But when the scolding fully resounded, Nisi realized he was still too naive.
He was ntally prepared, but Charlotte was no longer the Charlotte of the past...
When the voice transmitted, he felt this scolding was even more terrifying than before, an indisputable command woven with laws, as if it was the might of a deity.
"Fuck..."
Under the terrifying pressure, he instinctively burst out a swear he had learned from Charlotte, and watched, wide-eyed, as his limbs thudded to the ground, and even his cat tail shrank back by itself.
As for Sebastian...
Before the power with the spirit of word fully reached, the mont the word "kneel" from Charlotte echoed, he had already dropped to one knee with a thud.
He knelt gracefully, naturally, feeling perfectly justified.
Nisi stared, dumbfounded.
"Thud," "thud"...
The scolding swept through the cavern, and thousands of undead knelt like harvested wheat, prostrating themselves before Charlotte as if worshipping their monarch.
However, this was just the aftermath magnified by the cave’s echo of the "scolding".
The real storm’s center was the "Black Dragon" Gicod, rushing towards Charlotte.
The mont the scolding sounded, he felt a deafening thunderclap resound in his mind, instantly tearing through his stormy spirit world...
His lost, crazed eyes suddenly cleared, but the next mont, they were replaced by a fear and terror that seed to stem from his soul.
His fearso dragon form crumbled in an instant, black scales shedding, and his massive body rapidly shrinking.
By the ti he fully recovered, he had reverted to his human form and... knelt down.
He tried to stand but found himself utterly unable to control his legs.
It wasn’t because he had lost control of his body...
Gicod could feel his legs trembling, his body trembling, his soul trembling...
He was afraid, terrified, and in that instant, he couldn’t harbor any thoughts of resistance against her!
Werewolf Luf also knelt.
He struggled to raise his head, staring at the sole petite figure standing in the middle of the cavern, sensing this imnsely powerful and strange force gradually aligning with so tribal legend...
Especially when the wildly rampaging Bloodline of the "Black Dragon" was abruptly awakened and then imdiately prostrated on the ground.
Luf’s eyes widened in disbelief as he murmured,
"Royal Majesty... This is the Royal Authority of the Bloodline!"
"True Ancestor above! Lord Charlotte... is a Bloodline of Royal Authority?!"
Luf’s expression was a marvel to behold.
Shock, absurdity, bewildernt... but gradually, he felt a sense of realization.
He abruptly looked towards Sebastian, just in ti to et the gaze of the elegantly kneeling Fla Elf, who offered him a slight smile.
The smile seed to say,
See, our master is indeed one of us.
Werewolf Luf was taken aback, then bowed his head once more, kneeling down with even more respectful posture.
This ti, it wasn’t a command from "Majesty Skill."
It was out of sincere respect.
Although he still had many unanswered questions, although he didn’t know why the supposedly extinct Bloodline of Royal Authority had beco "the Saintess of the Holy Royal Court," he believed there had to be a reason.
Originating from the Blood Totem, the Sub-human Tribe led by werewolves believed in the Blood True Ancestor and pledged loyalty to the Bloodline of Royal Authority...
That was enough for him.
However, in the eye of the storm, the fully awakened Bloodline Gicod knew the truth was not that simple...
The power that had awakened him instantly was not just from the vanished Bloodline of Royal Authority.
That power was vast and grand, ancient and perpetual, trendous as the heavens...
It was an even more unimaginable force.
It... was the overpowering force of hierarchy!
In that mont, Gicod felt as if the cursed pages in his hands were trembling, cheering.
It seed to be calling out for sothing, it appeared to want to break free, it looked as though it wished to return sowhere...
Gicod Black Vadrat dazedly lifted his head, his now lucid crimson pupils reflecting Charlotte’s silver hair and copper-gold eyes.
That petite figure, in an instant, began to overlap with so of the ancient legends he had heard from the third generation of the Bloodline...
"You... no... You are..."
His eyes widened, his voice hoarse with a mix of the absurd and disbelief, tinged with imnse fear.
However, he didn’t finish his sentence.
A flash of light passed through Charlotte’s eyes, and Gicod’s consciousness instantly breached; his previously clear blood eyes quickly clouded over with dullness and confusion.
[Domination Technique]
It was one of the known spells under the Bloodline Domination Magic System and also one of the Talent Magic abilities that Charlotte had reclaid from the Holy Scripture Fragnts snatched from the Blood Demon Church.
Due to its overwhelming dominance, repeated use made it addictive, easily leading one to view everything as insignificant, cultivating an attitude of supre arrogance and disregard for all, thus Charlotte, although proficient, chose not to use it unless absolutely necessary.
A person needed different voices around them.
Ancient wise monarchs, as their reigns stretched on, often fell into corruption. The principal reason being that with extended rule, those in power consolidated unimaginable authority.
They were unchallenged in their prestige, no one dared to oppose, gradually becoming lost and corrupted amidst absolute power and the flattery of the crowd, ultimately turning into the very thing they most despised in their youth.
The sa principle applied to the Domination Technique.
Charlotte worried that frequent usage might cause her to lose herself.
Besides, the spell could also affect the ntal state of the Infected One, potentially causing severe side effects and leaving them dented.
Thus, under normal circumstances, Charlotte refrained from using it.
However, at this mont, facing Gicod, she still chose to utilize it.
Regardless of what he perceived her to be, for safety, she would not allow him to finish his statent.
Moreover, for a sinister mber of the Bloodline who had callously transford thousands of innocent miners into living corpses, she felt no need for rcy.
Charlotte approached Gicod, looking down on him from her elevated position.
Although she was shorter, in front of Gicod who lay prostrate on the ground, she appeared as though she held the sovereign power of life and death.
"Tell your origin, tell your purpose in the Castel silver mine area."
Charlotte stared at him, her eyes flashing red as she asked coldly.
He slowly lifted his head, his voice respectfully saying:
"Great Master, I am Gicod Black Vadrat from the Coria Kingdom."
"I am tasked with overseeing the mining of mithril in the Castel silver mine area, protecting our mithril mining, and responsible for promptly dispatching the mined mithril..."
"Va... Vadret?!"
Sebastian, who had been respectfully kneeling, twitched at the corner of his eye, almost losing his composure and standing up abruptly.
Charlotte gave him a curious glance.
Vadret (vadállat), a clan among the six great Bloodline clans, possessing the inheritance of Wildness.
The Pure White Witch who had pursued Sebastian across half the continent was the heir to the Bloodline Vadret Clan.
"You are from the Vadret Clan Bloodline? Who is backing you, is it the Vadret Clan?"
Charlotte asked again.
This ti, however, Gicod did not respond, but began to tremble slightly.
His face showed struggle, his gaze vacant, and his spiritual world started to destabilize.
Charlotte’s heart skipped a beat.
This state was not unfamiliar to her, it was the telltale sign that her questions had touched upon so soul-related contract the other party had signed.
"Who is backing you?"
Charlotte asked once more, the light in her eyes flashing as she increased the output of her power.
Gicod’s trembling intensified.
His face contorted with struggle, his eyes rolling back, shaking violently as if in a seizure, he intermittently said:
"Nai... Nisi..."
"My backer... is Nisi..."
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