Huge memories flooded into her mind, and Charlotte's vision shattered.

No, shattering is not vision.

In reality, she has her eyes closed.

What is broken is actually her perception.

After a flash of light, Charlotte came to a magnificent world.

More precisely, a dream world.

She found herself standing in a long, floating hallway, surrounded by darkness, countless broken lenses floating on either side.

Each fragment exudes a faint halo, like a slideshow, playing one independent picture after another.

Some of them are bright, emitting a soft light, quiet and peaceful.

Some of them are bloody, their breath is cold, and just looking at them brings people strong discomfort.

Charlotte chose the one closest to her.

The next moment, her vision changed to see a cute little girl, giggling, sitting in a dilapidated room celebrating her birthday with her plainly dressed parents.

On the humble wooden table, the food was not abundant, just some simple brown bread, and a small piece of dry cheesecake that had been sitting for an unknown amount of time.

However, looking at the girl's innocent and bright smile, looking at the doting eyes and soft gaze of her father and mother, she can really feel the small and easily satisfying happiness of a family of three.

But the next moment, the picture was swallowed up by firelight.

In a terrible cry, the girl's parents fell in a pool of blood, and the black-robed Blood Demon Cultists grabbed the girl by the hair and roughly stuffed her into a cloth bag......

The picture continues to flicker, Charlotte sees the girl being imprisoned, sees the girl auctioned in the drunken dream salon, sees the daze and horror on the girl's face......

She saw the girl being violated, she saw the Blood Demon cultists hunt down the girl after the drunken dream salon, and she saw the girl slowly moving towards death in pain and fear.

Charlotte quickly withdrew from the fragments of her memory, the immersive despair and pain sending chills through her heart.

After a slight perceptual sensation, she realized that it had only taken her time to browse her memories for a split second.

Although she saw a lot of pictures, the huge amount of memory information actually poured into her consciousness in an instant.

After a moment's hesitation, Charlotte looked at the next memory fragment......

The field of vision shifts, and a new girl appears in the frame.

This is another girl's memory.

It's still the beauty of happiness.

However, bland happiness is soon consumed by blood and despair once again.

Charlotte saw the appearance of the Blood Demon Cultists again, saw them kidnap the maiden, and saw the desperate cry as they sacrificed the maiden and pushed them down the abyss of death......

Charlotte soon withdrew the memory fragment again.

Her heart grew heavier.

Looking at the countless fragments around her, she knew that each of these fragments represented the girl in distress.

The memories here are the deepest memories of their short lives.

Memories of happiness, memories of fear......

Painful memories, desperate memories......

Even in death, their memories are preserved as remnants.

Charlotte was a little afraid to look down.

The sense of despair that was immersive sent chills through her heart and made her soul tremble.

But she knew she had to watch it.

The secrets of the Blood Demon Order are likely to be hidden in these memory fragments.

She continued to look towards the next fragment......

One and another......

Charlotte didn't know how many memory fragments she had read.

She only knew that she had seen one happy family after another shattered, and she had seen one innocent girl after another devoured by despair......

She saw the evil and ferocity of the Blood Demon Order, and she saw the depravity and darkness of the nobility.

Looking, watching, she felt like she was going numb.

In her heart, only disgust and anger were left for the Blood Demon Order and the fallen nobles.

After looking at an unknown number of memories, Charlotte suddenly froze and stopped in front of one of the memory fragments.

In this memory fragment, she actually saw an acquaintance.

The chief captain of the Boulder Demon Hunt, Kara!

It's not Carla's memory fragment, though.

It's a little girl's.

The little girl was seven or eight points similar to Kara, and Kara in the memory fragment had no scars on her face.

Not only that, but Kara in the memory fragments is quite young.

She looked to be eighteen or nineteen years old at most.

It was a fond memory of a pair of sisters.

As a mercenary, the older sister brings the younger, cute younger sister.

They depend on each other and live happily, although they are not rich, but they are warm and happy.

The beginning of memory is still plain and beautiful.

But when the gangsters appeared, everything changed.

She saw the girl being taken captive and saw that Kara was seriously injured.

Seeing the hideous scars on the face of the female knight, she awakened her extraordinary power in despair, but could only watch her sister being taken away.

Well?

Scoundrel?

Wait a minute......

Not a Blood Demon Cultist?

Charlotte was stunned.

And the development of memory images in the following is even more different.

Charlotte didn't see the Drunken Dream Salon.

Instead, the firelight.

A monstrous fire.

She heard countless hazy voices praying, chanting.

She heard someone praising the abyss and darkness, hearing someone sing about depravity and decay.

She heard a frenzied voice, chanting the Bloody Demon Grand Duke's honorific name!

She saw the maiden in the cell and more girls hugging each other, looking out the window in fear at the tall figure that burned in the night......

Hideous goat's head, blazing flames, deafening roars!

It's a terrifying fire demon!

Charlotte had an instant realization.

This memory fragment, even more ancient, was ten years ago!

What she sees now is the picture of the Flame Demon Disaster ten years ago!

This little girl, who is suspected to be Carla's sister, was not snatched by the Drunken Dream Salon in the past few years, but was kidnapped by the Count of Broglie ten years ago!

After realizing this, doubts quickly welled up in Charlotte's heart......

Wait a minute.

If she remembered correctly, the Firefiend Ritual ten years ago originated with Count Broglie.

According to records, in the plague of fire demons, all the underage girls who were taken captive eventually died in the sacrifice.

As for the Drunken Dream Salon, it only gradually appeared after the Flame Demon Plague.

But this is the underside of the Drunken Dream Salon......

If Kara's sister had been taken away ten years earlier, how could a fragment of her memory end up here, in the ritual sacrifice site of the Drunken Dream Salon?

Wrong.

In her memory, the girl saw the Fire Demon.

This shows that she was not dead at that time.

Not only that, but none of the girls in the cell died.

So...... What happened next?

Charlotte's mind was full of doubts.

But soon, her doubts were answered.

With a roar of rage, the fire demon vanished into a brilliant glow.

After an unknown time, the dim cell was smashed open with a roar.

A blinding light descends, piercing the darkness of despair and bringing reassuring warmth.

A figure in a holy white robe appeared in the girl's field of vision.

It was an elderly priest.

His expression was tired.

When he saw the girls in the cell, he was slightly stunned.

And then he smiled kindly.

I saw him reach out and gently stroke the little head of the girl closest to him.

The old and gentle voice slowly sounded in the girl's ears:

"Child, you are saved."

His smile was kind, soft.

It's soft, even a little fake, and it makes people shudder.

The priest was none other than him.

It was none other than the highest priesthood of the Duchy of Boulder, the Grand Priest Linus.

It's too sleepy, and when it comes to how to go about the follow-up plot, I think a lot more, and this chapter is written much slower than I thought...... There is no third update tonight, and I will continue to add more tomorrow! _(:з」∠)_

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