Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel

And moreover, the things he retained might have actually been his main purpose.

Now that Charlotte had revealed her identity, Albrecht, already a contracted Blood Servant, could no longer hide.

"Are you also interested in the ceremony of recognition for the Roman Sword?"

Charlotte asked with interest.

Albrecht was momentarily stunned, and then, seemingly realizing something, said sheepishly,

"Sort of."

"Sort of?"

Charlotte furrowed her brows.

She was not satisfied with this answer.

Clearly, even now, Albrecht still had some reservations, still holding something back.

Charlotte's gaze became more detached.

She put away her smile and looked at Albrecht calmly, stating,

"I want an exact answer."

The Blood Servant Contract in his soul flickered again, and his blood power trembled along with it.

Facing Charlotte's unquestionable gaze, Albrecht felt a tingling in his scalp.

He didn't want to answer the question, but bound by the contract, he couldn't refuse, and finally had to honestly say,

"I came to look for the Faceless Divine Statue."

"You took the Faceless Divine Statue, so I had to look for a new replacement. It's very likely that the Roman Sword sealed here in the Romany Duchy could be one, so... I thought I'd try my luck during the ceremony."

After hearing Albrecht's words, Charlotte raised her eyebrows:

"You knew there was a Faceless Divine Statue here?"

"It's... just a possibility..."

Albrecht replied.

Charlotte gave him a look, half-smirking,

"You did not mention this in the memories you imprinted."

Albrecht's expression tightened, his face filled with embarrassment.

He gave a dry laugh and explained somewhat guiltily,

"You... You originally needed all memories regarding the Bloodline. I indeed imprinted everything."

"However, at that time, the news about the Romany Duchy was only my conjecture. I was worried I might be mistaken, so... I didn't rashly add it..."

Charlotte looked at him deeply.

Albrecht immediately bowed his head obediently, eyes fixed resolutely ahead.

It was just that he was too tall.

Standing nearly 1.9 meters tall, Albrecht's earnest posture of admitting his faults in front of the considerably shorter Charlotte looked somewhat comedic.

Obviously, Albrecht's scheming was more extensive than Charlotte had imagined.

He might not have been certain about the news concerning the Faceless Divine Statue of the Romany Duchy before, but even as a conjecture, involving the relics of True Ancestors, it should have been reported truthfully.

But Charlotte had nothing to blame him for.

After all, subjugating a Blood Servant under forceful conditions, and managing to make a legend into a Blood Servant was already lucky for her. Some minor scheming was inevitable.

It was just that Albrecht, unaware of Charlotte's true nature and seeing her as a resurrected Blood True Ancestor, definitely had more tactics to hide.

However, whatever the case, since she had already taken him as a Blood Servant, some lessons were still necessary.

Thinking this, Charlotte directed her gaze towards Albrecht.

Blood Divine Power quietly circulated, connecting with the Blood Servant Contract mark between them.

In an instant, Albrecht felt the contract imprint in his soul burst into brilliance; a crimson light swallowed everything in a flash.

The world around them suddenly disappeared.

Albrecht horrifiedly found himself once again in the grand and solemn Dark Night Ancient Castle.

The "Blood True Ancestor" sat high upon the throne, looking down at him as if he were an insignificant ant.

Only, unlike the last time when he had just stood below, he was now hung on a cross.

Below the cross were burning flames, and around the cross floated menacing swords.

The flames swiftly engulfed Albrecht's body, while the hovering swords flew towards him, piercing through his heart...

The soul-searing and heart-piercing agony made Albrecht emit a harrowing scream. He wanted to struggle, but bound to the cross, he could do nothing.

He didn't know how much time had passed.

It might have been a year, or perhaps many years. The painful punishment and torture seemed to extend infinitely in the mortal world, becoming eternal.

Only when Albrecht was almost unable to bear it did everything quietly vanish.

The world had returned to reality.

There was no Dark Night Ancient Castle, no cross, and no punishment, yet he still stood on the viewing platform.

