Chapter 308 158 Ms. Eleanor

Chapter 308 -158- Lady Eleanor

In the small space, Eleanor huddled up, holding her legs tightly with her hands, and her body covered with bruises trembled under her thin clothes.

Her eyes were dull, and she didn't even dare to look at everyone.

If Charlotte hadn't seen the Duchess of Borde, who was her niece by blood, at the banquet of Duke Yuehu, she would have found it difficult to connect the trembling, pitiful and helpless woman in front of her with the dazzling noblewoman at the banquet.

And the scars on the other party, which were not left in a day, almost directly pointed out the identity of the abuser-

As a high-ranking duke, as the wife of a royal family member, who else besides her husband, Prince Philip, was capable and dared to do such a thing?

The nobles present were not fools, and they quickly figured out the reason behind it, and their expressions changed slightly for a while.

Charlotte's face was also not good. She snorted coldly and cursed:

"What a scumbag!"

No one denied Charlotte's judgment.

Everyone looked at Eleanor with solemnity, anger and pity.

Charlotte took a deep breath and sighed slightly.

"Ms. Eleanor, Ms. Eleanor?"

She tried to call a few words.

Eleanor was slightly shocked after hearing her words, but did not respond, but shrank deeper into the corner.

Looking at the other party's dim eyes, Charlotte frowned:

"She..."

"Her spirit should have suffered a great stimulation, and there are traces of mental magic on her soul. It is suspected that she has been enslaved by magic, but... it should not be completely successful."

"If I am not wrong, it should be mental control."

Earl Yulster said.

Len-Castell's pupils trembled slightly:

"Mental domination?! Blood... Blood Demon?!"

Count Yulster glanced at him and nodded:

"Yes, it is indeed the mental domination of the blood race, and it should be the work of the Blood Demon Cult."

"However, the caster is not a blood race, and the mental domination is not completely successful, but it has profoundly affected her soul..."

"Mental domination... is not a blood race... So... the third prince really has dealings with the Blood Demon Cult?!"

The old viscount widened his eyes.

Yulster sneered and said:

"This is not surprising. As far as I know, there are many fools in the Crescent Nobles who secretly have dealings with the Blood Demon Cult. These naive people always think that those fallen blood demons are as disciplined as other blood races, but they don't know that even blood races are divided into different factions and follow different creeds."

After listening to Yulster's words, Viscount Len-Castell and Vincent were thoughtful.

Charlotte pondered for a moment, stepped forward and came to Eleanor's side.

"Ms. Eleanor?"

She called again.

Eleanor still didn't answer and continued to hide inside.

Charlotte sighed in her heart, stretched out her hands and held Eleanor's cheeks, then half-knelt down, slightly turned the magic power, and used the charm language, saying in a softer tone:

"Eleanor, look up at me, I am Charlotte."

After hearing her words, Eleanor trembled slightly, and then slowly raised her head.

The two looked at each other, and Charlotte's pupils quickly turned red, and the power of spiritual comfort was slowly stimulated:

"Eleanor, don't be afraid, the scum who abused you is no longer here."

The magic power like water flowed from Charlotte's hands into the Duchess's body, and the gentle spiritual power repaired the other's injured soul.

This time, Eleanor finally responded.

I saw her lifeless pupils gradually regain focus, reflecting the beautiful appearance of the girl.

"Xia...Charlotte...?"

Eleanor spoke timidly.

The pupils were more and more lively, and the pale face gradually regained its vitality:

"Charlotte!"

Eleanor shouted tremblingly, and then buried herself in the girl's arms and cried.

...

After using magic to soothe Eleanor's soul, Charlotte called the maid to take her to rest.

The physical and mental scars of this poor duchess cannot be healed in one day, and she may need to recuperate for a while.

After coming out of the tent, Viscount Len-Castell and Vincent's expressions were not very good.

"Although my father has told me many times that the third prince is cruel and will not be a wise ruler in the future, I really didn't expect that he would treat his wife like this..."

"Such a person, there are still nobles in the kingdom supporting him, I really don't know what they think!"

Thinking back to everything he had just seen, Vincent couldn't help but say.

Viscount Ryan-Castell glanced at him and shook his head:

"It is no secret that the Third Prince has a violent temper, but it is also well known that he is reckless."

"He is not the first heir to the throne, and his foundation is far inferior to that of the Second Prince. He is not very cunning. 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 and did not deny it.

He was also angry about the Third Prince's various practices that broke the bottom line of morality and nobility.

The two did not continue to discuss the Third Prince.

Some things can be done, but some things cannot be done, and the behavior of the third prince has clearly crossed the bottom line of the nobles.

They know that after today's incident spreads, the third prince may be completely finished.

...

Eleanor's matter has diluted Charlotte's joy of victory a lot. Although she is not close to this "niece", people can empathize with her. Seeing the other's experience, their mood will always be affected.

However, after settling the other party, Charlotte quickly adjusted herself.

Although this battle was won, and the outcome of the Boulder-Castell War was already doomed, there are still many things to worry about, to be concluded, and to negotiate.

It can be foreseen that the upper echelons of the Crescent Kingdom may usher in a major earthquake next.

After finishing the follow-up matters on the battlefield, Charlotte finally made time to talk to Yulster alone.

This time, she was not only the Earl of Castel, but also the "True Ancestor Messenger".

"Praise the great bloodline 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 Yust, who had changed into aristocratic clothes again, smiled and elegantly drew a thorn rose symbol on his chest, and asked expectantly.

His movements were quite standard, and it was obvious that he had practiced countless times in advance, and he was even more skilled than Charlotte herself.

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