Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel
Chapter 76: -65- Dare to touch my people and see what happens.

Chapter 76: -65- Dare to touch my people and see what happens.

In the western part of the abandoned district of Bold, inside a dilapidated courtyard.

Mina leaned against the wall, her complexion pale and consciousness blurred, a ghastly wound pierced through her chest, and her bloodied clothes had long since turned crimson from her blood.

Her two beautiful little daughters clustered by her side, tears streaming down as they clutched their mother’s hand.

Old Frank, with his lame leg, took a tile and caught some rainwater through the leaky skylight, bringing it to his wife’s lips:

"Mina... don’t sleep, drink some water."

His condition was not much better than his wife’s, a terrifying sword wound nearly severed his right arm, which was hastily bandaged.

That was when he was blocking a sword for his wife and daughters.

In fact, if it hadn’t been for their eldest daughter Sherry who had returned in anger and killed the Judge who had broken into the shop, he, his wife, and even the two little girls might have all died at the hands of the Judges.

"Father, Mother... How is she?"

Sherry, holding a longsword, entered the ruined house and came to her parents’ side, her cool voice trembling slightly.

Seeing his eldest daughter’s blood-stained maid’s dress, Old Frank let out a long sigh.

He was about to reply when Mina suddenly struggled to grab his hand, her words faltering:

"Frank, don’t... don’t worry about me."

"Quick... take Sally and Mary and leave, go out of the city..."

"The Rose Association... has been judged, don’t go looking for Sherry... and don’t go looking for Lord Charlotte..."

"That will bring them trouble..."

Mina’s consciousness was already somewhat unclear.

She spoke in fits and starts, her memory seemingly still stuck in the moment when the Judges had broken into the shop.

Frank touched his wife’s forehead, the severe injury coupled with the rain had already given her a high fever.

However, when fleeing, they didn’t even dare to light torches.

He knew his wife wouldn’t last long.

He also knew he wasn’t in a state to run much farther.

Taking a deep breath, he looked at Sherry who had just entered the door and gritted his teeth saying:

"Sherry, take Sally and Mary away, go to old street number 17, there is a shop owned by our family in the Outer City District."

"Though the city gates are closed and we can’t leave or enter the inner city, there might still be a way to contact Castel Manor there."

"Mina and I are probably not going to make it, you take the two of them and leave quickly, go there... seek the family’s protection!"

"The Judges who attacked the shop were too strange; they arrived much earlier than the Judgement Knights and were not wearing chains; this means they’re not real Judges!"

"This Holy Judgment against the Rose Association... someone is taking advantage of the chaos!"

However, after hearing her father’s words, the girl hesitated to move.

"Sherry!"

Frank repeated a little angrily.

Sherry didn’t respond, but silently lifted her sleeve.

On her wrist, hung an eagle-shaped bracelet.

Frank was slightly startled.

He recognized it, that was the Castels’ magical bracelet, a symbol of the Castel family’s core servants.

It had only one use: to allow positioning within a certain range.

In the past, almost all of the core followers of the Castel family had one.

When they used to be members of the Mage Group and the maid’s group, Old Frank and Lady Mina had one as well, only to have it taken back when they were driven out of the family.

Clearly, the Castel family held Sherry and her group in high regard, already considering them the core followers of the future.

But several hours had passed since the first assassination attempt, and the real Holy Judgment had already been deployed for half a day.

Even they had been fleeing and even fighting more than once under the encirclement of the real Judgement Troops.

But even now, there was still no news from the Castel family, which made Old Frank somewhat silent.

With so much commotion in the Outer City District, the Castel family could not possibly be unaware of the troubles at the Rose Association.

"Lord Father, we have been abandoned once again."

Sherry spoke softly.

"No, it can’t be. The family must have gotten tangled up in something, maybe they’re negotiating with the Church now!"

"You quickly take Sally and Lisa!"

Frank stubbornly shook his head as if persuading himself.

Sherry wanted to say more, but suddenly raised her sword, looking towards the courtyard outside the window.

Accompanied by a loud bang, the courtyard gate was smashed open from the outside.

Messy footsteps sounded, and faintly, a sycophantic voice could be heard:

"Lords... Lords..."

"Those people just now entered this courtyard, each bearing wounds, looking harried, they must be the evildoers of the Rose Association!"

"Hmm... good, I’ve already smelled that Rose Association stench on them, you did well!"

A hoarse voice came through.

"Then... Lord... can I leave now?"

The sycophantic voice asked cautiously.

"Of course you can."

After the hoarse voice finished speaking, there was a sound of a sword piercing flesh from outside.

Along with a scream, the sycophantic voice completely vanished.

Dazzling lightning illuminated everything in the courtyard.

Entering the courtyard were seven or eight figures in grey robes, each with chains on their hands and feet.

They were the Local Judge Force!

The lightning illuminated the courtyard and also the room, as well as the figures of Sherry and the others.

Through the ragged windows, several cruel eyes looked over, one of them narrowing slightly:

"I recognize them, Old Frank and Mina, they’ve been peripheral members of the Rose Association since before I joined the Judgement Troop."

"That girl must be his daughter, and if I remember correctly, she’s a Transcendent."

