Prisis was silent, unable to understand why Miss Leah seemed so confident.

Confused, she turned to Bishop Michaela next to her for help, but found that the bishop didn't seem to notice what was going on on their side.

Even with the arrival of Archduke Barlow, Bishop Michaela remained calm.

His hands were elegantly placed on his lower abdomen, and his face, which was softly concealed by a light black veil, revealed a hint of love.

Her shadow was elongated by the flickering candles in the church, and the sacred aura emanating from her surroundings seemed to be completely oblivious to the disturbances of the world.

Could it be that their trust in Mr. Mage is really so strong?

Then should she also trust him.

Prisis was filled with doubts, and she tried to turn her head to find answers.

When her gaze fell on Victor again, she found that there was not the slightest sorrow on his countenance.

On the contrary, it reveals a kind of relaxation in the palm of your hand:

"In other words, whether or not Priss's blood identity is revealed, as long as the residents continue to support her, that's enough, right?"

Grand Duke Barlow nodded affirmatively.

"That's going to be easy."

Victor said this, and then clapped his hands slightly.

Crisp applause echoed through the emptiness of the church.

It was as if there was a kind of magic that caused the sound to swirl and spread through the towering building, far away.

The vibrating sound waves swept across the entire church, sweeping through countless shades of color.

Immediately afterward, a chaotic sound of footsteps suddenly approached the entire church, mixed with small whispers of resentment.

What followed was the intrusion of dozens of residents of Shulburn.

Their arrival instantly crowded the otherwise spacious gate.

"Who dares to do harm to our lord!"

"Only Master Prisis is worthy of being our lord, and we will not accept anyone else as lord of Shulbourne!"

"Even if Mistress Prisis is a Blood, she has never done us any harm!"

"We stand firm with Lord Prisis!"

A large crowd of residents rushed in, roaring with righteous indignation.

Their voices made the otherwise peaceful church boil over.

The aristocrats watched in amazement at the sudden scene.

Each other's bewildered glances confirmed that it had far exceeded their expectations.

No, what's going on?

How did these residents suddenly become Prisis loyalists!?

The nobles of the kingdom looked at each other, and for a moment, an atmosphere of surprise and coldness permeated the entire space.

They realized the seriousness of the matter.

If these residents all choose to support Priss, then they are deliberately spreading negative public opinion......

And how much effect can it have?

They originally wanted to use the fact that Prisis was a blood clan to cause panic among the residents.

Makes them think that the Bloodlines are necessarily aggressive towards humans.

They want the inhabitants of an environment threatened by the Bloods to organize themselves and exclude Prisis as their lord.

Even if this public opinion is finally discovered in the near future, the residents realize the kindness of Prisis.

By that time, it would have been too late.

Because Prisis had been kicked out by them a long time ago.

However, the current situation was completely unexpected by all the nobles.

How could the inhabitants realize the truth so quickly.

Although this is only the awakening of a small group of people in Shulben, but what about after that?

Now there are residents awakening, then!

There will only be more and more residents who will break free from these public opinions!

Because there's one thing that public opinion can never discredit – Prisis really never hurt anyone.

At the same time, unlike the indifference or panic of other nobles.

When she saw these residents suddenly appear and take the initiative to help her speak,

Prisis froze in place, confused.

What happened?

Obviously, before this, these residents were still pointing at her one by one in the farmland, calling her a vampire.

Now, instead of breaking into the church, they did not hesitate to defend her.

The contrast of this time suddenly made Prisis unable to say a word.

What happened between them for such a shift?

"I see."

Leah suddenly came to her senses and turned to look at Marquis Sancheel, who was also kneeling on one knee with his head bowed.

She was sure that Victor would take care of it all, but she didn't expect him to do it that way.

Grand Duke Barlow, it was the Marquis of Sanchel who deliberately called over.

Because in this controversy, the Great Guild of Barlow is first on their weaker side.

After all, it was the other nobles who were at fault first, and it was they who wanted to get rid of Prisis first.

And after the arrival of the Grand Duke of Barlow, everything was easy.

Because these nobles took advantage of xenophobia, they used the racial characteristics of the blood clan as a reason to expel Prisis.

Although this approach has been effective in the short term, as Archduke Barlow has pointed out.

But because the Grand Duke of Barlow came, the other nobles could not get any benefit from it.

He would definitely choose other lords to manage Shulben.

So, is there really no way for Prisis to win?

Of course not.

The arrival of the Grand Duke first pointed the way to victory for Prisis.

All he needs is an ability-

Even though Prissis is a Bloodline, she can gain the ability to be recognized by the inhabitants.

In other words, as long as there is a way to get the inhabitants to support Prisis, Archduke Barlow has a good reason to keep her in the territory.

Victor has done just that.

Although the residents who support her make up only a small fraction of Surburn.

But Victor had proven to everyone that they were capable of it.

Therefore, it was only a matter of time before other residents supported Prissith.

Although it is not clear exactly how Victor did it, it is clear that they are the victors at the moment.

Sure enough, Grand Duke Barlow nodded affirmatively:

"I announce that Prisis will officially succeed him as Lord of Shurben and succeed Laurion as a three-star count."

As his words fell, his staff slammed into the pestle.

Immediately after, the top of the church with golden light was covered by a dark and fluctuating Milky Way.

The Milky Way is splendid and gorgeous, deep and far-reaching.

