After handing Earl Tulip's five-flowered bundle to the blood servant, Sebastian followed Charlotte and asked respectfully.
"Kill him? He has caused so many evils. It would be too easy for him to simply kill him."
Charlotte shook her head.
"Then...how do you plan to deal with it?"
"Every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner. As the mastermind behind Zuimeng Salon, he should receive the punishment he deserves..."
The girl said meaningfully.
As she spoke, Charlotte looked at the cells on both sides of the corridor.
There was no one in the cell, and the imprisoned girls had been sent away by the blood servants under her order, including Castel's maids.
They have been rescued, and as of now... they should all have left the manor.
Perhaps, someone has already contacted the City Guard?
Of course, even if I try to contact him, it might be of no use.
Because this is the Drunken Dream Salon.
Even the city guards would not dare to offend so many nobles.
Thinking of this, Charlotte sighed softly.
Nobles are the defenders of order in Miria.
But nobles are also destroyers.
With power comes more than just responsibility.
It was also accompanied by decay and depravity.
The light is still there though.
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 down and not dare to look directly at her.
Faint noises came from the surface, it was the Drunken Dream Salon that was still going on.
Charlotte, with her keen senses, could even hear the laughter of the nobles.
After passing through the long corridor, the girl returned to the cave where the sacrifice ceremony was held.
In the deep and cold cave, countless bones piled up like mountains, it seemed that one could hear the cries and wailings of the girls who were killed in despair and pain.
Charlotte, who has viewed the memories of these remnant souls, can truly understand their pain and feel their despair and resentment.
That kind of resentment, that kind of obsession, makes their remaining souls unwilling to leave.
Even after so many years, even after undergoing sacrificial rituals again and again, it still lingers here.
Not only did it not dissipate.
On the contrary, the more they gather, the more they gather.
"This farce...it's time to end."
Charlotte sighed softly.
After hearing what the girl said, Sebastian narrowed his eyes.
He smoothed his sleeves and looked 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 bones and she whispered:
"It's them."
Sebastian's heart moved slightly:
"Master... do you want it?"
"I'm going to wake them up."
"I want them to reappear in the world and personally end this evil that has brought them despair..."
Charlotte said.
Sebastian condensed slightly:
"Master, 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 Palace and the church see the resentment of those girls!"
"Don't even try to hide anything here!"
"But...you may also reveal your identity..."
Sebastian couldn't help but said.
Charlotte chuckled:
"Then we have to see if the Duke and the High Priest, who did not personally fight during the Fire Demon Calamity, have the guts to come in person and look directly at an evil god."
With that said, Charlotte took a step forward and came to the front of Bone Mountain.
She closed her eyes gently and connected with the divine power of blood stored in the Blood Scripture.
The huge divine power was drawn by her, and an ancient aura rose from the girl's body.
Sebastian felt a vast and majestic aura spreading around the girl, giving him the urge to worship her.
He widened his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him with enthusiasm and excitement. He felt that her petite figure was like a giant emitting crimson light at this moment.
Charlotte closed her eyes gently.
With the blessing of the divine power of blood, the time for the true ancestor's liberation was further shortened, but she felt that her five senses were stronger than ever before, and the magic power of her body boiled instantly.
Although the True Ancestor Liberation has not been fully activated, her current spiritual sense can easily cover every piece of land in the entire manor.
She could feel the wandering undead, she could hear their cries, and she could see their resentment towards the nobles who were still enjoying themselves in the Drunken Dream Salon...
She also had a feeling that she could communicate with them.
Recalling the resurrection of the undead inherited from the bloodline talent, Charlotte's magic power quietly circulated.
Under the resonance of the divine power, her magic power seemed to have an incredible power, and it quickly spread to the entire cave.
Charlotte gently stretched out her hands and raised them slightly.
She opened her eyes, her red-gold eyes bloomed with crimson brilliance, and a young and majestic voice sounded:
"Awake, sleeping dead!"
Divine power exploded, sweeping everything in an instant.
The next moment, the countless white bones suddenly began to tremble!
The dark wind howled in the cave, and strong resentment erupted like a tide.
Sharp howls and painful cries echoed through the cave, and twisted black shadows struggled to climb out of the bone mountain.
No, that's not a shadow.
Those are the ferocious remnant souls!
Dense red lights lit up in the darkness, like a pair of eyes burning with flames, which made Sebastian's scalp tingle.
No……
That's the eyes.
Those are the eyes of the dead!
Those eyes were burning with despair, burning with pain, burning with the endless anger and resentment of the dead!
And through the dark shadows, Sebas seemed to see girls with illusory figures.
Their clothes were in tatters, their bodies were covered with bruises, their pale skin and bulging eyes were extremely penetrating, and their expressions were twisted and resentful.
Wraith spirits...
This is a group of resentful spirits awakened by the resurrection of the undead!
Feeling the almost endless resentment and countless auras, even Sebastian, a transcendent at the peak of Silver Moon, couldn't help but feel terrified.
The lady of the night is here!
How many dead people has the old man awakened?!
Charlotte looked at the resentful spirits summoned by herself, and her majestic and childish voice echoed through the cave:
"Go, it's time for revenge..."
"Go find your enemy! Go and put an end to all of this!"
After listening to her words, the scarlet eyes of the resentful spirits suddenly bloomed with scarlet brilliance.
They all raised their heads and looked above.
Faintly, the drunken music of the Drunken Dream Salon seemed to still be floating.
And the faint music completely ignited the anger of the dead.
I saw them screaming and howling angrily, and unprecedented terrifying resentment erupted from their bodies, turning into twisted shadows and rushing towards the hall above the cave!