Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel

True Ancestor!

She is the True Ancestor!

The young Earl of Castel is the Blood True Ancestor!

Albrecht's expression was one of horror, and his heart was engulfed by a terrifying tidal wave.

Nearly instinctively, he leaped aside, quickly distancing himself from the girl with whom he had just been so eager to engage, his body's magic power in tumult, overtaken by an urge to flee at once.

However, Charlotte's voice, enchanting as a siren's call, resounded devilishly in his ear...

"Lord Albrecht, what seems to be the matter? Are you feeling unwell?"

Charlotte's voice remained crisp and melodious.

She looked at Albrecht with a smile, innocent and serene, like a radiant angel.

But Albrecht felt even worse now.

Now, aware of her identity, the girl in his eyes was no innocent "angel" at all, but a "devil" clad in an "angel's" guise!

She... she... she must have recognized his identity already!

Albrecht's heart seized with fear, and he desperately wanted to flee.

Yet, in the face of her radiant smile, his legs felt as heavy as lead; even the flow of his magic seemed less smooth.

That was due to sheer terror...

And the thought of his recent forward approach and various grievances against the True Ancestor—both overt and covert—made Albrecht's face turn green with dread.

Damn it!

What... what on earth had he just said in front of the True Ancestor!

Recalling his attempts at conversation and flirtation, Albrecht felt naked as a jester, wishing he could slip into a crack in space and seal himself away forever!

"No... no... tru... cough, I mean... Lord Castel, I'm quite fine, remarkably well, in fact. I was just... just lost in the starry sky for a moment... lost in thought..."

Albrecht swallowed hard and forced out a stiff smile, speaking tentatively.

He wasn't foolish.

Since the True Ancestor had not revealed her identity, even though he had realized who she was, he did not dare to show it.

However, he believed that she must already know he was aware of her true identity.

Her recent words must have been a warning.

A warning to abandon any thoughts of escape.

Certainly...

His earlier complaints must have incurred a debt in her mind!

Albrecht's heart was heavy with the bitterness of regret, silently cursing his fate.

The True Ancestors he remembered were not known for their generosity; they were vengeful and unforgiving beings, whose wrath even gods would face for any offense!

Not to mention himself, forcibly bound as a Blood Servant and now having offended her face-to-face!

Albrecht wished more than anything to return to the moment before he left New Moon, to give his past self a good slap.

Why did he have to run to the Romany Duchy?

Didn't he know it bordered the Castel Domain controlled by the True Ancestor?!

Boasting that the True Ancestor surely wouldn't come here, and yet directly colliding with her!

Moreover, flirting...

Complaining and ridiculing behind her back...

He must have been insane, he forgot to act prudently. It was blatant sacrilege in the presence of a God, speaking ill of Her right to Her face; he was courting death!

At that moment, Albrecht felt his guts twist with regret.

"Is that so? I thought you were a little nervous after hearing who I was from Lord Yulster, but if that's not the case, then I'm glad to hear it. Talking with you has indeed been quite pleasant."

Charlotte said with a smile after hearing Albrecht's words.

As she spoke, she gracefully took a juice from a tray carried by a passing waiter, took a delicate sip, and flashed a sweet smile:

"If it's alright with you, don't take Lord Yulster's words to heart. After all, the person communicating with you right now is not an earl but just a girl looking for stories and a bit of fun."

Charlotte's movements were graceful and dignified, her smile bright and sweet.

The light from the banquet hall's crystal chandelier illuminated her, making her look like a charming little angel, her radiant smile as warming as thawing spring.

But Albrecht could not feel any warmth.

Only horror remained in his heart. BroughttoyoubythefolksatMV|LEMPYR.

The more she smiled, the more horrified he became.

Just a girl looking for stories?

What... what did that mean?

Was it a reminder not to disclose her identity?

And... looking for a bit of fun?

Was that a threat?

A warning?

Did she intend to make a plaything of him?

Albrecht's mind couldn't keep up.

However, the usually cautious man knew that at times like this, he needed to be especially compliant, heed the words of the superior being, and flatter...

Taking a deep breath, Albrecht also managed a strained smile.

Mimicking Charlotte, he too picked up a goblet of fruit wine from the waiter's tray and brought it to his lips:

"Look... You see, I... I'm not nervous, not the slightest bit nervous."

"Being able to converse with you... I... I too find it delightful, ahahaha..."

Albrecht smiled stiffly.

He brought the goblet to his lips but hardly any wine made it into his mouth.