"Master, are we really not going to kill him?"
After tying up Count Tulip and handing him over to the blood servant, Sebastian followed Charlotte and asked respectfully.
"Kill him? He has committed so many sins. It would be too easy for him to just kill him."
Charlotte shook her head.
"So... what are you going to do?"
"Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor. As the mastermind behind the Zuimeng Salon, he should receive the due punishment..."
The girl said meaningfully.
As she spoke, Charlotte looked at the cells on both sides of the corridor.
The cell was empty. The imprisoned girls had been sent away by the blood servants under her orders, including Castel's maids.
They have been rescued, and by now... they should have left the manor.
Perhaps someone has already contacted the city guards
Of course, even if I contacted them, it would probably be useless.
Because this is the Drunken Dream Salon.
Even the city guards probably wouldn't dare to offend so many nobles.
Thinking of this, Charlotte sighed softly.
The nobles are the maintainers of order in Miria.
But the nobles are also destroyers.
With power comes more than just responsibility.
It is also accompanied by decay and depravity.
The light is still there.
But where the light does not shine, there will be darkness.
The corridor was very quiet.
The controlled blood servants stood on both sides, their bodies stiff and their postures submissive.
Whenever Charlotte passed by, they would lean over and not dare to look directly at her.
A faint noise came from the surface; it was the Drunken Dream Salon that was still going on.
Charlotte, with her keen senses, could even hear the nobles' laughter as they toasted each other.
Passing through the long corridor, the girl returned to the cave where the sacrificial ceremony took place.
In the deep and cold cave, countless bones are piled up like a mountain, and it seems that one can hear the crying and wailing of the girls who were killed in despair and pain.
Charlotte, who had once viewed the memories of these residual souls, could truly understand their pain and feel their despair and resentment.
That kind of resentment and obsession made their remaining souls unwilling to leave.
Even after so many years, even after going through repeated sacrificial ceremonies, it still lingers here.
Not only did it not dissipate.
Instead, they gathered more and more.
"This farce... must end."
Charlotte sighed softly.
After hearing what the girl said, Sebastian narrowed his eyes.
He rolled up his sleeves, looking eager to try:
"Master...are we going to destroy this place?"
"No, not us."
Charlotte shook her head slightly.
Her eyes fell on the countless white bones and she said softly:
"It's them."
Sebastian's heart moved slightly:
"Master... what do you want?"
"I want to wake them up."
"I want to bring them back to the world and personally put an end to this evil that has brought them despair..."
Charlotte said.
Sebastian paused for a moment:
"Master, with so many dead souls... I'm afraid they will attract the Duke's Palace and the Church."
Charlotte chuckled:
"Wouldn't that be better?"
"Let the world see the evil here with their own eyes. Let the Duke's Mansion and the Church also see the hatred of those girls!"
"Don't try to hide anything here!"
"But... you might also expose your identity..."
Sebastian couldn't help but say.
Charlotte chuckled:
"Then we'll have to see if the Duke and the High Priest, who didn't fight in person during the Fire Demon Disaster, have the courage to come here in person and look directly at an evil god."
As she spoke, Charlotte took a step forward and came to the front of Bone Mountain.
She gently closed her eyes and communicated with the divine power of blood stored in the Holy Book of Blood.
A huge divine power was drawn by her, and an ancient aura rose from the girl.
Sebastian only felt a vast and majestic aura spreading out from the girl, which made him want to worship her.
He stared with wide eyes, looking at the girl in front of him with enthusiasm and excitement, and felt that her petite figure, at this moment, seemed like a giant emitting crimson light.
Charlotte closed her eyes gently.
With the blessing of the divine power of blood, the time for the True Ancestor to be liberated was further shortened, but she felt that her five senses were stronger than ever before, and the magic power of her physical energy was boiling instantly.
Although she had not fully activated the True Ancestor's Liberation, her current spiritual perception could easily cover every piece of land in the entire manor.
She could feel the wandering spirits, she could hear their cries, she could see their resentment towards the nobles who were still enjoying themselves in the Drunken Salon...
She also had a feeling that she could communicate with them.
Recalling the revival of the undead inherited through her bloodline talent, Charlotte's magic power quietly began to operate.
Under the resonance of divine power, her magic power seemed to carry an incredible force, which quickly spread and diffused throughout the entire cave.
Charlotte gently stretched out her hands and raised them slightly.
She opened her eyes, her scarlet-gold pupils glowed with crimson light, and a childish and majestic voice rang out:
"Wake up, sleeping dead!"
Divine power exploded, sweeping away everything in an instant.
The next moment, the countless white bones suddenly began to tremble!
The cold wind howled in the cave, and a strong sense of resentment erupted like a tide.
Sharp howls and cries echoed throughout the cave, and twisted black shadows struggled to crawl out of the mountain of bones.
No, that's not a shadow.
Those were a series of hideous residual souls!
Dense red lights lit up in the darkness, like pairs of eyes burning with flames, making Sebastian's scalp tingle.
No…
Those are the eyes.
Those are the eyes of the dead!
Those eyes burned with despair, pain, and the endless anger and resentment of the dead!
And through the black shadows, Sebastian seemed to see a group of illusory girls.
Their clothes were torn and their bodies were covered with wounds. Their pale skin and bulging eyes were extremely creepy, and their expressions were twisted and full of resentment.
Wraith...
These are a group of vengeful spirits awakened by the resurrection of the undead!
Feeling the nearly endless resentment and countless auras, even Sebastian, a transcendent at the peak of the Silver Moon level, couldn't help but tremble with fear.
Lady of the Night is here!
How many dead people has she awakened? !
Charlotte looked at the vengeful spirits she had summoned, and her majestic and childish voice resounded throughout the cave:
"Go, the time for revenge has come..."
"Go find your enemies! Go put an end to all this!"
After hearing her words, the scarlet eyes of the vengeful spirits suddenly bloomed with scarlet light.
They all raised their heads and looked upwards.
Faintly, the intoxicating music of the Drunken Salon seemed to still be floating in the air.
And the faint music completely ignited the anger of the dead.
They all screamed and howled in anger, with unprecedented terrifying resentment bursting out of their bodies. They turned into twisted shadows and rushed towards the hall above the cave!