The leader of the Judges sneered:

"The Judgement Knights said, all members of the Rose Association, and those who resist, are to be executed on the spot."

"Looking at them, they’ve probably put up quite a fight, haven’t they?"

After speaking, his expression turned cold, and a bloodthirsty excitement flashed across his eyes as he viciously said,

"Kill them!"

With those words, they drew their weapons and charged toward the cabin.

Sherry also tightly gripped her silver sword.

She stood at the entrance of the cabin, her cool gaze seeming to carry a determination, like a knight protecting her family.

The battle quickly erupted between the girl and the Judges.

...

Sherry didn’t know how many times she had repelled these attacking Judges.

Nor did she know how many times they had swarmed up again in attack.

Although she too was a Transcendent, the Holy Lock ultimately limited a Transcendent’s strength, so these people were no match for her.

Nevertheless, with their rich combat experience, they could little by little wear her down.

A sharp pain came from her lower left abdomen, another cunning sword thrust by a Judge had left a wound on her.

Her maid’s uniform was already ragged, and copious blood had completely dyed her clothes red.

Sherry felt her strength fading more and more.

Yet, the encircling Judges remained unhurried, even as the scale of victory was tipping in their favor...

They are toying with me, they are enjoying watching me weaken bit by bit, they are waiting for me to fall on my own.

Watching those mocking and excited gazes, Sherry quickly understood the enemy’s intent.

"Sherry! Run! Don’t worry about us!"

Behind her, her father’s anxious voice came through.

Sherry didn’t move.

Her father and mother were behind her, her sisters were also behind her, she couldn’t abandon them.

Even if the outcome of this battle was death, she wanted to die together with her family.

The heavy rain poured down, and the incessant droplets fell along the girl’s cheeks.

The enemy’s sneers, the pain of her wounds, the cold raindrops... made Sherry feel as if she had returned to that night ten years ago.

That rainy night, after her parents had given all their strength for the Castel, they were driven out of the manor upon losing their powers.

She, with a high fever and feeling sore all over, could only wander in the heavy rain following her parents, hiding from those enemies who didn’t dare act against Castel, but dared to strike at them, the servants who had once been loyal to Castel.

Childhood memories from the manor were like a dream; when their utilitarian value was lost, and Castel needed a scapegoat, the powerless parents had become the sacrifices.

Castel abandoned them.

The family that once called them a part of its own had abandoned them.

And now, ten years later, the Castel family had found them again because Castel had encountered a crisis and needed to replenish new blood.

How ironic.

When they were not needed, they were discarded, and when they were needed again, they were remembered.

And now, as crisis struck once more, Castel had indeed abandoned them again.

Sherry didn’t know what she was feeling at the moment.

Perhaps the past few days of interaction, that young lady’s warm smiles and the affectionate cunning after pranks had also touched her heart, vaguely stirring a fleeting hope at some point.

Of course, it was just a fleeting moment.

Castel was still the same Castel.

When the Church’s fist came down, they had ultimately abandoned their own people again.

Sherry hated Transcendent powers.

She hated them profoundly.

If her parents hadn’t had Transcendent powers in the first place, they might have been able to live a peaceful life as ordinary people, not absorbed as core members by Castel, and ultimately not have fallen into this plight.

If she hadn’t possessed Transcendent powers, perhaps her parents wouldn’t have placed their hopes on her returning to Castel but would have left Bold together to live their own lives.

Yet, at this very moment, Sherry was also yearning for Transcendent power.

If she could be just a bit stronger, perhaps she could now defeat these enemies, she could take her parents and sisters away, leave this place... and never return.

But alas... there were no ’ifs’.

The girl’s strength was gradually weakening, almost reaching her limit.

Finally, she used up her last ounce of strength, and the long sword in her hand was directly knocked away by the attacking Judge.

A Judge kicked her fiercely, striking Sherry’s stomach— she couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground, unable to get up again.

"Sherry!"

Behind her, her father’s urgent cry resounded.

Sherry saw her father, struggling to move with severe injuries, run towards her, shielding her with his body.

Just like when she was a child...

"How touching, this deep father-daughter love..."

The Judge said with a sneer, approaching them.

Their expressions were ferocious, indistinguishable from before they became Judges, except for the iron shackles of the Holy Royal Court on their hands and feet.

But clearly, these shackles would not save the girl and her family.

They were a pack of mad dogs kept by the Church.

And now, they had been unleashed.

The Judge raised his long sword high, looking at Sherry and Old Frank with an indifferent gaze.

And in the house, as Judges rushed in, the crying of her sisters grew louder and louder.

Looking at the cold long sword, Sherry gently closed her eyes, a sense of despair welling up in her heart.

It was over.

Everything was over.

However, just as the long sword was about to pierce Old Frank’s chest, accompanied by a whooshing sound, a Crossbow Arrow shot out, striking the head of the Judge who was about to strike.

The force of the Crossbow Arrow was so great that it sent the Judge flying, who staggered a few steps and then sat down on the ground, never making a sound again.

In the midst of the downpour, the dilapidated cabin suddenly became eerily quiet.

And then came a young, cold female voice:

"Try to touch my people again, see what happens."

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Tonight’s update might be a bit late.