Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel
Chapter 410: -158- Ms. Eleanor

Chapter 410: -158- Ms. Eleanor

In the cramped space, Eleanor curled up into a ball, her hands tightly hugging her legs, her body trembling under her thin clothing, covered in bruises.

Her eyes were lifeless, and she even dared not meet anyone’s gaze.

Had Charlotte not seen this woman, her niece by blood, at the Moon Guardian Duke’s banquet, it would have been difficult for her to associate this trembling, helpless woman with the dazzling noblewoman she had seen at the party.

And the numerous scars on her body, which could not have been made in a single day, almost directly pointed to the identity of the abuser—

Being a high-ranking duchess and the wife of a royal family member, who else but her husband, Third Prince Philip, had both the ability and audacity to commit such an act?

The nobles present were no fools and quickly understood the reasoning behind it, their expressions subtly changing.

Charlotte’s face also turned grim; she snorted coldly and cursed:

"What a scumbag!"

No one objected to Charlotte’s judgment.

The looks everyone gave Eleanor were filled with solemnity, anger, and pity.

Charlotte took a deep breath and sighed softly.

"Miss Eleanor, Miss Eleanor?"

She tried calling her a few times.

Upon hearing her words, Eleanor shook slightly but did not respond and instead withdrew deeper into the corner.

Seeing her dim eyes, Charlotte furrowed her brow:

"She..."

"Her spirit must have suffered great trauma, and there are still traces of spirit magic left in her soul, hinting she was subjected to enslavement magic, though... it appears it was not entirely successful."

"It must be spirit control," said Count Yulster.

Viscount Lien Castel’s pupils shuddered:

"Spirit control? Blood... Blood Demon?!"

Count Yulster gave him a look and nodded:

"Yes, it indeed is the Bloodline’s spirit control and likely the handiwork of the Blood Demon Church."

"However, the caster is not from the Bloodline, and though the spirit control was not completely successful, it still profoundly affected her soul..."

"Spirit control... not from the Bloodline... Does this mean... the Third Prince truly had dealings with the Blood Demon Church?!"

The Old Viscount’s eyes widened.

Count Yulster scoffed, saying:

"This isn’t surprising; as far as I know, there are quite a few fools among the New Moon nobility who secretly interact with the Blood Demon Church, these naive people always think that the fallen Blood Demons abide by the rules like the other Bloodline, but little do they know, even within the Bloodline there are different factions, each following different creeds."

Hearing Count Yulster’s words, Viscount Lien Castel and Vincent pondered.

Charlotte then pondered for a moment and stepped forward to Eleanor’s side.

"Miss Eleanor?"

She called again.

Eleanor still did not answer and continued to hide further inside.

Charlotte sighed in her heart, reached out her hands to hold Eleanor’s cheeks, and then knelt down slightly, softly tuning her magic power, activating Charming Speech with a gentler tone of voice:

"Eleanor, look up at me, I’m Charlotte."

Upon hearing her words, Eleanor trembled slightly, then slowly lifted her head.

Their eyes met, and a crimson tinge quickly colored Charlotte’s pupils as her spirit soothing power gently awakened:

"Eleanor, don’t be afraid, the scum that abused you is no longer here."

A water-like magic flowed from Charlotte’s hands into the Duchess’s body, gently healing her wounded spirit.

This time, Eleanor finally responded.

Her lifeless pupils slowly found focus, reflecting the beautiful visage of the young girl.

"Char... Charlotte...?"

Eleanor spoke timidly.

The light in her pupils grew stronger, and her pale face gradually regained some life:

"Charlotte!"

Eleanor called out in a trembling voice, then buried herself in the young girl’s embrace, sobbing loudly.

...

After using magic to comfort Eleanor’s soul, Charlotte called a maid to take her to rest.

The poor Duchess’s physical and emotional scars were not something that could heal overnight; she would likely need a considerable period of recovery.

Upon leaving the tent, the expressions of Viscount Lien Castel and Vincent were quite grim.

"Although my father has told me many times about the Third Prince’s brutal nature and that he is not a fit ruler for the future, I never expected him to treat even his own wife so terribly..."

"How can there still be nobles in the kingdom who support such a man, I really don’t know what they are thinking!"

Vincent couldn’t help but speak up, reflecting on everything he had just seen.

Viscount Lien Castel gave him a look and shook his head:

"The Third Prince’s brutal temperament is hardly a secret, and his recklessness is well-known."

"He is not the primary heir to the throne, and his foundations are much weaker than those of the Second Prince, nor is he particularly cunning. Perhaps some nobles see supporting such a prince as more beneficial for manipulating to their advantage."

"What a foolish idea!"

Vincent cursed.

The Old Viscount sighed softly, not denying it.

He too was angry with the Third Prince’s actions, which violated both moral and noble standards.

The two men did not continue their discussion about the Third Prince.

Some things could be done, but others should not be, and the actions of the Third Prince had clearly crossed a noble line.

They knew that once today’s events became known, the Third Prince’s downfall would be inevitable.

...

Eleanor’s situation significantly dampened the joy Charlotte felt from her triumph. Although she wasn’t close to this "niece," empathy was a natural human reaction, and seeing her suffering affected her mood.

Nevertheless, after settling Eleanor, Charlotte soon recovered.

Though the battle was won and the outcome of the Bold Castel war was certain, there were still many issues to be managed, and negotiations were required.

A significant upheaval in the upper echelons of the New Moon Kingdom was foreseeable.

After dealing with the aftermath of the battlefield, Charlotte finally found the time to have a private conversation with Count Yulster.

This time, she spoke not only as Count Castel but also as the "True Ancestor Envoy."

"Praise be to the great Bloodline Ancestor! Count, may I ask if His Majesty the True Ancestor is satisfied with our support this time?"

Inside the Count Mansion’s reception room, Count Yulster, now dressed in noble attire, elegantly traced a thorny rose symbol across his chest and asked with an expectant look on his face.

His gesture was impeccably standard, clearly practiced countless times before, even smoother than Charlotte’s own.

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