In the small space, Eleanor huddled into a ball, hugging her legs tightly with her hands, and her bruised body trembled under her thin clothes.
Her eyes were lifeless and she didn't even dare to look at others.
If Charlotte had not met the Duchess of Bolde, who was her niece by blood, at the Duke of Yuehu's banquet, it would have been difficult for her to connect the trembling, pitiful and helpless woman in front of her with the dazzling lady at the banquet.
The scars on the victim's body were not left overnight, and they directly pointed out the identity of the perpetrator.
As a high and mighty duke and the wife of a member of the royal family, who else except her husband, Prince Philip, has the ability and courage to do such a thing
The nobles present were not fools and they quickly figured out the reason behind it. Their expressions changed slightly at once.
Charlotte's expression was equally unhappy. She snorted coldly and cursed:
"What a scumbag!"
No one denied Charlotte's judgment.
Everyone looked at Eleanor with only solemnity, anger and pity.
Charlotte took a deep breath and sighed slightly.
"Lady Eleanor, Lady Eleanor?"
She tried calling out a few times.
Eleanor was slightly startled by her words, but she did not respond, instead she shrank deeper into the corner.
Looking at the other person's dull eyes, Charlotte frowned:
"she… "
"Her mind must have been greatly stimulated. There are still traces of mental magic left on her soul. It seems that she was once cast into a state of enslavement, but... it probably didn't succeed completely."
"If I'm not mistaken, it should be mental control."
said the Earl of Eustace.
Ryan Castell Tong Kong slightly shocked:
"Mind control?! Blood...blood demon?!"
Lord Eustace glanced at him and nodded:
"Yes, it is indeed the blood descendants' mental control, and it should be the work of the Blood Demon Cult."
"However, the caster was not a blood descendant, and the mental control was not completely successful, but it has already profoundly affected her soul..."
"Mind control... not blood descendants... so... the Third Prince really has some dealings with the Blood Demon Cult?!"
The old viscount's eyes widened.
Yust sneered and said:
"This is not surprising. From what I know, there are quite a few fools among the Crescent Nobles who secretly have dealings with the Blood Demon Cult. These naive people always think that those fallen Blood Demons are as law-abiding as other vampires. However, they do not know that even the vampires are divided into different factions and adhere to different creeds."
After listening to Yust's words, Viscount Leon-Castell and Vincent were thoughtful.
Charlotte pondered for a moment, then stepped forward and came to Eleanor's side.
"Lady Eleanor?"
She called out again.
Eleanor still didn't answer and continued to hide inside.
Charlotte sighed inwardly, stretched out her hands and held Eleanor's cheeks, then half-knelt down, slightly adjusted her magic power, activated the Charming Words, and said in a softer tone:
"Eleanor, look up at me, I'm Charlotte."
Eleanor shuddered slightly after hearing her words, then slowly raised her head.
The two looked at each other, and Charlotte's eyes quickly turned red, and the power of spiritual soothing was slowly activated:
"Don't be afraid, Eleanor. The scum who abused you is no longer here."
Magical power like water flowed through Charlotte's hands into the Duchess' body, and the gentle spiritual power repaired her injured soul.
This time, Eleanor finally responded.
Her lifeless eyes gradually regained focus, reflecting the beautiful appearance of the girl.
"Charlotte...?"
Eleanor spoke timidly.
Tong Kongzhong's spirit became more and more bright, and his pale face gradually regained its vitality:
"Charlotte!"
Eleanor cried out tremblingly, then buried herself in the girl's arms and began to cry.
…
After using magic to soothe Eleanor's soul, Charlotte called a maid to take her to rest.
The poor duchess's physical and mental scars will not heal in a day, and she will probably need to recuperate for some time.
After coming out of the tent, Viscount Ryan Castel and Vincent both looked unhappy.
"Although my father has told me many times that the Third Prince has a cruel temperament and is not a wise ruler in the future, I never thought that he would even treat his own wife like this..."
"There are actually nobles in the kingdom who support such a person. I really don't know what they are thinking!"
Thinking back to what he had just seen, Vincent couldn't help but speak.
Viscount Ryan Castel glanced at him and shook his head:
"It's no secret that the Third Prince has a violent temper, but it's also well known that he has a reckless personality."
"He is not the first heir to the throne, his foundation is far inferior to that of the second prince, and his scheming is not that deep. Perhaps in the eyes of some nobles, supporting a prince like this will be more conducive to their control."
"What a stupid idea!"
Vincent cursed.
The old viscount sighed slightly but did not deny it.
He was also angry about the third prince's actions that crossed the moral and aristocratic bottom line.
The two did not continue discussing the matter of the third prince.
Some things can be done, but some things cannot be done, and the behavior of the third prince has clearly crossed the bottom line of the nobility.
They knew that once today's events became known, the Third Prince would probably be completely finished.
…
Eleanor's incident dampened Charlotte's joy at her victory. Although she was not close to her "niece", she could empathize with her and her mood would always be affected when she saw what she was going through.
However, after settling the other party, Charlotte quickly adjusted.
Although the battle was won and the outcome of the Bold-Castell War was already determined, there were still many things to worry about, to be concluded, and to be negotiated.
It can be predicted that the upper echelons of the Crescent Kingdom will probably face a major earthquake in the future.
After finishing the follow-up matters on the battlefield, Charlotte finally made time to talk to Yust alone.
This time, she came not only as Count Castel, but also as the "True Ancestor Messenger".
"Praise the great Bloodline Ancestor! Lord Earl, I wonder if the True Ancestor is satisfied with our support this time?"
In the reception room of the Earl's Mansion, Earl of Ulster, who had changed into aristocratic attire again, smiled and elegantly drew a thorn rose symbol on his chest, and asked expectantly.
His movements were quite standard, and it was obvious that he had practiced them countless times in advance. He was even more skilled than Charlotte herself.