klisemfg Chapter 330 Demonic Ritual
Chapter 330 Demonic Ritual
"Don't look around while you're eating. Where's your upbringing, Canyon?"
In Duke William's residence, the family of four had an extremely quiet breakfast. Everyone had their own thoughts and ate absent-mindedly.
Duke William finished eating first, and when he saw his son's butt was on fire, he couldn't help but say something.
"You can't afford to offend the woman at the dinner table, so you can only bully me." Although he couldn't afford to offend her either, he would never suffer any loss.
"Are you still angry because I recalled the Knights of Light? You have already worked hard for them for many days, and now is a tense period in Highgarden—"
"How long will this tense period last?" Cynthia was bored and drank the cup on her left hand.
"Cynthia!" Duke William was very dissatisfied with such words, "You shouldn't--"
Cynthia glanced over.
"You shouldn't drink so much so early in the morning." William's anger weakened.
"I have a lot of things to do today, so I need more energy. Wine is the best." She stood up slowly, and Catherine immediately followed suit and walked out together.
"When will Miss Leila arrive?" Cynthia asked.
"You said that tracking magic is best performed with the blood of the closest people. It just so happens that Viscount Friel is in Highgarden now, and Leila came to Highgarden yesterday to find her father..." Catherine's eyes flashed with worry. She thought Leila would come last night, but there is still no news until now.
Kanyon rolled his eyes and stood up to leave.
"Where are you going?" William glared at his son, afraid that he would cause trouble again at this time. Because of this sentence, Cynthia and Catherine in front also looked back.
"I have to go out of town. I have work, Mom." Kanyon explained to his mother, smoothing his sleeves elegantly.
Cynthia raised an eyebrow, obviously not believing it.
"It's Her Majesty! Spring is here, and Her Majesty thinks her garden needs more flowers."
"At this time?!" William looked incredulous.
"Of course, she also said she wanted to make a bouquet and a flower crown." Kanyon nodded and shook his silver hair proudly. "And she only trusts my aesthetic taste."
William had a complicated expression, George's candle of life was about to burn out, and Tsering seemed to have completely let herself go. She probably didn't even have such great expectations for the wedding. The Queen's Palace was so lively that it felt like a garden party every day.
"...Go ahead." William rubbed his temple with a headache. Kanien immediately jumped up like a rabbit. He couldn't hide the joy in his eyes. He couldn't help but give Catherine a big smile, squeezed past her and walked out of the restaurant first.
Catherine narrowed her eyes.
"Let's go, let's go find Miss Leila first... What are you looking at?" Seeing that her daughter didn't move, Cynthia asked curiously.
"He's so proud." Although Catherine and Canion were not on good terms, she could read his mood very accurately.
"He's about to become the king's brother, of course he's proud." Cynthia took the lead and walked out of the restaurant disapprovingly. At this time, Canion had already walked some distance. His steps were light and even his back showed joy.
...He will not be happy about his ascension to the throne. Catherine looked at Canion's back, with doubts in her heart.
So, what is he proud of?
"Madam, Princess." A black-armored knight came over to ask for instructions, "Miss Taylor is here to visit."
"Ah, she's finally here!" Cynthia breathed a sigh of relief. I'll go get ready now. You bring her to my study to find me.
Cynthia hurriedly prepared various props for the ceremony.
Canion had already walked into the sunshine of the courtyard and was asking someone to harness the carriage for him. Catherine's mind moved slightly -
"Meow~"
The ginger cat appeared next to her and rubbed the hem of its owner's skirt affectionately.
"Follow him," Catherine whispered.
"Meow." The little yellow cat leaped forward and stepped on an invisible foothold in mid-air. After a few ups and downs, it leaped into a world invisible to human eyes again.
After Leila passed by the luxurious carriage, she saw the princess standing on the steps.
She usually behaved like a little adult, but for the first time, her eyes turned red in front of the princess.
"Father won't help."
Leila pursed her lips, tears welled up in her eyes when she saw the princess. She thought things were finally turning around, but her father, who was usually gentle and tolerant towards her, made up all kinds of excuses to shirk his responsibilities. Today, he even went out early in the morning when she was still asleep.
At this time, the little heir of the Taylor family was filled with fear and grievance.
"Don't panic, go meet my mother first." Catherine pondered for a moment, took Leila's hand and walked towards her mother's study.
"That Viscount is unwilling to look for his own daughter?!"
Cynthia was surprised when she heard this, and then she was angry, "It only takes some blood! Coward!"
"What if you use mine, ma'am? Is mine really not okay?" Leila stepped forward and rolled up her sleeves.
There was a strange array drawn in the room, candles burning in the four corners, and some fresh organs scattered around. It looked extremely ominous, but Leila was not afraid at all. As long as it could be effective, she would cut her arm in the next second.
"Oh Leila, although Lilith is your sister, but... you know." Cynthia looked embarrassed.
"You are not from the same origin, which will greatly reduce the effectiveness of the ritual. The blood line may disappear before we find Lilith." Cynthia explained softly.
"That means it will still be effective, right?" Leila's eyes lit up, and without hesitation she drew out the giant sword and slammed her arm into it, causing blood to spurt out.
"Leila!" Catherine didn't even have time to stop her. The red-haired girl had already spilled her blood onto the center of the magic circle on the ground.
"Oh my, what an impatient girl!" Cynthia helplessly pulled her to the center of the magic circle and guided Leila to accurately soak the blood into the patterns of the magic circle.
Then she stepped back a few steps, stood outside the magic circle and waited quietly.
"Don't you need the help of a spell?" Such evil things were completely beyond Catherine's knowledge. Similar magic had never been taught in school.
"They demons don't follow that." Cynthia lowered her voice.
"Devil?!" Catherine looked at her mother in shock.
"Don't make a fuss, Catherine. This world is rich and colorful. Not everyone has to act according to human standards. Demons are good at blood magic. Their bodies are much stronger than humans. Using some blood is just like you using elemental power. It's no big deal."
Cynthia took this opportunity to broaden her daughter's knowledge.
"Don't be afraid when you hear the word 'demon'. Your familiar is also a kind of demon. The cat is just the form it chooses to show you. Humans always say that witches are in league with demons. This is a rare correct evaluation they give us."
"It really looks like..." After the blood fell to the ground, it was like a living thing, crawling slowly in the magic circle.
"Evil..." Catherine couldn't help it.
"There is no good or evil in magic. It all depends on how you use it." Cynthia said as she looked at the magic circle.
"It may be a little evil to humans, but we are witches. As long as magic works, it's fine. This is what I learned from another witch when I was young. It works!"
Leila's blood finally filled the patterns on the ground. The flame of the candle suddenly jumped higher, and the animal organs scattered on the ground melted away little by little until they disappeared.
The ritual was completed, and a demon took over the commission.
Catherine helped the pale Leila out of the magic circle and treated her. "Don't worry, even if the blood line is not obvious, it can still point us in a general direction--"
"Oh..." Cynthia sighed with an unclear meaning and turned her head away.
Catherine didn't know what the blood line should look like. She only saw streams of blood coming out of the magic circle, tangling together and rushing out of the house.
Like a sapling growing vigorously.