Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel

As for the populace of Romany Duchy who gathered around, they had already plunged into anger:

"Blasphemy! This is blasphemy! Lord Roman was right! This is a desecration to our Ancestor!"

"He cheated the ritual! He has tarnished Roman's glory! He desecrated our Ancestor and God!"

"He is not fit to be Roman's successor! He is not fit to inherit the throne!"

"Depose him! Depose him!"

The Demigod Romannus was a cultural symbol shared by the subjects of Romany Duchy and a hero in the hearts of the people.

Prince Henry, whose conspiracy had been exposed, had undoubtedly aroused public outrage.

For a moment, the masses raised their fists, hurling reproaches and curses at Prince Henry on the altar.

Watching his angry subjects and the indifferent nobles, Prince Henry felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

It was over.

He was finished.

He racked his brains but couldn't understand why the well-planned ritual had evolved into the current state, why the usually docile Roman Sword was so furious.

But he knew... he was finished.

Prince Henry lifted his head, seeking help from Duke Conte on the viewing platform. However... Duke Conte had averted his gaze, also showing a look of deep distress.

Prince Henry suddenly widened his eyes.

"Hmph, shameless blasphemer, the great Roman Sword has always been merciful! Tell me the origin of the blood you have stolen, and I may forgive your transgression!" the youthful voice rang out again, bearing an undeniable tone.

Having heard the Roman Sword's words, the accusations of the nobles and the curses of the people gradually quieted down.

Their gaze fell back on Prince Henry, their eyes now full of curiosity.

Clearly, someone else, who had activated the Covenant Book and infuriated the Roman Sword, had to exist.

And whoever could directly summon the Roman Sword must certainly be a member of the Roman family with a higher concentration of Bloodline!

But as everyone knew, the main branch of the Roman family had long been extinct. Both the Purple Lilac currently ruling Falling Star and the Red Lilac, which was allied through marriage, were only branches.

Merely a branch could not activate the Covenant Book – it might be possible for a Roman Descendant like Prince Henry, who had strengthened his bloodline through marriage.

But since Prince Henry was not the true activator, his bloodline might also be as problematic as the rumors suggested. Then... who was the true activator of the Covenant Book?

The Royal Family... could it be that they still had direct descendants of the Roman family?

Could it be that the direct descendants of the Roman family had not died out after all?

Perhaps the populace had not thought that far, just curious about the real individual who activated the Covenant Book.

The nobles of Falling Star, however, being well-versed and quick-witted, quickly speculated about more...

Obviously, Prince Henry was finished.

After today, his claim to the throne would certainly no longer be recognized by the Kingdom Council.

According to the agreement between the two Lilac families, when the current King lacked a legitimate heir, the successor would have to be chosen from the Red Lilac Family.

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For a moment, the eyes of Falling Star's nobles were all focused on Prince Henry, their expressions becoming more serious.

This was a question worth pondering.

After all, it was an almost open secret in noble circles that the Red Lilac Family likely had the support of the Bloodline.

Not all nobles in Falling Star Kingdom were happy to see the Bloodline take power again.

If there truly were direct descendants of Roman scattered abroad, then for the opposition nobility, it was an excellent opportunity.

Evidently, this direct descendant of the Roman family, hidden or even controlled by the Royal Family, must still have quite weak power and influence.

For ambitious nobles, what could be more surprising than this?

If things were really as they speculated, they... could altogether join forces, attempting to support a new King!

And even if they couldn't succeed, they could use it as a pretext to fight for more political power in the kingdom!

A series of meaningful glances fell upon Prince Henry, awaiting his answer.

On the first and second floors of the plaza, Duke Yoroc's expression also changed subtly as he involuntarily stood up.

Clearly, he had thought of this as well.

His expression was unpredictable, and finally, with a wry smile, he said to Yulster beside him:

"Yulster, it looks like Lord Castel has presented us with a difficult problem."

Upon hearing Duke Yoroc's words, Yulster opened his mouth but did not know how to respond.

He looked at the Divine Sword that had descended upon the square, his expression somewhat odd and hesitant.

True Ancestor above...

Could it be...

You foresaw this all along?

Before the altar,

Prince Henry's face was ashen, his expression one of defeat.

He knew there was no turning back the tide and that he couldn't hide the truth before a fully resurrected Divine Artifact.

That was a real Divine Artifact, of the same stature as the godlike Ancestor Romannus. Even if it did not possess the mighty power of other mythical beings of equal rank, it was not something mere mortals could deceive.

He opened his mouth, let out a resigned sigh, and began to answer despondently:

"It was Cast..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Just as he was about to articulate "Castel's" surname, a cluster of black and red flames suddenly engulfed him.

Prince Henry immediately let out a series of piercing screams.

He didn't get the chance to continue answering before he was rapidly consumed by the strange flames, quickly reduced to ashes...

At this sight, the crowd was stunned.

The nobles were stunned.

Even the Roman Sword suspended in the air was stunned.

Duke Yoroc, having risen to his feet, also froze for a moment before his face soured as if he realized something.

Two seconds later, a scream of terror rose from the crowd.

The Roman Sword let out an immature roar:

"Nais! You bastards!"

With that, the Divine Sword flickered with silver light, bursting forth in brilliant radiance, slashing toward the direction of the Holy Royal Court Church not far away.

The terrifying silver sword light tore through the sky, parted the clouds, and, like a meteor falling from heaven, struck the church, reducing it to rubble.

Meanwhile, within the church, a black shadow flew out, quickly escaping into the distance.

"Stop!"

The Roman Sword roared in fury.

It transformed into a silver arc of light, soaring into the sky, pursuing the fleeing shadow.

All of these shocking developments happened in the blink of an eye.

The nobles and the crowd in the square didn't even understand what was happening.

Only Duke Yoroc, standing on the second floor of a small building, grimly clenched his teeth:

"It's that madman Alek!"

"To strike at such a time; has he lost his mind? This is insane!"

Having said that, he tossed away the goblet in his hand, donned a black cloak, and with a leap, became a shadow himself, chasing in the direction of the Roman Sword's pursuit.

At the viewing stand, disguised as "Count Corimo", Albrecht showed a look of surprise:

"Hm?"

"Was that aura just now… from the young Blood Duke of Moon God Island—Alek Coldice Nais, and… Yoroc Nais of the Falling Star Kingdom?"

"Heh heh, interesting… very interesting! Have the branches of the Nais Family started stirring again?"

Albrecht smacked his lips with a look that seemed to relish the unfolding drama.

At that moment, a familiar voice echoed in the depths of his heart:

"Albrecht, go see what's happening."

It was the voice of Charlotte.

Albrecht's heart stirred.

He felt that the "True Ancestor's" voice sounded somewhat weary.

Without giving it much thought, he respectfully replied in his heart, "I humbly obey Your Oracle," placed down the half-eaten snacks from the VIP seat, and then with the astonished gazes of the surrounding nobles upon him, leaped up and also became a black shadow, flying in the direction of Duke Yoroc's pursuit.

On the plaza below, the bewildered and terrified people were left behind, still unaware of what had transpired.

"Just now… what did Prince Henry say? Was he silenced?"

"It sounded like… Cast?"

"Cast…?"

Their faces were pale, and they looked at each other with uncertainty.