Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel

Crimson fog spread, gradually swallowing the world around.

Watching the inscrutable crimson mist, Albrecht curled the corners of his mouth, beaming as he stared at the petrified Roman Sword:

"Look, Lord Roman, the master—His Lordship has already arrived."

Having said that, Albrecht suddenly turned and knelt on one knee towards the deepest part of the crimson fog and bowed respectfully:

"The source of all Bloodlines, the supreme and greatest Ancestor, your humble servant Albrecht, renders unto You the highest reverence..."

"Hehe, Albrecht, long time no see. You have become quite the silver-tongued one."

A light chuckle emerged from within the crimson fog, ethereal and lazy.

Hearing that voice which seemed to ring in the depths of one's heart, the Roman Sword stiffened slightly, even the flickering light of its blade becoming somewhat erratic.

The dense fog gradually dissipated, and the scenery around them shifted entirely.

Terrified, the Roman Sword "saw" that the landscape that was once a field had vanished, replaced by tall stone walls and simple murals.

It found itself within an austere ancient castle.

And before it, atop ascending layers of steps, a beautiful girl dressed in a black nobles' gown sat regally upon an ornate throne, woven with a pattern of thorns and roses.

The girl had splendid silver hair and a pair of dazzling golden-red pupils. She sat crossed-legged, her posture relaxed, and her expression filled with intrigue as she gazed at the Roman Sword.

After the girl appeared, Albrecht's posture became even more respectful.

He bowed deeply towards the throne, transformed into shattered black mist, and when the mist reconvened, he had appeared beside and just behind the throne.

He stood straight, his attitude reverent, as if ready at any moment to serve his mistress.

Charlotte glanced at him curiously, and noticing her scanning gaze, Albrecht quickly took out an exquisite goblet from his chest, poured her a glass of sweet milk, and respectfully presented the tray before her.

Charlotte: ...

"Is something amiss, my Lady? I observed Miss Odosia doing this at the inn," Albrecht asked respectfully.

Charlotte: ...

Watching the motions passed down from Odosia, who, in turn, had learned from Sebastian, she twitched the corner of her mouth, feeling a torrent of unspoken retorts, but in the end, she still took the glass:

"It's fine, I'm actually quite thirsty."

What a blunder!

Had I known this guy so adept at picking up these things, I should have sealed his magic power when I pulled him into the Dark Night Ancient Castle!

Charlotte sipped her drink "elegantly" while muttering to herself. She also wondered whether too many people knew of her fondness for milk...

Honestly, it wouldn't matter in private, but at this moment... it seemed somewhat incongruent with the image she projected.

However...

The taste is quite good. The milky flavor is very pure.

It appeared Albrecht had indeed put in the effort.

The Roman Sword didn't care about Charlotte and Albrecht's interaction.

In fact, it was hardly in the state of mind to think of anything else because the omnipresent Blood Divine Power around it, along with the scent originating from the drop of blood that had awakened it, undeniably proclaimed the girl's identity.

True Ancestor!

She... She is the Blood True Ancestor!

Is this... Is this the fabled Dark Night Ancient Castle?!

With the inherited memory, the Roman Sword naturally made such an assumption.

It wanted to burst forth with power and rip through this world to escape, but when it attempted to utilize its internal power, it was horrified to find that it had lost control of its Divine Power.

Not only that, but it could also feel its own divine power trembling.

Its power was exulting; its body was leaping with joy; while its True Spirit felt fear and terror, its body was exhilarated and full of anticipation.

Like a brook longing to return to the ocean, a child yearning for a mother's embrace, it was the "wayward child's" longing for "home."

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Apart from its own Artifact Spirit, its current body, the power within it, stemmed from her!

It's... it's over!

She truly intends to reclaim her power!

She wants to Devour my power just as she did the powers of those in the Bloodline Myth, to replenish Her own strength!

Feeling its near-undisciplined internal power, the Roman Sword was wrought with despair.

And at that moment, Charlotte finally turned towards it, and with a light laugh, said:

"So you are the Roman Sword... This is quite unexpected. In many ways, you are quite different from what I had imagined."

"But... Hehe, I never expected that the anger you displayed before was nothing but a bluff. Even I was fooled by you. I thought the Nais Clan's fools had angered you and made you unleash a power beyond the norm."

"I guess... by now, they must be wearing quite amusing expressions."

Confronted with Charlotte's seemingly all-seeing gaze, the Roman Sword grew even more terrified.

She... she... what does she mean by that?

Is she expressing her displeasure at being deceived by me?

Watching the Divine Sword trembling and retreating, Charlotte found it even more amusing.