But at this moment, Ciel suddenly felt the buzzing in her mind slightly weaken.
She looked up into the distance. The scarlet brilliance that had covered half the sky before had slightly faded and dimmed. It seemed the Grim Worm’s speed had begun to decrease.
Can’t keep up?
At this speed, Grim Worm would definitely not catch up to the train. The gap between them would only grow wider, unless the train suddenly derailed or the engine exploded.
“Lord Ciel, the Grim Worm has slowed down.”
Tara also seemed to notice this and looked towards Ciel with some nervousness.
She seemed very eager to see the Grim Worm up close, to pay homage to the Holy Spirit that had appeared countless times in the scriptures.
Why couldn’t it keep up?
Ciel’s brow slightly furrowed at this moment.
Although she was worried about the Grim Worm catching up and causing contamination and damage to her spirit, if the Grim Worm didn’t catch up—she would be unhappy.
The Grim Worm continuously affected and destroyed towns and villages along the way. Ciel’s potion was almost digested to the point where she couldn’t even hear the slightest whisper. Her eyes had also completely returned to normal.
If this continued, completely digesting, even perfectly digesting the potion, was not a dream.
Moreover... she hadn’t yet seen the fun of leading this thing to Ansu.
Fun was as important as life. Without life, she would see less fun. But without fun, it was as uncomfortable as losing her life.
“Carving knife, Tara.” Ciel extended her left hand.
Tara, standing to Ciel’s left, nodded vigorously. Then she pulled out her ritual carving knife and handed it to Ciel. At the same time, she unbuttoned her collar and pulled it down, revealing her fair neck and collarbone, making it convenient for Ciel to take blood.
But after Ciel took the carving knife, she didn’t pay any more attention to Tara, who was eagerly waiting beside her. She directly sliced her wrist with the carving knife. Crimson blood slowly flowed down Ciel’s wrist, dripping onto the tracks below.
Just like that, Ciel quietly waited, watching the gradually fading red light.
About 12 minutes passed. The originally dim red light instantly intensified, and its speed noticeably increased.
It actually worked?
Her blood seemed to have an unusual allure for Other Side beings...
Ciel pressed a handkerchief to her wound, stopping the bleeding from her wrist, to avoid giving too much blood and letting the other party catch up to her at once. Sёarch* The NovelZone.fun website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.
At the same time, the corner of Ciel’s mouth also slightly curved upwards.
This feeling of laying bait before fishing delighted her. By controlling the amount in this way, perhaps she could really lead this thing to the outskirts of Ansu City.
However... throughout the process, she had to bleed herself, and she couldn’t use the stopwatch.
If the side effect 【Temporal Disorder】 were to cause other save files to take over her, it might disrupt her “somewhat” dangerous plan.
In the subsequent events, Ciel, based on the buzzing in her mind and the proximity of the scarlet blood light, repeatedly cut her wrist wound, releasing blood, luring and maintaining the activity of that Other Side being...
Until the sky slowly turned a faint white.
...
Near noon, Ansu City, Knight District, Bruton Street No. 10, Thaddeus Ducal Manor.
“Has that boy Oppold not replied yet?”
At the head of the dining table in the Ducal Manor, a stern-faced middle-aged man put down his knife and fork, asking the butler beside him.
He was tall, his dark brown curly hair neatly styled. A few strands of gray mixed in his temples, symbolizing his experience and prestige.
But at this moment, his sharp gray-blue eyes showed a hint of unrest. He seemed somewhat eager to find the answer to this question.
Before the old butler could reply, a noblewoman with blonde hair, dressed in luxurious clothing, slowly said, “He is already an adult. He can handle his own work.”
“Heh... Just keep indulging him. You let him go to the ‘Queen’s Sword’, you will definitely regret this decision one day.”
The Prince snorted coldly, losing his usual politeness and reserve, just venting the resentment in his heart.
Just then, the dining room door was pushed open. A person in knight’s armor quickly walked in, which displeased the Prince.
At this moment, Prince Thaddeus was in a bad mood, but when he looked up at the newcomer, his resentment subsided slightly. He elegantly picked up his napkin and wiped his mouth, looked at the newcomer, and asked, “Andrew Roswell, what brings you here?”
“Prince, please forgive me for not being able to continue with pleasantries,”
The knight, fully clad in exquisite silver armor, removed his helmet. His black eyes looked at Thaddeus and said, “According to the contract, please come with me, Your Grace and Your Wife.”
Contract?
Prince Thaddeus frowned slightly, but still stood up directly, walked to the knight’s side, and asked, “What is it? Andrew.”
This so-called contract was signed by almost every influential major noble family.
It was a protection contract, signed between the royal family and the nobles, a form of mandatory agreement.
Major nobles were not allowed to privately contact or involve themselves in transcendent powers, unless their direct descendants joined the “Queen’s Sword.” This contract had to be signed even by Prince Thaddeus, who was granted the title of Duke.
The contract was both a protection of the major nobles from the disturbance of transcendent powers and a covert restriction of the major nobles’ power and influence.
This was also something that appeared after the Roswell family grew powerful, because the royal family realized that a transcendent family like this could pose a great threat to the monarchy. If other larger families emerged, the situation would become completely uncontrollable.
It was only because the Roswell family’s power was linked to “Order” that this Roswell family hadn’t already been dismantled.
Now, Andrew came here mentioning the contract, indicating that there might be danger, and it was related to those dangerous powers.
“We’ll talk as we go, Prince.”
Andrew led the way, walking and whispering, “This morning, the entire ‘Queen’s Sword’ was mobilized. The Roswell family also received orders to protect the nobles who signed the contract... Perhaps something major is about to happen.”
“Is it those evil powers?” Prince Thaddeus asked. His tone didn’t seem very concerned. “Those cultists?”
It seemed he was already used to this. Perhaps similar things had happened before.
“Uh... yes, but this time is very different.”
Andrew thought for a moment, couldn’t find a very suitable descriptive term, could only say, “Boldly estimating, the death toll this time might reach over fifty thousand. Towns along the way have suffered horrific destruction.”
“This is the largest cult terrorist attack in nearly ten years.”
“Fifty thousand?!”
The Prince’s eyes widened. He lost his voice slightly.
This was a horrifying number. How long had it been since Ansu had such casualties?
“You said the entire Queen’s Sword was mobilized. What about Oppold? Has he rejoined his unit?” The Prince seemed still worried about his son, asking.
“I don’t know... But when I came out of the Knight’s Hall, I saw members of Oppold’s unit. They said they felt their captain’s token. Perhaps Oppold is also close to Ansu.”
“That’s good then.”
Hearing this, the Prince’s heart, which had been suspended, slowly relaxed.
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