I am the heroine's godfather!

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Charlotte's eyes widened, while Svina continued, "I never imagined that the impoverished Bernette family would possess a mark powerful enough to create a new Holy Maiden of the Church! That good-for-nothing kept it from us until his death, even after all this time! He deserves to die, he deserves to die!"

Charlotte had lost all interest in listening to anything else—the inscriptions, the new Holy Maiden of the Church—she was no longer able to think about them.

Now, there is only one thing she wants to do: kill the two people who killed her father and continue to humiliate him even after his death!

Revenge! She wants revenge!

Charlotte's emerald eyes seemed to burn with a flame of revenge. She suddenly looked up, her longsword unsheathed, the crimson gem on her bracelet radiating a captivating light, and Satan's armor covering her entire body. At this moment, Charlotte was like a demon who had fought her way back from hell!

Svina and Merta looked shocked. They knew Charlotte was powerful and possessed some treasures, such as the sword in her hand and the quill used for casting spells. But what was this armor? They had absolutely no information about it!

Merta's face darkened: "Playing tricks!"

A staff appeared in her hand, and several water bullets emerged: "Die!"

Charlotte's face beneath the mask still betrayed her anger, but once in battle, she would never let anger cloud her judgment. She calmly assessed Merta's strength; without a doubt, he had broken through to the second tier.

But since she is still using water magic, it means that the second-tier dark-attribute attacker who attacked the camp was not her.

Is there any possibility...?

Charlotte glanced at Svenna, who stood to the side as if everything was in her hands, and an idea involuntarily popped into her mind.

Could it be my stepmother?

Charlotte's stepmother was an ordinary person in her memory, without any supernatural abilities, but two years have passed, and especially now, with their involvement in the cult of evil gods, no one is sure if she is still the same as before.

Sure enough, just as Charlotte swung her sword to disperse the water bullets, a dark spell suddenly exploded behind her. Charlotte quickly dodged, but the spell coiled around her like a snake.

This is really... troublesome.

Charlotte's sword was wreathed in light-attribute battle aura. She swung it, the blade of light piercing through magic with immense power. Light-attribute magic naturally counters dark-attribute magic, but even so, Charlotte felt a resistance.

This magic doesn't seem to be second-tier; it's more like... third-tier?!

Svina's voice rang out: "I also have to thank your father. That good-for-nothing's blood still has some use and can help me complete the ritual."

Charlotte's face suddenly turned ugly. Svina, like a viper flicking its tongue, licked her scarlet lips, a sinister smile appearing on her alluring face: "Truly delicious blood, delicious flesh..."

Charlotte seemed to sense something and turned around sharply to examine her father's body closely, discovering that there appeared to be many signs of nibbling!

Even though his own father was dead, he still had to endure the humiliation of these people. Even though only his corpse remained, he was still to be devoured alive by these people!

"You, all of you!!!"

Charlotte's rationality snapped completely. The Satan Armor seemed to sense its master's anger and let out a roar. The already terrifying horns were now burning with fierce flames!

A look of shock appeared in Merta and Svina's eyes. Charlotte charged at the two like a wild beast, completely ignoring Merta's magic. When it struck the armor, it only made a sizzling sound as if it were being dried out and evaporated.

Svina swung her staff violently, unleashing a torrent of dark magic towards Charlotte. Third-tier magic was indeed powerful; even though Charlotte was light-attribute, which countered her, she still managed to take the hit head-on, and her armor was damaged.

If it were the armor at its peak, this amount of magic would be like a tickle, but the current armor has been sealed by Loran, so its defensive power doesn't exceed the second tier by much. Under normal circumstances, Charlotte would never have taken such a step, and would instead have been drawn into a protracted battle.

However, in a protracted battle, Charlotte, fighting alone against both Svina and Merta, faces an uncertain outcome. Even if her armor allows her to withstand Merta's attacks, Charlotte, once her magic is exhausted and unable to resist Svina's dark magic, will likely face defeat.

But Charlotte has now lost her mind. She no longer considers a protracted battle, but instead wants to crush everything like a wild beast!

Charlotte's armor was damaged, and she was struck by magic, but the pain only fueled her anger. At this moment, Charlotte had no mind to think about tactics; she only wanted to tear the enemy in front of her to shreds!

