" The dark corrosion in your body has been purified, but your injuries haven't fully healed. You need to rest quietly next. "
" Although the healing effect of the Divine Flame is good, you're still young and shouldn't rely on it too much, as it will consume your body's potential. "
" You can eat more meat these two days to supplement your nutrition. "
" If needed, you can also ask Lottie to perform a Holy Healing Spell to accelerate the wound healing. "
" Lottie is my student. Her Holy Healing Spell is superb. Although not as good as Kara's, it's much gentler. "
" Oh, right, Miss Charlotte, have you heard of the Holy Healing Spell? "
After the physical examination, Dean Raoul stood amiably by the sickbed, chattering with Charlotte. At first, he instructed her about dietary matters and treatment during the wound recovery period. But when it came to the Holy Healing Spell, he seemed to flip a wonderful switch and became a chatterbox like a machine gun, discussing various divine art methods for treating injuries.
He talked about the efficacy of the Holy Healing Spell, then its origin, and from the origin to the developers of divine arts. From the developers of divine arts to the history of the Holy Royal Court, and from the history of the Holy Royal Court to the local customs on the continent...
At this moment, Charlotte somewhat understood why Lottie, who took care of her, liked to popularize knowledge and chat so much. It turned out to be a tradition passed down from master to disciple.
Raoul kept talking. Charlotte listened obediently. Sometimes, she even acted like a curious baby, skillfully acting cute while subtly fishing for information. She also hoped to supplement more common sense about this world, as the original body's memory in this regard was completely blank.
This world wasn't an ordinary world at all. The reason Charlotte thought it was ordinary during the three days since transmigrating was that the old hag grandmother had never taught her such common sense, only some noble etiquette. Oh, no. The noble etiquette was taught by the head maid, back when she hadn't become a zombie.
This world was called Mireia, a world with gods and transcendents. The gods protected all living beings, formed beliefs, and divided into churches. Transcendents dominated the world as aristocracy, forming countries. Charlotte was in a feudal kingdom called the Crescent Moon Kingdom in the western part of the continent.
The title she was to inherit was Count of Castille, and her liege was Duke Bold, one of the nine dukes of the kingdom. Incidentally, in history, the Crescent Moon Kingdom had once been subverted by the Bloodline, so the churches and nobles throughout the kingdom were quite alert towards the Bloodline.
Nobles controlled transcendence, and their strength was deeply rooted in people's hearts, but they also submitted to faith. The gods were the masters of all things, and faith was the foundation of everything. The power of transcendence came from the gods, and the power of kingship was also blessed by the gods; all glory belonged to the gods.
The Holy Royal Court was the largest church force in the Mireia world, a polytheistic faith venerating the Creator God Harald as the supreme being, with many attendant gods.
Charlotte listened carefully to Dean Raoul's popular science. These knowledge were necessary for her to quickly familiarize herself with this world. However, she didn't fully accept all the knowledge the old priest taught. Dean Raoul mentioned God Harald in almost every sentence, obviously inserting a lot of personal views.
Although there were indeed gods in this world, Charlotte, who had studied Blue Star history, knew what religions were like, and the old priest's words must have been processed. But it didn't matter; Charlotte could get a general idea.
What Dean Raoul said was much richer than the memories she had inherited, even making Charlotte suspect that the original body had been raised as a canary in the manor... She didn't even know the measurement units of currency!
When hearing about interesting things, Charlotte would even take the initiative to ask more in-depth questions, making Dean Raoul's eyes light up and his interest grow even stronger.
The old priest popularized knowledge with great enthusiasm, and gradually, the topic turned to the doctrines of the Holy Royal Court. When he started talking about doctrines, it was different. At this moment, Dean Raoul seemed to transform into an old pedant reciting scriptures. Although he looked fanatical and excited, the content he told became boring and drowsy.
It wasn't that he didn't speak well, but for Charlotte, a former atheist who was preconceived and would never convert, it was completely like talking to a brick wall. Charlotte listened with a dizzy head, having no interest as before. But she still had to perk up, listen attentively, and show a respectful and fanatical expression.
There was no way around it. Who let her modify the ritual earlier and judge herself as a devout follower of the Holy Royal Court? This was really a painful process. She felt like Sun Wukong wearing a tight headband. The kind old priest in front of her slowly overlapped with Master Sanzang in movies and TV shows, his tall priest hat was a five-buddha crown, his divine robe was a kasaya, and the divine staff in his hand was a monk's staff...
It was really... too damn alike!
Charlotte listened drowsily, but the old priest became more and more enthusiastic. The more he talked, the more excited he got, and finally, he actually took Charlotte's hand and started preaching on the spot, asking if she was interested in joining the church and becoming a probationary priestess...
"How about it, Miss Charlotte? Your faith is very devout. I can be your sponsor and recommend you to enter a church school for further study."
Charlotte was instantly awakened. It was okay to listen to him prattle on about the doctrines. But if she really became a priestess, that would be exciting. A weak and helpless newborn Bloodline believing in a theocratic religion aimed at eliminating evil? Wasn't this seeking death?
Although for a moment she was also a bit tempted, after all, joining the theocratic religion would give her the opportunity to continue leeching energy from divine rituals as before... But Charlotte was still calm. The power of Divine Arts Countermeasure had limits. Deceiving divine rituals was different from being a priestess.
Charlotte could deceive the Divine Flame, but she couldn't use the Divine Flame. If she really joined the church, in front of more powerful priests, she might reveal her true nature! In addition, becoming a priestess might also bring disputes over her right to inherit the territory... The risk was too great.
However, directly refusing didn't seem to match the devout believer persona Charlotte had just established... She fell into a dilemma.
"Raoul, it's time to go." The female knight indifferently glanced at the old priest. That cold and indifferent voice was so pleasant to Charlotte's ears at this moment.
Dean Raoul was slightly taken aback, only then noticing that he had gotten carried away. " Sorry, cough, I was a bit out of line. " He blushed, coughed, regained his dignified elder appearance, and said amiably:
"Miss Charlotte, thank you very much for your cooperation. Please rest well next, and also please carefully consider my proposal."
"May the Lord be with you, and I wish you a speedy recovery and early discharge."
After speaking, he made a ringed cross on his chest and turned to leave with the female knight. However, after taking one step, he stopped again.
" Oh, right, one more thing. " Dean Raoul patted his head. He took out a piece of parchment from his bosom, unfolded it in front of Charlotte, and asked seriously:
" Miss Charlotte, have you seen this symbol? "
Charlotte looked over, and her heart immediately tensed. On the parchment was the thorny rose pattern she had casually drawn when intercepting the sacrifice last night.