In the small space, Eleanor huddled up, hugging her legs tightly with her hands, and shivering with bruises all over her body under her thin clothes.
Her eyes were dull and she didn't even dare to look at others.
If Charlotte hadn't seen the Duchess of Boulder, who was her niece by blood, at Duke Yuehu's banquet, it would be really difficult for her to separate the trembling, helpless woman in front of her from the one at the banquet. The dazzling noble ladies are connected.
And the numerous scars on the other party's body, which cannot be left in a day, almost directly indicate the identity of the perpetrator——
As the wife of a high-ranking duke and a member of the royal family, besides her husband, the third prince Philip, who else has the ability and the courage to do such a thing?
The nobles present were not fools. They quickly figured out the reason, and their expressions changed slightly for a while.
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Charlotte's face was equally ugly. She snorted coldly and cursed:
"What a scumbag!"
No one disputes Charlotte's judgment.
Everyone looked at Eleanor with only solemnity, anger and pity.
Taking a deep breath, Charlotte sighed slightly.
"Lady Eleanor, Lady Eleanor?"
She tried calling out a few words.
After hearing her words, Eleanor was slightly shocked, but she did not respond, but shrank deeper into the corner.
Looking at the other party's dull eyes, Charlotte frowned:
"she……"
"Her spirit must have been greatly stimulated, and there are still traces of spiritual magic on her soul. It is suspected that she was enslaved by magic, but...it may not have been completely successful."
"If I'm not wrong, it should be mental control."
Count Jurst said.
Leon-Castell Tong Kong Microquake:
"Spiritual control?! Blood...blood demon?!"
Earl Yurst glanced at him and nodded:
"Yes, it is indeed the spiritual control of the blood descendants, and it should be the work of the Blood Demon Order."
"However, the caster is not a blood descendant, and the mental control has not been completely successful, but it has profoundly affected her soul..."
"Spiritual control... is not a blood descendant... so... the third prince really has contact with the Blood Demon Order?!"
The old Viscount's eyes widened.
Yurst sneered and said:
"This is not surprising. As far as I know, there are many idiots in the New Moon Nobles who have secretly interacted with the Blood Demon Order. These naive people always think that the fallen Blood Demons follow the rules like other vampires, but they don't know that even if They are vampires, and they are divided into different factions and pursue different creeds."
After listening to Yurst's words, Viscount Leon Castells and Vincent were thoughtful.
Charlotte pondered for a moment, then took a step forward and came to Eleanor's side.
"Lady Eleanor?"
she called again.
Eleanor still didn't answer and continued to hide inside.
Charlotte sighed in her heart, stretched out her hands to hold Eleanor's cheeks, then knelt down, slightly adjusted her magic power, activated the charm language, and said in a softer tone:
"Eleanor, look up at me. I'm Charlotte."
After hearing her words, Eleanor shuddered slightly, and then slowly raised her head.
The two people's eyes met, and Charlotte's vagina was quickly dyed red, and the spiritual comfort power was slowly activated:
"Eleanor, don't be afraid, the scumbag who abused you is no longer here."
Water-like magic flowed into the Duchess's body along Charlotte's hands, and the gentle spiritual power repaired the other's injured soul.
This time, Eleanor finally reacted.
Her lifeless childlike hole gradually returned to focus, reflecting the girl's beautiful appearance.
"Xia...Charlotte...?"
Eleanor spoke timidly.
There is more and more energy in the child's eyes, and the pale face gradually regains its vitality:
"Charlotte!"
Eleanor gave a trembling cry, then buried herself in the girl's arms and began to cry.
…
After using magic to soothe Eleanor's soul, Charlotte summoned the maid to take her to rest.
The physical and mental scars on this poor duchess cannot be healed in a day, and I am afraid it will take some time for her to recover.
After coming out of the tent, Viscount Len Castel and Vincent's expressions were not very good.
"Although my father has told me many times that the third prince is cruel and not a future wise king, I never expected that he would treat his own wife like this..."
"Such a person is actually supported by nobles in the kingdom. I really don't know what they are thinking!"
Thinking back on everything he just saw, Vincent couldn't help but say.
Viscount Len Castel glanced at him and shook his head:
"It is not a secret that the third prince has a violent temper, but his reckless character is also well known."
"He is not the first heir to the throne, and his foundation is far inferior to that of the second prince, and the city is not that deep. Perhaps in the eyes of some nobles, supporting such a prince is more conducive to their control."
"What a stupid idea!"
Vincent cursed.
The old Viscount sighed slightly but did not deny it.
He was equally angry about the third prince's various actions that broke the moral and aristocratic bottom line.
The two of them did not continue to discuss the third prince's matter.
Some things can be done, but some things cannot be done, and the third prince's behavior has clearly exceeded the bottom line of the nobility.
They knew that after what happened today, the third prince would probably be completely ruined.
…
Eleanor's incident dampened the joy of Charlotte's victory a lot. Although she was not close to this "niece", people can empathize with each other. Seeing the other person's experience will always affect her mood. Influenced.
However, after settling the opponent, Charlotte quickly adjusted.
Although this battle was won, and although the outcome of the Bold-Castle war was already determined, there were still many things to worry about in the aftermath, to wrap up, and to negotiate.
It is foreseeable that the upper echelons of the Crescent Kingdom may experience a major earthquake.
After finishing the follow-up matters on the battlefield, Charlotte finally found time to talk to Yurst alone.
This time, she was not only acting as Count Castel, but also as the "Messenger of the True Ancestor".
"Praise the great blood ancestor! Lord Earl, I wonder if His Majesty the True Ancestor is satisfied with our support this time?"
In the reception room of the Earl's Mansion, Earl Yurst, who had put on his aristocratic clothes again, smiled, elegantly drew a thorn-and-rose symbol on his chest, and asked expectantly.
His movements are quite standard, and it seems that he has practiced them countless times in advance, and is even more proficient than Charlotte herself.