Countless stars wander among them, like cheerful elves frolicking in the river.

In the amazed gaze of everyone, the mysterious nebula river sent out three shining stars.

They cut through the sky and circled twice over Prissis's head before landing firmly on her chest.

On her clothes, three bright stars immediately appeared.

Prissis looked down at the three-star medal that appeared on her chest, and her little head was full of big doubts.

This...... What's going on?

Originally, she was ready to use her own strength to fight against those nobles.

Unexpectedly, from the moment Victor appeared, the wind direction of the entire situation changed instantly.

She didn't do anything, so she ...... Just lie down and win?

Moreover, she officially inherited her biological father's title.

Does this mean......

"I ...... I'm like my father...... ...... by the Kingdom Admit it. ”

Prisis lowered her head and stared at the three stars in her chest.

Starlight was bright and gentle, like her father's gentle gaze.

At this moment, she felt that her vision was a little blurry, and the edges of her eyes were a little more moist.

"This is the star that your father once wore,"

Archduke Barlow said slowly,

"And now, they've found you."

Almost at the same time, the faces of the nobles who remained on one knee turned pale as paper in an instant.

Clearly, Prisis won.

And then they will be the ones who will be punished.

For a while, the nobles were covered in cold sweat, and the strong weakness made their limbs weak.

The tense muscle twitched and their bodies trembled involuntarily.

Breathing was rapid, and even the bright red heart deep in his chest was beating violently.

There is a shortage of talents in the kingdom, and lords like them will not be easily demoted unless they have done something heinous and sinful.

What's more, there are many nobles gathered in the field, and if they are all demoted, the number of counts in the kingdom may be reduced by half.

Moreover, Archduke Barlow would not punish them in this way.

Because of this, the punishment of the Grand Duke is even more fearful.

"And you, although the status of the lord continues to be retained, the punishment that deserves is not less."

Grand Duke Barlow slowly turned around, cane in hand, and his eyes calmly scanned the nobles who were kneeling on the ground, trembling all over.

He looked at them one by one bowing their heads and sweating profusely, and continued:

"Each family must pay a corresponding compensation and give it to Count Prisis."

"You know the exact amount."

These words made the originally trembling bodies of the nobles gradually calm down, and the huge pressure hanging in their hearts seemed to slowly dissipate.

Their eyes widened, and there was a look of disbelief in their eyes.

Looking at it like this, it seems that they only need to pay reparations?

After all, if it's just compensation, they will hurt at best,

However, as long as the family's property continues to generate income, the losses caused during this period will eventually be compensated.

But if it is punished by the Grand Duke of Barlow...... That could really make them have a psychological shadow for a lifetime.

However, their euphoria did not last long.

For immediately afterwards Archduke Barlow warned them:

"After that, I don't want to see the wanton expulsion of my lords like today."

As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed the cane in his hand to the ground.

Knock –

In an instant, as if a roaring bell was stirring, a strong sound wave echoed in this space of the church.

The green flames were enveloped in smoke, and countless ghosts and ghosts wandered away in an instant.

They dragged long green smoke, making the once sacred church suddenly silent.

A strong breath of death came to the face, and the cold and gloom penetrated everyone's bone marrow.

The dark green flames of the Western Zhou became more and more restless, gradually climbing to the body of the Grand Duke of Barlow, completely enveloping him.

In the light of the fire, his eyes became deeper and more eerie, and more majestic.

The shriveled skin was instantly revealed under the engulfment of the flames, and the pale bones were clearly exposed through the clothes.

Even the tip of the cane showed a terrifying countenance, and a dark green ghostly fire burned in its hollow.

A thick dark green smoke floated gently, and a ghostly door filled with a strong ghostly aura stood silently behind Archduke Barlow.

Silently exuding a cold air.

The roaring spirits swirled around them, causing the residents present to gather one after another.

Their eyes widened, and they shivered as they took a few steps back toward the edge of the space.

Astonishment occupied their faces, and only the dull gaze of the crowd spread out towards the Western Zhou.

Leah and Prisis were equally stunned by what they saw.

They covered their mouths, and the clear pupils in their eyes reflected the faint green mist and flowing ghostly fire, revealing a deep sense of surprise.

Bishop Michaela on the side faced the fog spreading at his feet, and reverently clasped his hands in a fist shape.

Bow your head in prayer, praying silently between your lips.

The most frightened were undoubtedly the nobles of the kingdom who were on one knee.

With the exception of the Marquis of Sanchel, the other counts involuntarily looked up.

As if drawn to it, his gaze locked on the huge, mysterious door behind Archduke Barlow.

In an instant, a strong sense of detachment filled their bodies.

Their bodies gradually become shriveled, like the old cocoons of newborn butterflies,

Wisps of dark green soul aura were stripped from their eyes and mouths, swirling upwards and converging.

As their souls withdrew, their eyes burned with a faint green flame.

One by one, they knelt on the ground, as if they were madly sacrificing themselves to a mysterious being.

At this moment, countless dark green souls converged into a swirling storm.

They roared fiercely and frantically, swirling around the body of Grand Duke Barlow.

Grand Duke Barlow's gaze pierced through all this, and a dark green fire bloomed in his eye socket.

With a chill that soaks into the bone marrow, revealing unquestionable determination and majesty:

"Therefore you will not escape the sin."