Chapter 103: The Depraved High Priest

"Children, you've been saved.""It's still not safe outside. I'm sorry to inconvenience you to stay here for a while longer."

"..."

"Children, I have some unfortunate news. The church has judged you as objects that need to be purified. You can't go back..."

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

"You want to meet your family? I'm sorry, that's not possible."

"Let me help you check your bodies, and purify the impurities."

"..."

"Listen! Why aren't you listening?"

"Do you want to be purified by the holy light?! Do you want to bring trouble to your family?!"

"Be obedient... Yes, that's right... Be obedient..."

"Mmm... That's good... I like obedient children."

"Come, my darlings, let me teach you some new knowledge today..."

"..."

"Ah, my dear, why did you grow up so fast?"

"So fast... It's already disappointing me."

"..."

"Who? Who leaked the information?!"

"Do you think you can escape from my grasp like this?!"

"Do you even know who he is? Do you know who's behind him?!"

"Foolish! You're all foolish!"

"You will be punished tonight!"

"Cry louder! Scream louder!"

"..."

"Hmph, Anthony, don't think you can threaten me like this!"

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

"What should you do? Of course, help me deal with them."

"I'm already tired of them."

"I need new darlings."

...

"My dear, goodbye..."

"Thank you for accompanying me these years."

...

The scene finally fades into darkness.

As Charlotte exits the fragments of memory, a chill rushes through her heart.

"So... not all the girls from the disaster of the Flame Demon ten years ago perished."

"Some of them survived, but they were taken away by the High Priest."

"He's truly a pervert, someone who enjoys young and innocent girls!"

"He kept them captive, then was caught by Anthony, the Count of Tulip..."

"They still haven't escaped the fate of being sacrificed, but... their fate is even more tragic than the girls sacrificed before the Flame Demon Disaster!"

Charlotte calms her emotions and looks towards the remaining fragments of memory.

There aren't many fragments left, maybe a few hundred.

However, their light is deeper, colder, and their aura more desperate.

Charlotte hesitates for a moment, then continues to look.

Soon, she once again sees the figure of the High Priest in the memories.

No.

It should be said, the figure of the High Priest appears in every subsequent memory.

The sacred and righteous priest among the citizens of Borde, in these memory fragments, is like a demon in hell!

He brought not hope or light to the girls, but despair and darkness and dragged them into the abyss!

These last few hundred memory fragments represent the hundreds of poor girls harmed by the High Priest, then discarded to the Dreaming Salon for processing once again!

As she views each memory fragment, Charlotte's anger grows.

Even though she's lived two lives, witnessing some of the decadent and cruel methods and behaviors in these memories surpasses her moral limits, eliciting strong discomfort and indignation.

Deep within her consciousness, the Gospel of Blood trembles slightly with her changing emotions, as if responding to its master's will, spreading a terrifying spiritual fluctuation that shakes the entire dream world to its core...

Charlotte quickly realizes her loss of composure and hastily calms her emotions, stabilizing this strange memory space.

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She lifts her head, looking ahead in the corridor.

There are no more memory fragments on either side. She has reached the end of the dream world.

However, at the end of the path, there's one final, darkest memory fragment, floating silently in the air, emanating a chilling glow.

Charlotte approaches the fragment.

For the last time, she reaches out her hand.

Touching the dark fragment, immense memories flood into her consciousness once again.

It's an image formed by thousands of overlapping memory fragments...

She sees within the dark cave, hundreds of cultists clad in black robes, raising the Eye of the Demon and the Dark Cross in reverence toward the altar built of bones.

She saw blood dripping from the cave ceiling, flowing slowly into the blood pool, shimmering with crimson light, and ultimately being absorbed by the coffin on the central altar...

She heard countless fervent voices chanting together in prayer.

"O Master of the Abyss and the Mortal Realm,"

"The incarnation of corruption and decay,"

"The savior of the bloodborne progeny..."

"Bloodborne Archduke—Abaddon!"

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

"Darkness shapes the sacred body,"

"Despair condenses the sacred soul!"

"May your will walk upon the earth... as in the Abyss!"

...

The fervent prayers echo incessantly.

Charlotte sees the deepening radiance spreading, the black mist enveloping...

In the haze, she seems to glimpse a majestic figure casting its gaze within the memory fragments.

She feels ancient, world-weary eyes settling on the cultists, but in the next moment, the mist subtly shifts. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ N0vᴇlFire(.)nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.

She seems to see a pair of crimson, profound eyes turning, piercing through countless dimensions, gazing directly at her.

Those are eyes that can hardly be described in words.

Crimson, darkness. Like two abyssal black holes.

Faintly, Charlotte seems to hear a stern and icy voice.

"Who?"

The voice reverberates in Charlotte's mind like thunder, echoing with resounding reverberations.

In an instant, the dream world shatters, and Charlotte is abruptly returned to reality.

Her mind spins, the echoes of countless roars trembling within her consciousness, causing her to stagger.

It's only when the cool divine power of blood from the Gospel of Blood gently flickers, brushing across her consciousness, that she manages to regain her composure.

"Mistress, are you... alright?"

Sebastian's concerned voice quickly reaches her.

"I'm fine."

Charlotte takes a deep breath after responding.

Raising her head again, the girl looks towards the bones in the cave, then her gaze falls upon the coffin emitting a palpable sense of dread.

Charlotte's expression is unusually solemn.

She probably... already knows what ceremony is being held here.

"This isn't a summoning ritual of the Flame Demon."

Charlotte shakes her head.

"Not a summoning ritual of the Flame Demon?"

Sebastian's gaze flickers slightly.

"That's right."

Charlotte nods slightly, her gaze solemnly fixed on the altar in the center of the blood pool.

"This is..."

"A ritual to call upon the Gods!"

As soon as she finishes speaking, Charlotte momentarily freezes.

Because at the moment she utters those words, a clear and melodious voice simultaneously speaks what she wants to say.

Charlotte quickly turns around.

At the entrance of the cave stands a girl in a white dress.

Her figure is ethereal, and she lifts the hem of her dress, performing a standard noble gesture towards Charlotte.

"Hello... great and mysterious being..."

"I am Marie de Brois."

With a hint of hesitation, she can't help but look at Charlotte, her ethereal face tinged with a trace of anxiety.

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