Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel
Chapter 115: -103- The Fallen Great Priest

Chapter 115: -103- The Fallen Great Priest

"Children, you have been saved."

"Now it’s still not safe outside, you’ll need to bear with staying here a little longer."

"..."

"Children, I have some very unfortunate news for you. The Church has marked you for purification, you can no longer return..."

"Is it true or false? Of course, it’s true. Don’t worry, I will protect you."

"You want to see your family? Sorry, that’s not possible."

"Let me help you check your bodies and purify the filth from them."

"..."

"Behave! Why won’t you behave?"

"Do you want to be purified by the Holy Light?! Do you want to implicate your own families?"

"Good... just behave, yes, that’s right, just like that..."

"Um... wonderful... I like obedient children."

"Come, my precious ones, today I will teach you some new knowledge..."

"..."

"Ah, my dear precious ones, why do you grow up so fast?"

"So fast... that it’s starting to disappoint me."

"..."

"Who? Who leaked the information?!"

"Do you really think you can escape from the palm of my hand?!"

"Do you know who he really is? Do you know who stands behind him?!"

"Foolish! You are truly foolish!"

"Tonight, you will be punished!"

"Cry, cry louder! Scream! Scream louder!"

"..."

"Hmph, Anthony, don’t think you can threaten me with this!"

"I can agree to cooperate with you, but you must also do something for me!"

"What is it? Of course, it’s to take care of them for me."

"I’m tired of it."

"I need new treasures."

...

"My dear treasures, goodbye..."

"Thank you for your companionship over the years."

...

The scene finally stopped in the darkness.

Charlotte exited the fragments of memory, feeling a chill in her heart:

"So it turns out... not all the girls from the Flame Demon Disaster ten years ago perished."

"Some survived, only to be taken away by the Great Priest."

"He’s truly a pervert, a pervert who loves immature girls!"

"He kept them captive, and then Tulip Count Anthony followed the trail and caught him red-handed..."

"They still couldn’t escape the fate of being sacrificed, only... their fate was even more tragic than those girls sacrificed before the Flame Demon Disaster!"

Charlotte calmed her emotions and looked towards the remaining memory fragments.

There weren’t many memory fragments left, only a few hundred.

But their glow was deeper, colder, and the breath they exuded was even more desperate.

Charlotte hesitated for a moment and then continued to look.

Soon, she saw the Great Priest’s figure in the memories once again.

No.

Rather, the Great Priest was in every following memory.

That Clergyman, revered and upright among the citizens of Bold, was like a Demon from Hell in these memory fragments!

He didn’t bring the girls hope or light, but despair and darkness that slowly dragged them into the abyss!

These last few hundred memory fragments represented hundreds of poor girls harmed by the Great Priest and then discarded back to the Drunk Dream Saloon for disposal!

Going through each memory fragment, Charlotte’s anger grew.

Even she, who had lived two lives, shuddered at the sight of some depraved and cruel methods and behaviors in those memories.

While browsing those memories, she could somewhat resonate with their owners.

She could clearly sense the pain, fear, and despair of the girls.

These girls, whose lives had just begun, with a bright future ahead of them, yet... in the end, they died in despair under the clutches of the Blood Demon Church and the Great Priest.

Even in death, their souls could not find peace, and their obsessions and resentments lingered here forever.

These were their memories.

And their resentments.

Charlotte was filled with indignant rage. She did not consider herself a good person, but everything in the memories still crossed her inner moral line, causing her profound discomfort and outrage.

Deep in her consciousness, the Blood Holy Scripture trembled slightly with her emotions, as if responding to its master’s will. Terrifying mental fluctuations spread around, shaking the entire Dream world, on the verge of collapse...

Charlotte quickly realized her lapse and hurriedly calmed her emotions, stabilizing the strange memory space.

She lifted her head, looking towards the front of the corridor.

On both sides, the fragments of memory were gone, and she had already reached the endpoint of the dream world.

However, at the end of the path, there remained the darkest memory fragment, quietly floating in midair, flickering with a chilling, dim light.

Charlotte approached the fragment.

For the last time, she reached out her hand.

Touching the dark fragment, immense memories surged into her consciousness once more.

It was the vision of countless overlapping memory fragments...

She saw hundreds of Blood Demon Cultists clad in black robes, holding high the Demon Eye and Dark Cross, prostrating in worship before an altar built of dry bones.

She saw the cave’s ceiling, where thick blood slowly dripped down into a pool of blood, shimmering with a crimson glow, finally being slowly absorbed by the coffin on the central altar...

She heard the overlapping fervent voices praying and calling together:

"Wanderer of the Abyss and the mortal world,"

"Incarnation of the Fallen and decay,"

"The Savior of the Descendants of Blood..."

"The great Blood Demon Duke—Yabaton!"

"Your humble servants offer you the powers of darkness and despair!"

"Darkness forges the Holy Body,"

"Despair coalesces the Holy Spirit!"

"May Your will walk the earth... as in the Demon Abyss!"

"..."

The fanatical prayers echoed without end.

Charlotte watched as the deep glow spread, blossomed, and saw the black mist permeating...

In a hazy vision, she seemed to glimpse a towering figure casting its gaze down from within the memory fragment.

She felt an ancient and profound gaze rest upon the Blood Demon Cultists, but the next moment, the mist subtly shifted.

It seemed she saw a pair of deep, crimson eyes, quietly turning, peering through countless dimensions, directly at her.

Those eyes were indescribable in words.

Crimson, darkness.

Like two profound black holes.

Vaguely, Charlotte thought she heard a majestic and icy voice:

"Who?"

The voice seemed to resonate at the back of Charlotte’s mind, thunderous as rolling thunder, causing echoing reverberations.

In an instant, the dream world shattered violently, and Charlotte returned to reality.

Her mind spun, the world whirled, and thunderous echoes trembled in her consciousness; she couldn’t help but stagger.

Only when the Blood Holy Scripture flickered faintly, and the cool touch of Blood Divine Power brushed over her consciousness, did she return to normal.

"Master, are you... alright?"

Sebastian’s concerned voice quickly followed.

"I’m fine."

Charlotte took a deep breath and said.

Lifting her gaze once more, the girl looked towards the dry bones in the cave, eventually settling on the coffin on the altar that emanated a heart-throbbing aura.

Charlotte’s expression was more solemn than ever.

She probably... already knew what ceremony was being conducted here.

"This isn’t a Flame Demon summoning ceremony."

Charlotte shook her head.

"Not a Flame Demon summoning ceremony?"

Sebastian’s gaze flickered.

"That’s right."

Charlotte nodded slightly, her eyes resting solemnly on the altar at the center of the blood pool, saying:

"This is..."

"Ritual for Divine Descent!"

She paused for a moment, as she spoke, Charlotte was startled.

For just as she uttered those words, a crisp and melodious voice almost simultaneously spoke what she intended to say.

Charlotte quickly turned around.

At the entrance of the cave stood the little girl in a white dress.

Her figure ethereal, she lifted the corner of her skirt, performing a perfect noble curtsey to Charlotte:

"Greetings... oh great and mysterious being..."

"I am Mary de Broglie."

Saying this, she seemed hesitant, but finally couldn’t help looking at Charlotte, her ethereal face showing a trace of anxiety:

"Should I... address you as Miss Charlotte?"

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