Marie de Brois?
The eldest daughter of Count Brois?
Didn't she die in the Fla Demon Disaster?
No... her current state seems sowhat strange.
Looking at the girl in front of her who revealed her identity, Charlotte was extrely surprised.
However, when the other party ntioned Charlotte's identity by na, it made her heart race even more.
Does she recognize who I am?
Does she also know... that I'm not the original Charlotte?
With a sense of astonishnt, Charlotte looked at the girl in front of her. The girl's posture was respectful, and her expression seed sowhat nervous and tense...
This expression, she was too familiar with it, just like when Sebastian first realized her identity.
Charlotte instantly understood.
Just like Sebastian, the girl regarded her as so ancient being who had descended into this body.
"Do you know who I am?"
Charlotte asked.
The girl hesitated for a mont, then shook her head.
"I don't know who you are..."
With that, the girl smiled slightly, a smile tinged with a hint of sadness.
"But... to see a friend who should have perished from the Fla Demon's corruption standing before again, even if I know it's not her anymore, still makes happy..."
"Your anger towards the unjust spirits here makes fearful, but at the sa ti... it makes yearn..."
"You are a noble and righteous being, possessing the great power to stop everything, to change everything."
"As long as you are willing, in my eyes... you are her."
After hearing the girl's words, filled with both sorrow and hope, Charlotte's heart stirred.
She fell silent for a mont, letting out a soft sigh.
"Now, I am Charlotte de Castell."
The girl laughed.
She laughed joyfully, relieved.
She understood the implicit aning in Charlotte's words.
Now, she is Charlotte de Castell.
Similarly, she would shoulder the responsibilities that matched her current identity.
"Master... who are you talking to?"
Seeing Charlotte talking to thin air, Sebastian was puzzled.
"An acquaintance, you can't see her."
Charlotte said.
An... acquaintance?
Sebastian's heart skipped a beat as he looked towards the gloomy cave, his expression even more uncertain.
Obviously, what he understood as an acquaintance and what Charlotte ant might have so discrepancies.
The girl's state was very strange. She was neither a spirit nor a physical entity, more like a miraculous projection, yet only Charlotte could perceive her.
Charlotte could feel that she was able to see the girl perhaps due to the influence of the Gospel of Blood, as she sensed a faintly familiar and comforting aura from her, seemingly originating from the Gospel itself.
"Thank you..."
"Esteed... Lady Charlotte."
The girl bowed to Charlotte again.
And after bowing, the girl's expression beca urgent again.
"Lady Charlotte..."
"Please save Borde, please... save my sister Lottie."
"The High Priest of the Blood Demon Cult, Biren, wants to summon the Blood Demon Lord into the world, and he's already made the final preparations!"
"The true purpose of the Fla Demon summoning ten years ago was not to summon the Fla Demon."
"My father was frad, he was frad!"
"He only wanted to cure the congenital frailty of my sister Lottie and , but he was manipulated and frad by the Blood Demon Cult!"
"The failure of the Fla Demon summoning didn't matter to the Blood Demon Cult at all..."
"They wanted to use the power of the Fla Demon to leave a vessel and node for the Blood Demon Lord in this world!"
"He wants to use my body as the sacred vessel for the Blood Demon Lord's descent. With the twins united, he wants to use my sister's soul... as the dium to awaken the Blood Demon Lord!"
"There's not much ti left, really not much..."
"The death of the Great Knight made him decide to advance all actions!"
"Once the incarnation of the Blood Demon Lord descends, the entire Borde Duchy will face a disaster!"
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"Please... stop all of this! Only you can do it!"
Lottie?
Priest Lottie?
Charlotte was slightly stunned.
She was about to ask more questions when she saw the girl suddenly look terrified.
"No! Don't co over! Don't co over! Don't co over!"
"No—!"
The girl's figure suddenly flickered and shimred as if it were disrupted by interference, and then began to sway and blink.
Then, with a soft sound, her body dissipated into countless photons...
"Marie? Marie?"
Charlotte's expression turned serious as she called out.
However, the girl's figure did not appear again.
"Marie?"
Sebastian was slightly stunned.
"Count Brois's eldest daughter, I just talked to her, but... she's gone now."
Charlotte said solemnly.
"Count Brois's eldest daughter? Wait... didn't she die? Is she a spirit? Is her ghost still here?"
Sebastian was puzzled.
"No, it doesn't seem like a ghost..."
Charlotte shook her head.
She possessed necromancy magic for resurrecting the undead, but she did not sense any ghostly aura from the girl.
To her, the feeling she got from the girl was more like so kind of projection.
"Master, what did she tell you?"
Sebastian asked.
Charlotte turned her head and looked at the coffin above the altar, saying in a deep voice.
"She told the secret of the Blood Demon Cult..."
"Sebastian, the Blood Demon Cult is preparing for a ritual to summon the Bloodborne Archduke!"
"They... want to summon the incarnation of Abaddon!"
...
Sowhere in Borde.
A figure cloaked in black robes, his entire body hidden, gazed coldly at the altar in front of him.
On the altar, layers upon layers of tumors and blood vessels were attached, intertwining and converging above the altar, connecting to a swollen and ugly lump of flesh.
The exterior of the lump of flesh resembled a twisted octopus, with blood vessel tentacles tightly coiled around a giant eye.
The eye was tightly shut, spherical in shape, with tentacle-like filants growing on its wrinkled eyelids, and the faint outline of a face could be vaguely seen, looking like a girl in extre pain.
Around the eye, illusory black chains extended from all sides, firmly imprisoning it.
The cloaked figure stood in front of the lump of flesh, staring coldly at the face on the eye, and said coldly.
"It seems I've been too lenient with you. You've gone out again."
"You heard my conversation with Anthony, didn't you? You want to seek help from that mysterious god, don't you?"
"Hmph! I've told you, don't struggle anymore. Your fate has been sealed!"
"You're truly foolish. Do you really think a not-yet-recovered God would dare to appear in front of my master, the Lord of the Bloodborne?"
"Next, you just have to stay put. Before the ritual begins, you won't be going anywhere."
While the cloaked figure was speaking, a Blood Demon Cultist ca up behind him and respectfully saluted.
"Excellency High Priest..."
"What is it?"
The cloaked figure said coldly.
"Count Tulip just sent a ssage. The Dreaming Salon is about to begin, and he's asking when the collection ceremony will be held."
The Blood Cultist said respectfully.
"No need to worry about him."
"The Eye of the Demon already has enough power, and the vessel and dium are already in place."
"His mission... has been completed."
At the sa ti, in the second-floor bathroom of the mansion where the Dreaming Salon was held.
Count Tulip, who had just finished washing up, changed into a new set of mage robes.
He smiled faintly, put on his mask, and said to the servants attending him.
"The Salon is about to begin, let's go."
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