God?"
"Humph! I told you, stop struggling. Your fate is already sealed!"
"How foolish you are. Do you really think an Evil God whose power has not yet been restored would dare appear under the watchful eye of a Prince of the Bloodline?"
"Next, just stay put. You’re not going anywhere before the ritual begins."
As the hunched figure spoke, a Blood Demon Cultist approached from behind and bowed respectfully,
"High Priest Lord..."
"What is it?"
The hunched figure asked coldly.
"Count just sent a ssage, Drunk Dream Saloon is about to begin, and he’s asking when to hold the collection ritual."
The Blood Demon Cultist reported respectfully.
The hunched figure chuckled lightly and said dismissively,
"Don’t worry about him."
"The Eye of the Demon already has enough energy, and the container and dium are already in place."
"His mission... is already completed."
anwhile, at the estate where the Drunk Dream Saloon was located, in the second-floor bathroom,
the Tulip Count, having finished his ablutions, also changed into a new Mage robe.
He smiled slightly, put on his mask, and said to the servants attending him,
"The saloon is about to begin, let’s go."
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