Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel

Duke Yoroc was very frustrated.

According to the plan, the Nais Clan could have taken the succession right of Falling Star Kingdom and reclaimed the Roman Sword in one fell swoop.

But now, the situation was a mess due to the death of Prince Henry, which had firmly pitted them against the king. If they were not careful, even the Nais Clan, which had intended to stay behind the scenes, might be forced into the open.

And as for the Roman Sword, that was even worse. What could have been a successful negotiation to reach an agreement had ended up angering the other party!

From a factual standpoint, cooperating with Count Castel and choosing her to sabotage the Roman ceremony might have been somewhat ill-considered, but it was still within a controllable state.

On the side of Moon God Island, however, they had completely bankrupted the entire plan!

Thinking about this, Yoroc was so angry he couldn't stand it.

Especially since a certain bastard had assured him, after causing trouble, that he would be able to forcibly take control of the Roman Sword, only to run away!

"Alek! You bastard! Stop right there!"

Duke Yoroc, transformed into a shadow bat, yelled angrily.

Seeing the group of shadow bats chasing after him from behind, the Bloodline Elf in front ran even faster.

"Cough cough, Lord Yoroc, why are you chasing me? Change directions! Isn't this just offering the Roman Sword a chance to catch us all at once?"

Duke Alek coughed lightly.

"Bullshit! There's only one direction back to Falling Star, you bastard, why didn't you change direction?"

Duke Yoroc was even more furious.

"Um... I'm just more familiar with this route. You could run towards the Castel Domain; aren't they allies of Nais?"

"I've had it! Running into the territory of a Bloodline Myth we don't fully know? Why don't you go?"

"Tch! The alliance treaty was signed with Falling Star Islands, not Moon God Island."

"You...! I knew it, I knew it! You did it on purpose to sabotage the Returning Star Plan, didn't you! You bastard! When we get back to Falling Star, I'll make sure to impeach you at the Elder Council!"

"Cough cough... Lord Yoroc, it's a misunderstanding, a true misunderstanding. Who knew the power of the Roman Sword would suddenly become so strong, eh? Wait, that's not right, you choosing the same direction as me, aren't you planning to outrun me? Lord Yoroc, that's not very honorable."

"Damn it! Do you think everyone is as sneaky as you? Even at this time, splitting up to run, do you want the Roman Sword to defeat us one by one? It's getting faster!"

The two Bloodline Legends argued while fleeing toward the north.

However, as they fled, Duke Yoroc felt something was off.

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"Hmm? Why does it feel... like the aura of the Roman Sword has disappeared?"

He frowned and turned his head, but there was no trace of the Roman Sword behind him, only a clear sky.

Duke Yoroc felt even more uneasy.

"Alek! Stop for a moment!"

"Look, Lord Yoroc, are you still thinking about forcibly controlling the Roman Sword? With its current state, I'm thinking of avoiding the edge for now. If you want to go after it, you can do it yourself."

"Bastard! You disgrace to the Bloodline! Hurry and look back; something doesn't seem right!"

Duke Yoroc cursed.

Upon hearing him, the Bloodline Elf Alek turned his head back, and upon not seeing any trace of the Roman Sword behind them, he too let out a surprised cry:

"Hmm? Where did the Roman Sword go? Wasn't its speed increasing? Could it be planning to cut us off from the front? No...no that's not right, why does it feel like its aura has completely disappeared?"

Duke Yoroc's eyebrows were tightly knitted.

His speed gradually slowed down and he eventually stopped altogether.

His inner magic power circulated, preparing to flee at any moment, while Duke Yoroc's gaze remained fixed on the distant horizon.

However, after a moment, aside from a flock of "caw-cawing" crows, there was nothing in the sky.

Where was the Roman Sword?

Duke Yoroc's expression was puzzled.

Noticing his actions, the Bloodline Elf Alek hesitated for a moment, then also cautiously stopped, cautiously moving closer to Duke Yoroc.

Looking at the empty distant sky, he blinked:

"Uh...it really didn't follow us, did the Roman Sword...lose track of us? I remember its intelligence seemed quite touching."

"Lose track? Hmph, it had already locked onto our aura, could it still lose track? As for intelligence... do you think the intelligence it displayed during the previous ceremony is still that of a ten-year-old child? It has changed, clearly its strength has recovered!"

Duke Yoroc said irritably.

However, as he spoke, his face suddenly stiffened.

"Lord Yoroc, what's...wrong with you?"

The Bloodline Elf took a cautious step away from Duke Yoroc before asking with "concern."

Duke Yoroc did not respond to him but kept his eyebrows tightly furrowed as he looked in the direction from which they had fled.

During the time the two had stopped to talk, there was still no sign of the Roman Sword behind them.

Realizing something, Duke Yoroc's expression changed:

"Not good! We've been tricked! We've both been fooled!"

With that, Duke Yoroc suddenly sped up, turning back the way they came.

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The Nais Clan's stronghold in Romany Duchy.