Perhaps this is a drawback of the Satan Armor, or perhaps it's due to Lesteringer's blessing? Those who wear the Satan Armor are more likely to lose their minds and become war freaks when stimulated beyond their threshold.

Charlotte's lips, not hidden by half of her visor, revealed a maniacal smile. This was Loran, a Charlotte no one else had ever seen before, a Charlotte who had completely lost her mind! Charlotte would not stop until she had utterly torn her enemy to pieces!

Even as Svina and Merta's magic struck Charlotte, and even as Satan's armor began to break, Charlotte continued to advance with high spirits!

Her emerald eyes beneath her visor were utterly cold as she slowly walked up to Merta and raised her sword high.

"No, no! Mother, Mother, save me!"

Merta cried out in panic, but Svina had no time to respond. Svina retreated hastily, trying to escape.

Charlotte raised her sword and swung it down suddenly.

Merta collapsed to the ground, lifeless, but Charlotte did not stop. She looked at Svina, who lay limp on the ground, her eyes still indifferent.

"Next, it's your turn."

Chapter 268 A Meeting Between Men

"No, no! Your Holiness, save me!"

Svina cried out in anguish for help, but no one came. Charlotte raised her sword and brought it down without a second thought.

With her revenge over, Charlotte staggered to her father's ice coffin. Overwhelmed by pain and exhaustion, she leaned against the coffin and slowly collapsed to the ground.

Suddenly, the ice coffin emitted a dazzling light, and a peculiar mark slowly rose from the chest of Rand's corpse and landed on Charlotte's forehead.

Charlotte felt a warm light envelop her, and she slowly fainted.

The basement fell silent until footsteps sounded. A black-haired man entered, his sword stained with blood.

He stepped into the basement, looked around, glancing past the bodies of Svina and Merta. His gaze lingered on Charlotte for a moment before he shook his head, walked slowly to the ice coffin, and knocked on it.

"I brought some wine, would you like some?"

"I won't drink if the wine isn't good."

A weak voice rang out, as if something was slowly rising from the ice coffin and coalescing into a soul—it was Rand.

"Come on, it's just liquor bought from a roadside stall. Drink it or don't, it's up to you."

The black-haired man rolled his eyes, took out several bottles of liquor from his spatial ring, along with a roast chicken and some snacks, and placed them on the coffin.

"Come on, it's rare for me to treat you."

"He's a count now, and he's still so stingy."

Rand's soul shook his head, sat cross-legged on his coffin, picked up the wine bottle, filled his cup, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Ah...this is the taste, it's making my mouth water."

Rand wiped his mouth and looked at the newcomer: "What, just finished a fight, Loran?"

The black-haired man, Loran, smiled as he sheathed his sword: "I chased away someone who wanted to cause trouble, but left him with only one arm."

"Great job, that's impressive!"

Rand complimented Lorraine, who shook her head, filled her own glass, and then drank it all in one gulp. She then looked at Charlotte and asked, "You really haven't seen her?"

"Gone."

Rand shook his head. He wanted to touch his child's long hair, but pulled back just before he did. Then, he gave a bitter smile: "She has finally come out of the pain of losing her father. What am I, who has been dead for so many years, going to do? Anyway, I can't be resurrected, and this state won't last much longer. There's no need to add to the child's worries."

"You just turned around and left."

Lorraine shook her head: "That's true. I can't bear to part with the child I've raised for two years. If you live, I'll have to give the child back to you."

"Well, you've been planning to snatch my kid for a long time, haven't you?"

Rand made a sarcastic remark, and Loran just smiled back.

He looked at Charlotte's forehead: "That thing, you gave it to her?"

"Ah."

Rand nodded: "It's nothing special, just something that the Bernette family has passed down for hundreds of years, and it's said to be able to create a saintess."

"The Messiah type?"

"What are you thinking about?"

Rand rolled his eyes: "The Papacy has produced countless saintesses in seven hundred years, but Her Majesty Messiah is one and only."

"Too."

Loran wasn't confused. If it were so easy to create a saintess of Messiah's caliber, the Church of the Evil God would have been finished long ago, and wouldn't be where it is today.

Loran had known about Rand's current state for a long time; he had already come here when Charlotte first found him.

Rand's ice coffin was already in existence at that time. Loran had witnessed this scene long ago, and his anger was no less than Charlotte's when she saw it. But just as he was about to take action despite Charlotte's desire for revenge, Rand appeared—or rather, Rand's soul appeared.

