Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel
Chapter 114: -102- Buried Memories

Chapter 114: -102- Buried Memories

Overwhelming memories flooded into her mind, shattering Charlotte’s vision.

No, it wasn’t her vision that had shattered.

In reality, she had her eyes closed.

What shattered was her perception.

After a flash of light, Charlotte found herself in a beautiful world.

More precisely, a world of dreams.

She found herself standing on a long floating corridor, surrounded by darkness, with numerous broken mirror pieces floating on both sides.

Each piece emitted a faint halo, like slides, displaying one distinct scene after another.

Some glowed brightly, radiating a soft light, quiet and peaceful.

Others burst with blood-red light, their aura cold and harsh, bringing a strong sense of discomfort to anyone merely looking at them.

Charlotte chose the one closest to her.

In the next instant, her perspective shifted, and she saw a cute little girl giggling, sitting in an old house, celebrating her birthday with her plainly dressed parents.

On the simple wooden table, the food was not plentiful, just some plain black bread and a small piece of dry cheese cake that had been sitting out for who knows how long.

However, seeing the girl’s pure and radiant smile, and the indulgent and gentle look in her parents’ eyes, one could truly sense the small, easily contented happiness shared among the three of them.

But in the next moment, the scene was devoured by flames.

Amidst heartrending cries, the girl’s parents fell in a pool of blood. A black-robed Blood Demon Cultist grabbed the girl’s hair, roughly stuffing her into a sack...

The vision continued to flicker as Charlotte watched the girl being imprisoned, auctioned at the Drunk Dream Saloon. She saw the confusion and terror on the girl’s face...

She saw the girl being violated, saw the Blood Demon Cultists chase her down after the saloon, watched as the girl walked slowly towards death amidst pain and fear.

Charlotte quickly exited the memory fragment. The immersive despair and pain left her feeling chilly inside.

She briefly sensed that browsing her memory had only taken a moment.

Although many scenes had been viewed, the vast bulk of memory information had surged into her consciousness in an instant.

Hesitating for a moment, Charlotte looked toward the next memory fragment...

Her view shifted, and another new girl appeared.

This was yet another girl’s memory.

Still a beautiful, happy memory.

Yet, the simple happiness was quickly consumed again by blood and despair.

Charlotte once again saw the appearance of Blood Demon Cultists, saw them abduct the girl, heard the desperate cries as they used her as a sacrifice, pushing her down into the abyss of death...

Charlotte quickly exited the memory fragment again.

Her mood grew heavier.

Looking around at the countless fragments, she knew each one represented a girl who had met tragedy.

Here, the memories were those most profound within their short lives.

Happy memories, fearful memories...

Painful memories, memories of despair...

Even in death, their memories lingered as residual souls.

Charlotte found herself increasingly reluctant to continue.

The immersive feeling of despair chilled her heart and made her soul shudder.

But she knew she had to keep going.

The secrets of the Blood Demon Church were likely hidden within these memory fragments.

She continued to look toward the next fragment...

One after another...

Charlotte lost track of how many memory fragments she had viewed.

All she knew was that she had seen one happy family after another shattered, saw one innocent girl after another consumed by despair...

She saw the evil and brutality of the Blood Demon Church, saw the corruption and darkness of the Nobles.

As she watched, she felt herself becoming almost numb.

All that was left in her heart was disgust and anger towards the Blood Demon Church and the fallen Nobles.

After viewing countless memories, Charlotte suddenly paused in front of one of the memory fragments.

In this fragment, she shockingly saw someone familiar.

Kara, the chief captain of the Bold Demon Hunting Institute!

However, this was not Kara’s memory fragment.

It was a little girl’s.

This little girl bore a striking resemblance to Kara, and the Kara in the memory fragment had no scars on her face.

Not only that, the Kara in the memory appeared quite young.

She looked no older than eighteen or nineteen.

It was a beautiful memory of two sisters.

As a mercenary, the elder sister took care of her younger, adorable sister.

They depended on each other for survival, living happily, albeit not richly, but still warm and joyful.

The beginning of her memories was still of serene beauty.

But when the villain appeared, everything changed.

She saw the girl being kidnapped, saw Kara severely injured.

She saw this female knight having left ghastly scars on her face, awakened unprecedented power in despair, yet could only watch her own sister being taken away.

Huh?

A villain?

Wait a moment...

Was it not a Blood Demon Cultist?

Charlotte was stunned.

What followed in the memories was even more unexpected.

Charlotte did not see the Drunk Dream Saloon.

Instead, there was fire.

An enormous blaze.

She heard countless muffled voices praying, chanting.

She heard praises of the abyss and darkness, someone extolling fallenness and decay.

She heard fervent voices exalting the prestigious title of the Blood Demon Duke!

She saw girls in the cell huddling together, fearfully peering through the window at the tall figure outside ablaze with flames...

A terrifying goat head, flames fiercely burning, deafening roars!

It was a dreadful Flame Demon!

Charlotte instantly realized.

This memory fragment was even older, from ten years ago!

What she saw now were scenes from the Flame Demon Disaster a decade earlier!

This little girl, who might be Kara’s sister, wasn’t snatched by the Drunk Dream Saloon in recent years but was kidnapped by Count Broey ten years ago!

After this realization, doubt quickly surfaced in Charlotte’s mind...

Wait.

If she remembered correctly, the Flame Demon ritual ten years ago originated from Count Broey.

And according to records, all underage girls abducted during the Flame Demon Disaster had ultimately died in the sacrifice.

As for the Drunk Dream Saloon, it only gradually emerged after the Flame Demon Disaster.

But this was underneath the Drunk Dream Saloon...

If Kara’s sister had been kidnapped ten years ago, how could her memory fragments appear here, at the site of the Drunk Dream Saloon’s ceremonial sacrifice?

No, that’s wrong.

In her memory, the girl had seen the Flame Demon.

This meant that at the time, she had not died.

Moreover, none of the girls imprisoned in that cell had died.

So... what happened next?

Charlotte was filled with doubt.

But soon, her questions were answered.

Along with an angry roar, the Flame Demon disappeared into a brilliant blaze of light.

After a long while, the dim cell was smashed open with a thunderous noise.

A blinding light descended, piercing the despairing darkness, bringing comforting warmth.

A figure dressed in a pristine white robe appeared before the girls.

It was an elderly priest.

His expression was filled with fatigue.

Upon seeing the girls in the cell, he paused slightly.

Then quickly, he showed a kindly smile.

He reached out, tenderly stroking the head of the girl closest to him.

A gentle and aged voice slowly resonated by the girl’s ear:

"Children, you are saved."

His smile was immensely kind, immensely gentle.

So gentle that it seemed almost unreal, chilling to the bone.

That priest was none other than the highest clergy of the Bold Duchy, Great Priest Linus.

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