Chapter 111: Injustice
Chapter 111: Injustice
The terrifying conjecture Baldwin IV had once made caused Lothar to immediately realize where he should allocate those newly acquired attribute points.
Spirit.
Only a powerful spirit could resist the erosion of the Dragonborn bloodline upon him. Furthermore, increasing his spiritual power would also allow him to better utilize the efficacy of Blood Magic.
The effect was immediate. As Lothar’s spiritual power exceeded twenty points, thoroughly making him a supernatural, the agitation previously emanating from his bloodline swiftly vanished.
But Lothar knew that the "tyrannical cruelty" and "wildness" rooted in the Dragonborn bloodline couldn’t possibly disappear so easily; they had merely chosen a temporary dormancy. As his bloodline continued to strengthen and awaken, the day they resurfaced would still come.
’Bang—’ The sound of a stone wall shattering echoed.
The somewhat heavy footsteps made Lothar alertly stand up, blood magic power gathering in his palm, re-condensing into a blade as crystalline as blood.
After this battle, his control over blood magic was already worlds apart from before. It was like someone who had personally commanded tens of thousands of troops finding it easy and skillful to then command a small unit.
"Milord, it’s me." The cool voice, however, sounded as melodious as music in Lothar’s ears.
"I’m here!" He hurried towards the source of the voice, only to find Banu cradling Fringilla, whose face was deathly pale and who had already lost consciousness.
A trace of panic appeared on Lothar’s face. He quickly strode forward and asked, "Fringilla, she... what happened to her?"