Rand stopped him, saying that this was something Rand had planned long ago. He retired back then because he knew the long-standing destiny of the Bernette family—to give birth to a daughter of destiny and to pass on the centuries-old mark to her.

At the same time, a proverb has been passed down: this is an imprint that has been passed down for hundreds of years, and its ultimate goal is to make the Daughter of Destiny a sharp sword to usher in a new era.

Lorraine was puzzled by this, but Rand said he didn't understand the sentence either. However, fate had made its choice, and his daughter, Charlotte Bernard, was the daughter of fate.

That's why, even though Rand was dead, he would wait until Charlotte arrived before handing the mark to her.

For this reason, to prevent the Church of the Evil God from noticing anything amiss, Loran hadn't come for the past two years, only once after breaking through to the eighth rank. Meanwhile, Rand had fallen into a deep sleep to prevent his soul from being detected.

"it's good now."

Rand shook his head: "The imprint has been passed on to Charlotte, and it's time for me to ascend to the divine realm of the Seven Gods."

"...Is that the decision?"

Loran looked at him and confirmed one last time: "If you want to be resurrected, I will preserve your soul, even if it takes decades or centuries, I will resurrect you."

Rand's situation is different from Kasna's. Kasna was a Saint, and her body was not dead before her soul separated from her body. But Rand is different now. Rand is only a Silver Rank, his soul is not solid enough, and his body has been dead for a very long time.

Resurrecting him is, at least for now, impossible, not even by turning him into a lich.

In fact, his soul had long been on the verge of dissipation, only surviving until today because of the imprint. Now that the imprint has been given to Charlotte, he too is on the verge of dissipation.

But Rand refused.

"Those who are already dead should obediently return to where the dead belong."

Rand smiled with relief: "Besides, Charlotte is with you now, so I have nothing to worry about."

"..."

Loran remained silent, but filled each of their glasses with wine. The two then raised their glasses, clinked them together, and drank them down in one gulp.

"Okay, I'm leaving."

Rand rose, his soul gradually dissipating.

Goodbye, Loran.

Then he looked at Charlotte and said, "Goodbye, my child."

Charlotte made a soft sound, as if talking in her sleep. She seemed to be having a nightmare, and two lines of tears streamed down her face.

This father and daughter are really...

Loran sighed.

Rand's figure vanished completely, and Charlotte slowly awoke, her voice hoarse. Lorraine gently patted her head and pulled her into his arms.

Charlotte clutched Lorraine's chest and burst into tears.

Chapter 269 Meanwhile, on the other side

On the main battlefield, with the deaths of Svina and Merta, the army gradually became leaderless. Laura, unaware of what had happened, quickly launched a counterattack. Although Bernet's army remained powerful, without a leader, it suffered continuous defeats on the main battlefield, and many even harbored thoughts of rebellion. After all, Frederick had only been on the throne for a little over ten days, and had seized power through the most despised method of regicide, inevitably arousing resentment among many. Within the army, loyalty to him was questionable.

However, due to Frederick's own strength, a considerable number of people are still observing, and a significant number of people are not optimistic about Laura's side.

Because, at least on the surface, Laura's side doesn't have enough high-end combat power.

Of course, in reality, as long as Kasna is willing to make a move, Fettrie wouldn't be a problem, but Kasna is currently in a difficult position to make a move.

Even so, there's still Alyssa.

Therefore, Laura felt somewhat confused.

"Teacher, don't you think things are going a little too smoothly right now?"

Laura sat cross-legged on the bed and asked, while Kasna ate the fruit provided to Laura, mumbling, "I was still thinking about you when I realized it."

"So you noticed something was wrong all along."

"correct."

Kasna wiped her mouth with her sleeve, cleared her throat, and said, "Look, that woman named Alyssa is a sixth-tier being and a member of the Church of the Evil God, yet she still supports the resistance."

"Because Miss Alyssa is a good person, or is there some conspiracy behind her joining the cult of evil gods?"

"I don't know."

Kasner shook her head: "But think about it again, is her real goal to overthrow Frederick?"

"Uh...no?"

"Yes, definitely not. If everything she did was to overthrow Frederick, it wouldn't have dragged on until now. She must be plotting something deeper, something related to the Church of the Evil God."

"Uh, of course I can tell that too..."