Chapter 229
“This should be Gicod’s family crest; he must have been a noble in Coria too,”
Sebastian reasoned.
Charlotte nodded, tucked away the crest, and picked up the parchment, discovering an unsent letter.
She opened it and began to read:
“To my dearest Qianqian,
As I write this letter to you, I am in a foreign land, in the deep of night when all is quiet, and I miss you deeply. At this moment, all I can think about is you.
Meeting you was my fortune, and the longer I spend with you, the stronger my attachment grows—longing for the warmth of your embrace, the passion of your kisses, the romance of walking hand in hand, and the happiness of being together…
My love, I have successfully suppressed the backlash of the Black Dragon’s power… Wait for me to return, once I fulfill my promise to Nais, I will eventually come back to Coria and reclaim everything that belongs to us.
All glory to the Feiket!
Yours, Gicod.”
After reading the letter, Charlotte stored it away, feeling somewhat melancholic.
It seemed Gicod too was a Bloodline with a story, but alas… he ultimately got lost in the power of the Black Dragon, unable to even distinguish who he was.
“Sebastian, have you heard of Feiket?”
Contemplating the surname mentioned in the letter, Charlotte asked.
“Feiket? It seems like it was the surname of the last generation of the Royal Family in Coria Kingdom, but it has been overthrown many years ago,”
Sebastian furrowed his brow and said.
After speaking, he curiously asked,
“Master, what does it say on there?”
“It’s not intelligence, it’s Gicod’s personal letter, perhaps his exile has to do with the political strife of the Coria Kingdom,”
Charlotte shook her head and handed the letter to Sebastian.
Sebastian browsed through it and sighed,
“It seems he was a Bloodline supporter of the former Coria Royal Family, and he might have been in love with a noblewoman of the Royal Family, Qianqian… Could it be Princess Qianqian of the previous reign of Coria Kingdom?”
A thought struck Charlotte:
“The Feiket family are humans?”
“Yes, at least the majority of them are,”
Sebastian said, handing back the letter.
“A love between a Bloodline and a human…”
Charlotte stored the letter, deep in thought.
She did not discard Gicod’s belongings, but kept them safely.
Then, Charlotte looked at the living corpses still kneeling towards her in the cave.
She surmised that the Bloodline girl on the other side of the Book of Undead, Agnes, must have already been drained. Therefore, Charlotte did not use the power of the Book of Undead this time, but communicated with the Blood Divine Power, sighing lightly:
“Your suffering… is relieved.”
Saying so, she gently spread her arms, and specks of scarlet light scattered throughout the cave, causing the living corpse miners to shudder slightly, a hint of vitality flickering in the green flames of their eye sockets.
They bowed unanimously towards Charlotte, their bodies disintegrating on their own, soon turning into heaps of dry bones.
A light breeze blew, and Charlotte watched as the miners’ residual souls slowly ascended and gradually dissipated.
Such God Forsaken as living corpse miners aren’t normal Undead, their souls having been defiled, and even with Faith, they cannot return to the deity’s realm.
For them, returning their souls to nature was the best end…
The young Werewolf, Noah, watched the dissolving living corpse miners with sadness on his face.
He pursed his lips, his expression lonely, saying,
“I didn’t expect that the overseer of the Mining Workshop was the mastermind behind the scenes…”
“So, the Black Dragon my brother believed in, the truth turns out to be this…”
Black Dragon?
Charlotte and Sebastian exchanged a look, their gaze peculiar.
Nisi chuckled softly:
“Black Dragon? Hey, little Noah, that’s not the Black Dragon your brother saw.”
“Your brother wasn’t lying to you, there indeed used to be a giant dragon here, and it truly was a Black Dragon.”
“The power of the Black Dragon… Heh heh, think about it, where do you think his Black Dragon’s power came from?”