Hello Myssoferia here!Due to imperfect importing from my translation back up, the formatting turned out to be a mess. Currently I'm working on fixing them while also proofread and do minor edit to the inconsistent glossary from the early chapters. The chapters that has been fixed will have chapter title attached in chapter list, so I advise not to unlock/read chapter without title for comfortable reading experience.
Charlotte never intended to let the Bishop off the hook. However, she also didn’t plan to take direct action.
The death of a Grand Knight had already caused a significant impact.
If the Bishop were to die, it would practically announce to the Holy Court that there was a major problem in Borde. Legendary investigators would undoubtedly be dispatched.
She not only had to deal with potential threats but also had to avoid falling into greater danger herself.
“Master, what do we do next?”
Sebastian asked respectfully.
“Of course… we go straight to the source.”
The girl said calmly.
Amid the night’s darkness, Charlotte stood on the eaves of a clock tower in the outer district, her gaze fixed on the Borde’s darkest area.
…
Lottie slowly woke up from the darkness.
She found herself in a dim dungeon, her holy power completely sealed.
Dreaming Salon?
That was Lottie’s first thought. But soon, she dismissed the idea.
As a clergy who had followed Count Tulip for seven years, she was more familiar with that filthy and corrupt place than anyone else. The cells here looked even more dilapidated and ancient, with a faintly familiar feeling, but it was definitely not the underground prison of the Dreaming Salon.
When she saw the Blood Cultists guarding the cell door, although she had expected it, her heart sank slightly.
Have I… finally been found out?
Lottie was not surprised at being imprisoned.
In fact, she had long been prepared for Count Tulip’s anger, especially after she secretly saved so many girls targeted by the Dreaming Salon, and immediately informed the Rose Society branch in the western district after reporting the Rose Society.
In fact, she had been hiding and doing so much damage to the salon for so many years, but she had never been found out, which was already surprising to her. As if someone was secretly protecting her, not only was she not suspected, but she was also increasingly trusted.
Lottie sometimes felt quite foolish.
Clearly, she had approached Count Tulip to investigate the truth of the Flame Demon Disaster ten years ago, and she had infiltrated the Dreaming Salon to find her missing sister. She had already prepared herself to be ruthlessly focusing on achieving her goals…
But when she saw those suffering girls, she couldn’t help but be moved and subconsciously take action.
Perhaps, it was also a kind of guilt.
Although she had found out that her father ten years ago had been controlled, the fact that thousands of girls died at the hands of her own family was true.
She was very distressed. Extremely distressed.
For seven years, she had thought about exposing everything about the Dreaming Salon more than once, but she knew she couldn’t do it.
Sisters share a bond, and she knew that her only relative in this world, her sister who had protected her in a crisis ten years ago, was still likely under the control of the Blood Demon Cult.
She knew her sister must have been contaminated, and if she reported everything here to the higher-ups of the church, her sister would probably also be purified…
Not to mention, she didn’t know who else to trust.
Even the Bishop had colluded with Count Tulip.
Higher-ups of the church, were they worthy of trust?
Lottie didn’t know.
Over the past seven years, she had seen too many nobles being dragged down by Count Tulip. She had seen too many people who were virtuous and noble in public but dirty and cruel in private.
She had also seen more than once servants who couldn’t stand the Dreaming Salon choose to report to the church or the Duke’s House, but… all those informants ended up in a miserable state.
Information sent to the church ultimately ended up in Count Tulip’s hands. Information sent to the Duke’s House couldn’t even make it to the Duke’s desk. Year after year, the Dreaming Salon still existed.
Lottie knew that her power was too weak. She couldn’t change the situation at all. She could only try to save as many girls as possible, she could only try to investigate her sister’s whereabouts as quickly as possible…
But now, it seemed that it might all come to an end.
“Was it my report to the Rose Society that was discovered by the Count?”
Lottie couldn’t help but think.
But the next moment, a hoarse and elderly chuckle suddenly sounded outside the cell.
“Discovered? No, you should thank your sister, because of her secret help, Count Tulip has never discovered your little tricks, and furthermore… in fact, the number of girls you saved is not as many as you think. After all, many times, the girls you saved did not exist at all. It’s just your self-deception.”
Lottie was stunned and looked towards the darkness outside the cell, only to see a figure shrouded in darkness slowly appearing.
It was the High Priest of the Blood Demon Cult!
“Yes, it’s me, Lady Lottie, or should I say… Lady Brois.”
The High Priest smiled faintly.
Lotti was horrified.
“You… can you hear what I’m thinking?!”
However, the Blood Demon Cult’s High Priest did not directly answer her question.
The High Priest merely entered the cell, and looked down at her from above, and in his lofty gaze, there was mockery and pity.
“Lady Brois, have you ever felt that you have always been acting according to your own will?”
“To investigate the truth of ten years ago, you approached Count Tulip, to investigate the life and death of your sister, you infiltrated the Dreaming Salon…”
“Hehe, then… have you ever thought that you have actually been a puppet on a string all along?”
Listening to the words of the High Priest, Lottie widened her eyes.
Then, as if suddenly realizing something, her face turned slightly pale.
“Domination spell!”
“You… you used bloodborne magic’s domination spell on me!”
Domination spell.
One of the innate spell of the bloodborne. It can control others’ thoughts and modify their memories.
This time, it was the turn of the High Priest to be surprised.
“Oh? It seems that what you have investigated over the years is more than I imagined…”
“Yes, I did use domination spell on you, a long time ago.”
The High Priest chuckled.
“Hehe, Lady Brois, in a sense, you and your sister should both call me a benefactor. After all… if it weren’t for me, both of you would have died ten years ago.”
“Sister? Is my sister still alive?!”
Lottie subconsciously stood up.
“Of course she’s alive. What, do you want to go see her?”
The High Priest smiled.
