Gospel of Blood

Chapter 34: Kneel Down!

"Demon of Castell! Die!"

A grim-faced servant brandished a dagger gleaming with cold light and thrust it towards Charlotte's chest.

This scene happened so unexpectedly that everyone was stunned.

"Master, be careful!"

Casimodo reacted the fastest. His face changed drastically as he threw himself forward, regardless of his own safety. However, he was too far from Charlotte.

The servant's eyes were bloodshot, veins bulging on his forehead, and his pupils filled with hatred. He lunged forward and instantly reached Charlotte's face.

He could see the almost imperceptible pores beneath the girl's delicate skin, the fine hairs on her fair and rosy cheeks. He could smell the faint scent emanating from her, like lavender, and feel the warm breath from her every inhalation. He could almost see his dagger piercing Charlotte's chest.

He seemed to see blood splattering, and Charlotte falling in terror and despair.

He laughed.

In that grimace, there was the pleasure of revenge and the frenzied madness.

But the next moment, his smile froze.

The dagger in his hand was less than three centimeters away from Charlotte's chest. However, these three centimeters became an insurmountable gap.

A slender arm gently lifted and stopped the dagger in his hand. The arm was so slender, so delicate, it seemed so fragile that it could be broken at any moment. But with such a slender arm, such a smooth and delicate palm, it firmly held the dagger in place.

It was Charlotte's hand. She only extended two fingers.

The servant's eyes widened instantly. Although it was only two fingers holding the weapon, he felt as if he had plunged into an unbreakable rock, unable to move it at all.

Unable to penetrate, unable to withdraw.

Moving his gaze away from the girl's gently undulating chest, his eyes slowly rose, and what he saw was a calm and beautiful face, and a pair of deep, insurmountable azure eyes.

No panic, no fear, no astonishment. Only calmness and maturity that did not match her youthful appearance.

"My dear Casimodo, your search seems rather inadequate, doesn't it?"

Charlotte chuckled lightly, her smile as brilliant and charming as a blooming flower, seemingly ignoring the assassin in front of her.

With a flick of her hand, the servant felt an irresistible force emanating from her palm. The dagger he tightly grasped tore through his hand, like a released arrow, flying out and embedding itself in the wooden door of the distant hall, swaying a few times before sticking firmly.

The servant was knocked to the ground by the residual force, stumbling, with only one terrified voice echoing in his mind.

Extraordinary! She's extraordinary! She's a noble with awakened bloodline power!

His expression changed rapidly, from astonishment to fear, anger... until it turned into madness regardless of everything.

He raised his head, his fierce gaze locked onto the standing girl, and after a hoarse roar, he attempted to charge at her again.

Seeing the approaching servant, Charlotte's beautiful blue eyes shimmered with light, and she instantly released an intimidating posture using her majesty magic.

Her gaze became cold and indifferent in an instant, a clear, ethereal, yet extremely majestic reprimand came out of her mouth.

"Kneel down!"

Boom! The servant that attempting another attack felt as if a thunderous roar shook his soul. The figure of the girl in front of him seemed to soar infinitely in an instant, as if she transformed into a towering king and an immortal God.

The majestic reprimand echoed in his mind, like carrying an irresistible force, instantly shattering his recently gathered courage and his fragile heart... Unprecedented fear and awe instantly filled his brain, and the servant's face turned extremely pale in an instant, as if experiencing a tremendous mental shock.

He stumbled, his legs almost uncontrollably losing strength, with a thud, he knelt down, and then directly lost his strength. He even lost the courage to stand up again...

Thud...

Thud...

Not far away, Casimodo and the other newcomers, who were still ordinary people and hadn't awakened yet, trembled, almost subconsciously kneeling down in a large group...

Even Nice, the black cat on the stairs, under the majestic reprimand that seemed to have surpassed common suppression magic, felt a tremor in his heart and involuntarily prostrated himself.

Wait! Why is this cat's body also kneeling?!

It quickly realized and climbed up, but seeing a large group of servants kneeling in the hall and the only standing girl, it inexplicably felt a pressure that couldn't be described in words and obediently kneeled back down with its tail tucked...

Charlotte's gaze swept slowly across the room, slightly frowning.

"Why are you all kneeling?"

"Get up!"

After a moment of hesitation, dozens of newcomers looked at Casimodo together.

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Casimodo stared straight at the girl, who, although still youthful in appearance, exuded the dignity and aura of a true noble family head, with an incredibly intense gaze. His expression changed from joy to sadness, from relief to guilt... But soon, the old servant regained his composure and tremblingly stood up.

The remaining servants followed suit, all standing up, and subconsciously moving away from the assassin.

"Why are you still standing there? Take down the assassin! If our great master gets injured! Can you bear the responsibility?!"

A hoarse and aggressive voice came over, and Nice, the black cat, bounced up and down, pointing excitedly at the assassin who was still trembling under the majesty magic. There was quite an atmosphere of bullying in his tone.

A talking cat?!

Some newcomers who had never encountered extraordinary beings were obviously frightened. Of course, no one listened to a cat's command, but they subconsciously looked at Charlotte and Casimodo.

This made Nice, who was excited, gradually feel a strange embarrassment and almost began to look for a corner to hide.

Charlotte glanced at it, suppressing the smile that was about to emerge, and then commanded Casimodo.

"Lock him up in the dungeon."

Casimodo respectfully bowed his head and rallied the remaining newcomers to arrest the assassin, who had completely lost his resistance.

Almost every noble estate had dungeons, and the Castel Manor was no exception. It was the darkest and most terrifying place in the family.

After a busy period, it was already night.

A weary Casimodo entered the study and knelt in front of Charlotte, who was sitting at the desk.

"Master... Casimodo is incompetent, I didn't even notice the assassin hidden among the servants..."

"I'll dismiss them all and re-select..."

Charlotte put down the parchment recording the Castell family's assets in Boulder City, rubbed her slightly swollen temples, and then tapped the table in front of her.

The black cat sitting on the table immediately understood and skillfully filled the empty cup with milk.

"Get up, you're not young anymore, and your knees aren't that good, stop kneeling all the time."

She gently sipped the milk, her beautiful face adorned with an innocent smile, completely different from the queen-like aura she exuded in the hall that afternoon.

Listening to the girl's concerned words, the old servant's face was filled with infinite gratitude, with tears flashing in the corners of his eyes.

"As you command, Master."

He respectfully bowed, his voice choked, and his entire body trembled.

"No need to dismiss them all, let Nice recheck later."

Charlotte added after taking a sip of milk.

She couldn't help but admit that the milk in this world was really delicious, rich and fragrant, and tasted wonderful.

Charlotte didn't know if it was because this body itself liked milk, or if she herself had developed a taste for it after transmigrated, but now she couldn't go a day without it.

Hearing the girl's words, Nice's ears stood up instantly. It cleared its throat, lifted its head proudly, and with a confident look.

Casimodo glanced at the black cat and bowed respectfully.

"Understood, as you command."

"Have you found out his background?"

Charlotte asked again.

Casimodo hesitated for a moment before answering.

Charlotte found it strange. She looked at the old servant and quickly caught the fleeting hesitation on his face.

"Speak up, there's nothing you can't say."

Charlotte said.

Casimodo sighed and replied.

"Master, he... he volunteered."

"Volunteered?"

Charlotte was puzzled.

She frowned.

"What's going on?"

Seeing the girl's puzzled expression, Casimodo sighed.

"Master, do you... still remember the Flame Demon disaster ten years ago?"

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