Cheyenne swiftly unloaded the bullet clip from her hand, filling each bullet meticulously and aligning them with the latch. With a sharp clap of her pale palm, she effortlessly assembled the bullets, completing the entire process in a mere five seconds.
Silently, a shadowy figure crawled perfectly along the deserted attic railing. Her black duckbill cap covered most of her cheeks, revealing only a glimpse of fiery lips beneath the brim. Her face was adorned with a pair of black sunglasses, displaying a series of red digits.
Wind speed: 32m/s.
Resistance: 91M.
Maximum effective range: 327m.
Target distance L: 300m, well within range.
Everything was now in place. All she needed to do was lightly press the trigger to take Charlotte’s life in an instant. However, Cheyenne wasn’t here to kill today. She opened one eye and silently observed the figures gathering below.
As her gaze casually scanned the members of the Miller family, Cheyenne quickly overlooked them, failing to find the familiar figure she sought. She smirked wryly, revealing a touch of self-derision, then retracted her gaze, fixing her attention on Charlotte amidst the crowd.
Charlotte was gracefully kneeling before the eerie and cold statue. Soon, a wave of black light emanated from the statue, transforming from transparency to a dense black shade, ultimately enveloping Charlotte within its grasp.
“Ah!”
Perhaps the power of inheritance overwhelmed Charlotte, who was used to a life of luxury. Her white robe fluttered with the wind, a black vortex swirling behind her. Similar to entwining vines, it tightly encased Charlotte, soon transforming her into a massive cocoon.
At this moment, the motionless statue on the altar began to change. The mummified corpse, dead for over two centuries, absurdly came to life. The bloodshot eyes sparked!
Many thought they were seeing things and vigorously rubbed their eyes before looking again.
Oh my god!
The corpse actually moved. Its eyes emitted a faint red glow, and the rotating eyeballs surveyed the surroundings. Terrified, some of the delicate ladies dropped to their knees, frantically kowtowing to the mummified figure.
Even the Emperor, despite his broad experience, was stunned by the black radiance, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed nervously. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, and he could sense a chill running down his spine.
However, as the representative of a nation, he had to display composure in moments like this. Gripping the sword at his waist tightly, he pretended to be calm as he observed this bizarre scene.
“Look, the flowers are blooming!”
A shout from the crowd caught everyone’s attention, and though fearful, all eyes turned towards the source.
“They really are blooming!”
On the mummified corpse’s head, the flowers on the flower crown began to bloom one by one. Pink and white cherry blossoms intertwined and fluttered in the air, accompanied by a small black whirlwind.
Finally, they gracefully descended, akin to a romantic snowfall.
The air was filled with an intriguing scent, a strong fragrance mixed with a hint of sandalwood, masking the original odor of the corpse.
Those who inhaled the scent began to lose focus, their eyes becoming vacant, their pupils numb.
Fortunately, Cheyenne sensed something was amiss right away. She held her breath and breathed slowly.
Her two brilliant eyes stared intently at every move on the altar, unable to ignore Charlotte’s piercing and agonizing cries for help.
“Ah! Help… save me, Father!”
“It hurts so much, help me!”
“Ah… she’s sucking my blood, Father…”
Then, astonishingly, the mummified corpse began to change visibly at a speed that the naked eye could perceive. The shriveled, jet-black cheeks slowly plumped up, and the dark skin turned reddish-black due to the blood it had absorbed.
She was coming back to life!
The terrifying and eerie scene before them resembled special effects that one could only see in anime or TV dramas, yet it was happening right in front of everyone’s eyes.
“Hurry, the divine lord has appeared! Everyone, pay your respects to the divine lord.”
The Emperor gave the command, voluntarily kneeling down himself, followed closely by the Empress and the Crown Prince.
The Cabinet President knelt along with over a hundred officials and nobles.
Observing the scene, Rohan frowned, feeling that something was amiss. Throughout history, nothing like this had ever been recorded.
However, everyone around him had already kneeled down, and him being the only one standing would be too conspicuous.
After some thought, he also kneeled down.
As for Charlotte, he had no worries. The process of receiving the inheritance involved going through a thorough purification and suffering was inevitable.
Over twenty years ago, he had experienced the scorching sensation of being engulfed in flames, but at the last moment, he couldn’t endure and failed.
However, he still successfully became the head of the Miller family because his brother, the only one who passed the inheritance, had died.
As long as Charlotte endured this painful process, she could become the most powerful spellcaster and the head of the Miller family. She could definitely endure it.
His daughter, at such a young age, had already shown considerable ambition and a firm determination that he didn’t lose to. She could withstand this bit of pain.
On the altar, the massive black cocoon gradually became thinner, the radiance dissipated, and finally everything returned to the mummified body.
The person wrapped inside silently collapsed to the ground, but where was Charlotte?
All that remained on the ground was an empty, exquisite white robe, enveloping a pale skeletal frame.
A soft sound echoed–the golden hairpin fell onto the red carpet. The flowing black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, contrasting with the white skeleton, causing everyone’s pupils to contract.
Miss… where is Miss Charlotte Miller?
So, this is what the Miller family called inheritance?