Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel

Charlotte naturally thought of Sebastian.

From the conversation between the warrior and the girl in the picture, it seemed that the tribe, which appeared to be descendants of the Free City State, had been invited by the Northern Territory Duke, and would soon meet Sebastian.

This presented a good opportunity, as she could completely establish contact with the other party through Sebastian.

Charlotte decided to act.

Her consciousness returned to her body, as she prepared to use her divine power and project her consciousness again, targeting Sebastian.

However, just as she was about to act, a beam of golden light joyously flew in from outside the window.

The light arrived in an instant, followed by pitiful crying:

"Wuwuwu… Great Your Majesty, you have finally awakened! If you hadn't awakened, I, this poor little sword, would have been driven insane by your believer's prayers!"

It was the Roman Sword.

The Wisdom Divine Artifact that had just been boasting in the courtyard had finally noticed Charlotte's awakening and hurried over to play the victim.

Charlotte gave it a half-smile and said,

"Oh? Driven insane? I just saw you by the window, weren't you chatting quite happily?"

The Roman Sword paused for a moment, then quickly said:

"Ahem... No! That was entirely to distract myself! Really! Being the core of the Faith Network is truly painful! Can you imagine thousands of flies around your ear..."

"Hmm?"

Charlotte glanced at it.

Realizing its slip of the tongue, the Roman Sword quickly corrected itself:

"Oh, no, bees...uh, yes, bees, thousands of bees constantly buzzing around your ear... really, imagine it, it's incredibly annoying!"

"Can you understand? I... I can only distract myself by chatting with others, otherwise, I'd really be driven insane by those prayers..."

Seeing the pitiful Roman Sword, Charlotte could indeed empathize.

She had experienced that feeling herself.

If it weren't for her ability to "block" most of the noise, she would not have endured it either.

Nonetheless, the Roman Sword had done well in completing its mission.

This was evident from the increase in the number of believers.

If it hadn't been for the Roman Sword, temporarily acting as the core of faith instead of Charlotte in bestowing Divine Grace, the number of true believers in Charlotte's Faith Network wouldn't have increased so much, so quickly.

Charlotte had just confirmed that aside from the quasi-believers of the Free Tribe, she had more than 28,000 true believers.

Moreover, the rapidly increasing number of believers after her awakening was also from this part.

Clearly, her Dark Night Church was likely conducting some evangelism in a place unknown to her.

Otherwise, the believers couldn't have increased so quickly.

Thinking this, Charlotte's gaze toward the Roman Sword softened.

Alright, although this fellow had revealed her identity everywhere, at least the mission she had assigned was well accomplished.

And, though it happened inadvertently, she had to admit that perhaps the support of the Roman Royal Family and the Fallen Star Nobles was somewhat due to their recognition of her through this device.

Nobles value lineage greatly, and this device's recognition could be considered an "official" verification of the Roman lineage.

"I understand, you've had a hard time, your mission is completed,"

Charlotte said.

After speaking, her divine power converged at her fingertips, gently tapping on the Roman Sword's blade.

The next moment, Charlotte erased the Roman Sword's authority from her Faith Network, making herself the direct recipient of believers' prayers again.

An overwhelming flood of prayers came in, giving Charlotte a headache.

She felt a stirring in her heart, the Divine Fire leaped, and she blocked out these voices, switching her Faith Network from "ringing" to "vibrating" mode.

"All right, that's enough insanity, come back now."

Charlotte stretched out her hand, summoning the Roman Sword.

But this time, the Roman Sword hesitated.

It trembled slightly, its voice filled with apprehension and hesitation:

"Great… Great Your Majesty, may I… may I not return to your Divine Artifact Space?"

"Hmm?"

Charlotte raised her eyebrows slightly.

"Ah… that… I feel quite good staying outside, entering your Conscious Space... the pressure is too much…"

The Roman Sword said weakly.

Charlotte: …

Of course, she knew where the pressure on the Roman Sword came from; it seemed to fear the Blood Holy Scripture greatly, only daring to tremble in a corner of her conscious space.

After thinking for a moment, she decided not to force it:

"Fine, if you don't want to go in, then don't, but try to keep a low profile when you're outside."

"You… You can rest assured! I will definitely be low-key!"

The Roman Sword instantly perked up.

Seeing its eager behavior, clearly wanting to run off and continue chatting, Charlotte couldn't be bothered to expose it.

"That's enough, off you go, I have other matters, don't bother me for now."

Upon hearing Charlotte's words, the Roman Sword, as if receiving amnesty, joyfully said:

"Alright! You go about your business, I'm off then!"

With that, it zipped out of the window.

Watching the Roman Sword leave with a greeting, free of its burden, Charlotte couldn't help but give a wry smile.

But the next moment, she saw the device cautiously poking half of its blade out from the edge of the window.

"What else is there?"