Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel
Chapter 102: -90- Response of the Deity

Chapter 102: -90- Response of the Deity

Outer City District, Rose Manor.

A heavy rain had washed away the bloodshed from yesterday’s battle, leaving no traces except for the trampled rose bushes in the garden and the residual magic burns on the buildings. No one would have guessed that a fierce battle had taken place here last night.

In the manor’s healing room, the werewolf Luf looked at the sub-human maid lying on the bed and said in a deep voice,

"Misha, don’t worry, I have already posted a bounty in the black market to find a Second Tier healer to treat your throat."

"Just rest well for now, I’m here to look after the manor."

"What happened to Misha?"

A warm and familiar voice came from behind.

Luf’s heart skipped a beat, and he instinctively turned around, then immediately exclaimed with joy,

"President! You’re back?!"

"Shh..."

Sebastian, dressed in a black tailcoat, elegantly placed his index finger on his lips,

"I still have some troubles with me, don’t tell the others yet."

Luf immediately understood and nodded,

"Alright."

After that, Sebastian looked at his sub-human maid,

"Injured?"

"Misha is too fiery-tempered. Last night, to protect the secrets of the Rose Association, she bit off her tongue," Luf said solemnly.

Sebastian frowned and cursed coldly,

"Those bastards scheming against the Rose Association, I will make them pay sooner or later!"

After he spoke, he looked back at the werewolf Luf,

"I’ve heard about last night’s events; the master saved you all, but... I don’t know the details, and the master didn’t tell me either. Can you explain it to me?"

"President, it’s like this..."

Luf honestly told him everything that had happened the previous night.

Hearing his account, Sebastian was taken aback,

"You mean... you all passed the test of the Holy Light Judgment?"

"Yes, only a few didn’t... and among those who failed, many were those I’d already planned to expel from the association," Luf said.

After speaking, he couldn’t help but ask,

"President, how did Lord Charlotte manage to do it? I really don’t think we could have passed the test... After all, we’re not believers of the Holy Royal Court... "

Sebastian didn’t answer but gave Luf a meaningful look,

"Luf, do you know why, on the first day of pledging loyalty to Castel, I brought you and the maids from the Blood Wolf Tribe to meet the master at the manor?"

The werewolf Luf scratched the back of his head and shook it in confusion,

"No idea."

"Hey, you’ll find out someday. I guess... being saved by the master might also be a reward for your years of perseverance," Sebastian said with a slight smile.

The werewolf Luf tilted his head, not quite understanding his president’s words.

But Sebastian did not continue to explain.

Although he didn’t know how Lady Dark Night had managed it, given her status, he wasn’t surprised by any action she took,

Let alone the faith of these werewolves...

Suddenly thinking of something, Sebastian asked,

"Luf, over all these years, are you sure your Blood Wolf Tribe never changed its faith and still worships the Blood True Ancestor?"

Sebastian hadn’t noticed, but as he uttered the words "Blood True Ancestor," the magic lamp in the healing room flickered slightly and the half-open window trembled as if a breeze had passed through it.

At the same time, far away in Castel Manor, someone had also heard his call.

The werewolf Luf paused for a moment, then nodded solemnly,

"Yes, the legends of our totem bestowed us with wisdom, and our faith as werewolves is always in the great True Ancestor."

"Then, having received no response over the years, many in your tribe came to believe that the Blood True Ancestor had already fallen?"

Sebastian asked again,

"Since the Millennium Blood War, we have lost contact with the deities; by now, perhaps only our last remaining branch that once followed the Bloodline of Royal Authority still holds onto the faith."

The werewolf, Luf, sighed softly, his expression forlorn.

Sebastian seemed thoughtful.

He touched his chin, then suddenly said,

"Luf, do you think... there might be a chance that the great Blood True Ancestor has not fallen?"

"Could it be that the way you normally pray is incorrect?"

Upon hearing Sebastian’s words, Luf was stunned.

"Incorrect method? But... Lord President, our Blood Wolf Tribe’s prayer rituals have been passed down for thousands of years; there couldn’t possibly be any mistake..."

"What if, though? Thousands of years is a long period, even for us elves who must look up to such years, and any inheritance could be lost, let alone for you who have wandered for so many years and gone through battle after battle, even praying without the Holy Emblem."

Sebastian shook his head.

Luf furrowed his brow, somewhat puzzled,

"Do you mean..."

"What I mean is, perhaps change the method next time you pray; it might have a miraculous effect."

Sebastian spoke with a significant tone.

As he spoke, he took out a parchment from his bosom and handed it to Luf,

"Next time you pray, try using this symbol."

Without thinking, Luf unfolded the parchment, only to see a thorny rose symbol drawn on it.

"Thorny... rose? President, isn’t this the information about the Evil God you bought from Lord Nisi? Are you suggesting... we should turn to the Evil God?"

The werewolf’s eyes widened.

"Cough, cough, cough... Evil God? What Evil God? Show some respect!"

Sebastian glared.

After speaking, he paused, then added meaningfully,

"I mean to say, include this symbol in your prayers."

Include this symbol?

Could the symbols of deities be added just like that?

Werewolf Luf appeared somewhat bewildered.

"Alright, don’t worry about it too much, just listen to me and add it next time you pray; I wouldn’t harm you."

Watching the clueless expression on the werewolf’s face, Sebastian felt the urge to facepalm.

These werewolf males are tall and strong, the females shapely and seductive to the eye, nearly all of them born Transcendents, but unfortunately, they lacked a bit of intelligence.

He had hinted so clearly, he couldn’t just say that the direction of the thorny rose points to the great Blood True Ancestor, right?

Sebastian had always known that the werewolves he sheltered revered the Blood Totem.

After guessing Lady Dark Night’s identity, his first visit to the manor was with nearly all the sub-human maids, hoping to curry favor in this way.

Sadly, Lady Dark Night had not responded, leaving him unsure of her thoughts, appearing as if she did not wish to recognize her followers.

He had thus never mentioned it again, fearing it might displease the deity.

But now that he knew Lady Dark Night had sheltered the werewolves last night, Sebastian was aware that at least Lady Dark Night did not despise those werewolves.

Thinking about it now, perhaps it was the werewolf’s way of praying that was incorrect, which led to Lady Dark Night’s dissatisfaction and lack of response.

It was inappropriate for him to guess the thoughts of a deity, but as a favored servant, he felt it was necessary to bridge the gap between them.

After all, faith also played a part in the deity’s resurgence.

Speaking the truth directly seemed less meaningful and might also displease Lady Dark Night.

Thus, Sebastian decided to simply hint a bit to these werewolves, letting them earn Lady Dark Night’s attention themselves.

"Alright, just remember this, I also have another favor to ask of you."

"You know Jordan, the third son of the Gaston family, right? Find a way to bring him to me, don’t leave any traces... best to make it look like the work of one of Gaston’s enemies."

Sebastian changed the subject.

Upon hearing his words, Werewolf Luf turned serious:

"Jordan, the third son of the Gaston family?"

"President, it concerns the Drunk Dream Saloon investigation you asked me about? As it happens... I also have some information to report to you."