Chapter 410: The Blood Butcher’s Greatest Role—Establishing the Origin Blood Boundary

Every evening, Charlot Mecklenburg would undergo intense training with Juno. Recently, the training intensity had inexplicably doubled.

Although Charlot felt he was improving daily, he still rarely lasted beyond three moves in their combat practice.

What Charlot failed to notice was that Juno had been suppressing his strength to the eighth rank and had slowly increased it to the tenth rank over time.

That day, Charlot was once again pushed to his limits. After being disarmed by Juno in a single strike and gasping for breath, he heard Juno’s calm voice:

“The live-fire training ends here today. It’s time to move on to the next lesson.”

Charlot felt a brief surge of relief. While he valued the precious time spent under Juno’s rigorous training—worth more than tens of thousands of gold écus—he could not help but feel terrorized by it. The idea of switching to a new type of training immediately lightened his mood.

Juno continued,

“The Arthur Clan’s Blood Clan Verbal Spellcasting encompasses 261 different spells. You’ve already mastered the basics like the Blood Bat Technique and the Blood Explosion Technique. Now, it’s time for you to learn how to create a Blood Butcher.”

“The Arthur Clan consists of mages who are weak in close combat. That’s why we developed gunplay techniques and the Blood Butcher.”

“The Blood Butcher is our hound, our shield, our claws, and above all, our lifeline!”

“But do you know the greatest role of the Blood Butcher?”

Charlot shook his head, indicating he didn’t know.

Juno’s tone turned serious. “The Blood Butcher’s greatest role is to establish the Origin Blood Boundary.”

Charlot was visibly moved.

The Origin Blood Boundary and the Radiant Magic Array were renowned across the world, together known as the Ultimate Wall.

Charlot had witnessed the power of the Radiant Magic Array, impervious even to alchemical explosives. He had also seen the strength of the Origin Blood Boundary when an extraordinary vampire by Jonan’s side had set one up, rendering Charlot’s Anti-magic Armor-piercing Rounds ineffective.

He had always dreamed of constructing such a magic array for himself but lacked the required transcendent individuals and the corresponding secret techniques.

Though Charlot had several transcendent orc warriors under his command, their focus on Bloodfire Combat Energy meant they could neither power an Origin Blood Boundary nor inherit any related defensive magical traditions.

Juno pressed on:

“When you’ve raised enough Blood Butchers and can deploy the Origin Blood Boundary, even with your current strength, you’ll be able to stand your ground against low-ranked Saint-level opponents.”

Juno began explaining how to condense the Power Seed of the Blood Butcher, implant it into a warrior’s body, and control the Blood Butcher through the unique Power Seed. Listening intently, Charlot suddenly had an epiphany:

“My inability to sustain the Blood Rhinoceros stems from insufficient blood energy. If I can cultivate a group of Blood Butchers and channel their power into myself, wouldn’t that greatly extend my use of the Blood Rhinoceros?”

“With the Origin Blood Boundary in play, I might even stand a chance against low-ranked Saint-level opponents!”

“Perhaps I could face someone like Viggo or High Priest Auguslatin… though it’s unlikely to be effective against someone like Herolf.”

Juno’s lecture was incredibly detailed, and Charlot was halfway through learning the technique when a troubling realization hit him. He asked,

“Teacher Juno, are you leaving?”

Juno smiled faintly.

“The alliance has been established, and I should have returned to Byron long ago. I had hoped to train you for a while longer, but Byron is facing a small problem, and I must go back to deal with it.”

“It’s a pity—I won’t get to see my old friend ascend to the throne.”

Charlot fell silent and redoubled his focus on learning.

In addition to imparting the secret technique for creating Blood Butchers, Juno also shared fundamental spells from the Arthur Clan, building an exceptionally solid foundation for Charlot. Despite knowing Juno’s true motive—hoping Charlot would one day transform into a vampire and join the Blood Clan—Charlot harbored no resentment toward the Blood Clan’s strongest warrior.

Charlot was well aware, however, that succumbing to such temptation would mean losing everything he held dear—his life in Fars Empire, his friends, the West Wind Knight Order, and even Annie.

Especially Annie.

Power and status were the least of his concerns. Becoming a vampire would sever his ties with humanity forever.

After delivering his final words, Juno smiled faintly.

“Feel free to visit me in Byron. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a human friend come by.”

“Bretagne refuses to take even a single step into Byron,” he added with a chuckle. “And Constantine… he’ll soon no longer be human.”

Charlot couldn’t help but chuckle lightly, but the sound soon faded. Juno’s offhand remarks carried a chilling undertone.

The Earl of Bretagne dared not set foot in Byron, where he would undoubtedly face attacks from the Blood Clan. As for Viscount Constantine, the prospect of his transformation into a vampire would surely shock the entire Old Continent.

After all, he was the Black Phoenix Dynasty’s strongest warrior.

Such a development would herald the empire’s fall.

The Black Phoenix Dynasty was on the brink of being divided up.

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Charlot opened his eyes, emerging from Juno’s Dreamscape. The morning sun was already high, its rays brighter than usual. It seemed Juno had dragged out their session longer than planned.

Sighing softly, Charlot murmured to himself, “Another day I won’t make it to work.”

He spent the morning idling at 221B Baker Street. Around noon, the front door swung open, and Annie walked in with her key. Seeing Charlot sitting there, dazed, she laughed and teased,

“Skipping work again today?”

Charlot grinned.

“Dock my pay then! You’re a high-ranking official in the Central Government Office, after all. You oversee tardiness, early departures, and leave, don’t you?”

Feigning seriousness, Annie pulled out a document.

“Consider yourself fined…”

“Oh wait, you’re not officially in the Office yet!” she quipped.

“Maybe tomorrow I’ll ask Father to sign the paperwork appointing you as Director.”

Charlot had indeed seized the position of authority in the Central Government Office, but the official royal decree from Emperor Bretagne had yet to be issued—only because the Emperor himself had yet to ascend the throne.

The two shared a laugh, and hand in hand, they went out for lunch.

Despite having a team of servants at their disposal, Annie preferred to dine quietly with Charlot at an unassuming restaurant. She cherished the tranquility of those moments, free from interruptions, basking in the simple joy of being with him.

As they ate and chatted, a commotion broke out on the street. A stately convoy paraded by outside, its carriages adorned with the royal emblem of the golden pheasant tail flower.

Exchanging surprised glances, Charlot and Annie realized the convoy belonged to a prince of the royal family.

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