Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel
Chapter 127: -115- Lotti and the High Priest

Chapter 127: -115- Lotti and the High Priest

Charlotte never intended to let the Great Priest off the hook.

But she also had no intention of taking direct action.

The death of a Great Knight was already significant enough; if a Great Priest were to die as well, that would almost certainly signal to the Holy Royal Court that there was a major problem in Bold.

By then, the Investigation Priest sent by the Holy Royal Court would undoubtedly be of legendary status.

She needed not only to neutralize the potential threat but also to prevent herself from falling into even greater danger.

"Master, what shall we do next?"

Sebastian asked respectfully.

"Of course... we strike at the heart," the girl said calmly.

In the night’s darkness, Charlotte stood on the eaves of a bell tower in the Outer City District, her gaze fixed on the darkest district of Bold.

Her crimson-gold pupils still shimmered with luster, and her silver hair swayed with the night’s breeze.

...

Lotti slowly awoke from the darkness.

She found herself in a dimly lit dungeon, her Holy Power completely sealed.

The Drunk Dream Saloon?

That was Lotti’s first thought.

But she quickly dismissed the idea.

As a Clergy member who had followed Tulip Count for seven years, she knew that filthy, Fallen place all too well.

This cell seemed more dilapidated and ancient, and there was a faint but unmistakable sense of familiarity, yet it was definitely not the underground prison of the Drunk Dream Saloon.

And when she saw the Blood Demon Cultist standing guard at the door of the cell, although she had had her suspicions, her heart still sank slightly:

After all... had she been discovered?

Lotti was not surprised by her imprisonment.

No, rather, when she had secretly saved those girls targeted by the Drunk Dream Saloon time and again, when she had immediately informed the branch of the Rose Association in the western district after reporting on them, she was already prepared to be imprisoned by an enraged Tulip Count.

In fact, she was surprised that for so many years, having sabotaged the salon’s affairs, she had not been discovered already.

It was as if someone had been secretly protecting her, not only sparing her from suspicion but also increasingly gaining trust.

Sometimes, Lotti felt quite foolish.

She knew she had approached Tulip Count undercover to investigate the truth behind the Flame Demon Disaster ten years ago, she knew she was looking to find and save her sister whose fate was uncertain, she knew she had to be hard-hearted for the purpose at hand...

But when she saw those suffering girls, she still couldn’t help but be moved, instinctively acting in secret to aid them.

Perhaps this was also a type of guilt.

Although she had established that her father was controlled ten years ago, the fact that thousands of girls died at the hands of her own family was undeniable.

She was in agony.

Profound agony.

During seven years of subterfuge, she had wanted more than once to expose everything about the Drunk Dream Saloon, but she knew she couldn’t.

Sisters are connected at the heart, and she knew that her only relative in this world, the sister who had protected her at a critical moment ten years ago, was likely still under the control of the Blood Demon Church.

She knew that her sister must have been Polluted; if she reported everything here to the higher echelons of the Church, her sister might also face Purification...

Not to mention that she didn’t know whom she could trust anymore.

Even the Great Priest was in collusion with Tulip Count.

Could the higher echelons of the Church be trusted?

Lotti did not know.

Over the past seven years, she had seen too many Nobles dragged down by Tulip Count.

She had seen too many so-called virtuous and noble people who were secretly so filthy and brutal.

She had also seen, more than once, servants who couldn’t bear the Drunk Dream Saloon attempt to report to the Church, to the Duke Mansion, but... all those who reported ended up with a tragic fate.

The messages sent to the Church eventually made their way back to Tulip Count.

Messages sent to the Duke Mansion couldn’t even reach the Duke’s desk.

Year after year passed, and the Drunk Dream Saloon still existed.

Lotti knew that her power was too weak.

She couldn’t change the situation.

She could only save as many girls as possible, she could only investigation as fast as possible to find out her sister’s whereabouts...

But now it seemed that this might also come to an end.

"Was it my messages to the Rose Association that the Earl discovered..." Lotti couldn’t help thinking.

However, the next moment, an ancient and hoarse laugh suddenly rang out from outside the jail cell:

"Discovered? No, you should thank your sister, Charlotte, for her secret help. The Tulip Count never discovered your little actions. Moreover... in fact, the number of girls you rescued was not as many as you imagined. After all, many times the people you saved didn’t even exist, they were just self-deceptive memories."

Lotti froze, looking toward the outside of the jail cell, only to see a hunched figure shrouded in darkness slowly emerging.

That was the High Priest of the Blood Demon Church!

"Yes, it’s me, Miss Lotti, no, or should I say... Countess Broey," the High Priest said with a slight smile.

Lotti was instantly horrified:

"You can hear my thoughts?!"

However, the Blood Demon High Priest did not directly answer her question.

The High Priest just entered the jail cell and looked down at her from above, a look of mockery and pity in his superior gaze:

"Countess Broey, have you always felt that you have been acting according to your own will?"

"To investigation the truth of ten years ago, you approached the Tulip Count, to investigation the life and death of your sister, you infiltrated the Drunk Dream Saloon..."

"Hehe, so... have you ever thought that you have always been a puppet on strings?"

Hearing the High Priest’s words, Lotti’s eyes widened:

"What... what do you mean?"

The High Priest laughed:

"Literally."

"Countess Broey..."

"Have you never doubted how you could survive ten years ago?"

"Have you never found it unnatural that you subconsciously chose the Tulip Count as a suspect and approached him in secret?"

Hearing the High Priest’s words, Lotti was stunned.

And then, as if suddenly realizing something, her complexion turned slightly pale:

"Domination Technique!"

"You... you’ve used the Blood Demon’s Domination Technique on me!"

Domination Technique.

One of the Bloodline’s talent magic.

Able to dominate another’s thoughts, alter someone’s memories.

This time, the High Priest was surprised:

"Hm? It seems that your investigation over the years has uncovered more than I imagined..."

"Indeed, I have used the Domination Technique on you; it began a very long time ago."

"Hehe, Countess Broey, in a sense, you and your sister should both call me a benefactor. After all... if it weren’t for me, the two of you would have died ten years ago."

"My sister? Charlotte is still alive?!"

Lotti stood up subconsciously.

"Of course she’s still alive. What, would you like to see her?"

The High Priest said with a laugh.

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