"Indeed, the Crimson Queen herself had already fallen."
"Quiet! Charlotte de Castel, I respect you as a Favored of the deity, but that doesn't mean I can tolerate your blasphemy against our Lord!"
Upon hearing Charlotte's words, the Great Prophet Margo's expression changed drastically, her face showing anger as she scolded loudly.
"Blasphemy?"
Charlotte paused slightly.
Her gaze swept over the blood-drenched altar and various offerings in front of the tumor, and with a light sigh, she said,
"Offering the residual power of the Old Gods as sacrifices, and merging the bloodlines of various Mythical creatures..."
"Great Prophet, do you truly understand what you are doing?"
"If we're talking about blasphemy, the ceremony you are preparing for the deity...is the real blasphemy, isn't it?"
Great Prophet Margo stepped in front of Charlotte and said coldly,