However, the lingering pain in his soul reminded him that he had indeed just been punished by the True Ancestor.

The pain in his soul caused Albrecht's face to become unusually pale, and he swayed slightly, barely able to keep himself steady.

Facing him, Charlotte, who had used the Blood Servant Contract to control Illusion Magic with Blood Divine Power to punish Albrecht, also felt weak in the body, barely maintaining her composure without losing her demeanor on the spot.

Legends will ultimately be legends.

More than a month had passed since the legendary battle at Lutecia, and though Albrecht's injuries were not fully healed, he was no longer in the severely injured state he had been in initially.

Without undergoing True Ancestor Liberation, Charlotte, only a Blood Viscount of the Silver Moon Peak, found it somewhat challenging to suppress the opponent merely with Blood Divine Power and the Blood Servant Contract.

The constraints of the contract were manageable, as the Blood Servant was one of the highest levels of Soul Contract, and this had nothing to do with strength—it was simply difficult to defy.

But direct suppression of power was another matter altogether.

Merely the punitive Illusion Technique had almost completely drained Charlotte's spiritual power, nearly turning her into a husk!

The Blood Holy Scripture emitted a faint glow, as the Blood Divine Power silently transformed, and crimson Divine Power flowed, turning into a babbling stream of spiritual energy to replenish Charlotte's spiritual power.

Charlotte then felt much more at ease.

She exhaled lightly, her demeanor calm and unperturbed, showing no sign to Albrecht of her struggle.

"This is just a minor punishment, not to be repeated."

Charlotte stated indifferently.

After speaking, she gave Albrecht a meaningful glance,

"Remember, I detest concealment and betrayal."

Hearing Charlotte's emotionless words, Albrecht immediately got goosebumps.

He trembled slightly, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were completely overtaken by fear.

Is this… the power of the Blood True Ancestor?

Just now… he truly felt as if his soul was about to be torn apart!

Merely with a look, he had fallen into an endless Illusion of punishment. If he hadn't been released voluntarily at the end, he might have forever sunk down, ultimately dying under the torment of his soul!

Recalling the recent Illusion Realm and the surrounding Blood Divine Power that made him shudder, Albrecht could no longer muster any will or consciousness to resist.

He bowed tremblingly, his voice quivering as he responded,

"Albrecht understands, Albrecht… thanks you for your mercy."

Seeing the Legendary Bloodline completely subdued, Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief internally.

Her face remained expressionless as she spoke indifferently,

"Tell me, what do you plan to do with the Faceless Divine Statue now that you are in Roman?"

Charlotte was curious.

Since learning from Odosia that the space sealing the Roman Sword might be related to the Ancient Hall, she had also been contemplating how to proceed conveniently.

Now that Albrecht had approached her, it might just provide her with some reference.

Upon hearing Charlotte's question, Albrecht hesitated slightly before saying,

"My original plan was to disrupt the Ancestor's recognition ceremony, and take advantage of the crucial moment of the ceremony to steal the defenseless Roman Sword…"

"Then, through the Roman Sword, gain the Faceless Divine Statue." C.o&n#tent& firs%t re&l*ea&se*d. on M-_&V-LEM!_$P%YR.

Nice move.

Was this guy also planning to disrupt the ceremony?

However, this was much cruder than the plan she and the Nais Clan had.

No wonder countries in Mireya disliked the Blood Demon Sect so much—plans to cause destruction every day, it would be strange not to be disliked.

But...

Original plan?

"Original plan?"

Charlotte raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, the original plan,"

Albrecht nodded.

"After coming to Roman, I detected the presence of many from the Nais Bloodline, including some acquaintances."

"It seems the Nais Clan is also planning something big."

"I intended to explore tonight and adjust the action plan, but I didn't expect… to run into you."

After speaking, Albrecht glanced at Charlotte, hesitated for a moment, and asked cautiously,

"Lord Count, you seem to be very familiar with Yulster of the Nais Clan…"

"Have you… already subdued the Nais Clan?"