Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel
Chapter 162: -1- Blood Believers (2-in-1)

Chapter 162: -1- Blood Believers (2-in-1)

"The most exalted True Ancestor..."

"Embodiment of darkness and shadow..."

"Progenitor of all Bloodlines..."

"Your devoted and humble Descendant seeks guidance here..."

"..."

Within the brilliantly lit secret chamber,

A werewolf named Luf, cloaked in a black hood, led many werewolves, fervently raising a crimson Holy Emblem fashioned from thorny roses, praying zealously to the altar.

That altar was engraved with intricate and complex Magic Patterns and bore a throne made of thorny roses, emanating a crimson glow as the many werewolves prayed.

In the hazy light, the lead werewolf Luf faintly heard an ethereal and majestic voice resounding beside his ear.

Mists of crimson fog diffused around the altar, and a bloody light enveloped Luf.

And all Luf felt was a warm power flooding into his body, filling him with strength!

It was a Blessing!

It was the blessing from the great True Ancestor!

Luf’s face was flush with excitement.

He committed the fleeting, elusive voice that echoed in his ear deep into his heart and fervently bowed in the direction of the altar:

"Great True Ancestor, Your devout and humble Descendant will surely remember Your guidance!"

"Your guidance... is the direction of our lives!"

The crimson brilliance on the altar gradually disappeared, and the ecstatic Luf slowly rose to his feet, turning around.

He faced the multitude of werewolves and declared in a solemn voice:

"Fellows! Eight months have passed since we reestablished contact with the great Ancestor..."

"Just now, the great True Ancestor has again bestowed upon us an Oracle..."

"The Holy Royal Court has noticed the activities of our Dark Night Church, and next... we must head north, leaving Bold."

"Brothers, the True Ancestor’s gaze is upon us."

"For the sake of our Great Ancestor’s swift return to the Peak, and for the future of the werewolves, let the crimson light...spread northward with our steps!"

"Praise... the True Ancestor!"

Luf shouted with emotion.

"Praise the True Ancestor!"

The other werewolves also chanted loudly.

...

In Castel Manor, within a luxurious small drawing room,

a beautiful blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl dressed in an exquisite gown sat elegantly on a silk chair.

It was a white bodice gown with golden patterns, elegant and dignified, accentuating the already beautiful girl’s nobility, with a touch of maturity amidst her youthful charm.

She gently massaged her temples, looking apologetically at the Judgement Knight in front of her:

"I’m sorry... Sir Knight, I felt a bit dizzy just now and didn’t hear your question clearly. Could you repeat it, please?"

Struggling to shift his gaze away from the increasingly stunning visage of the girl, the Judgement Knight took a deep breath, composed himself, and said:

"Countess Castel, you are the first Noble of Bold to come into contact with the power of the Dark Night God. Regarding this... you really have no clue?"

"Sir Knight, I truly am sorry. As a devout Holy believer, I have always shunned these matters of alien gods... You know, my grandmother was once bewitched by the Blood Demon Church, and I nearly got killed as a result..."

"Well, we have noted your statement, and thank you for your cooperation. If you recall anything or come across any clues related to the Dark Night God or the Dark Night Church, please send someone to report to the Judgement Court immediately."

The Judgement Knight said earnestly.

"Oh, by the way..."

Having said that, he rose from his seat, his solemn expression softening, and his tone became much gentler:

"Countess Castel, on behalf of the Judgement Court and the Great Knight, I congratulate you on coming of age, and may the holy light be with you forever!"

The girl also stood up, curtsying and revealing a genuinely lovely smile:

"Thank you for your blessings, and may the holy light be with you as well!"

The Judgement Knight left shortly, and after watching him depart, the girl’s smile slowly faded.

She picked up the goblet on the table and sipped delicately at the creamy milk, falling into contemplation.

"Meow! Miss Charlotte, it seems the Judgement Court takes the Dark Night God very seriously, huh? It’s been so long, yet they’re still trying to investigate, even digging up secrets about the thorny rose."

"To pick today of all days to inquire, these knights from the Judgement Court really have no sense of occasion!"

Black Cat Nisi twisted its rotund body, hopping down from the chair, and skillfully picked up the milk jug to graciously fill the girl’s cup.

"It’s fine; we’re leaving here soon anyway."

Charlotte was unconcerned, gently shaking her head.

"Then you must keep an eye on your ’Favored’. The intelligence of werewolves... may not withstand the investigation of the Holy Royal Court."

"I have made arrangements."

The girl replied indifferently.

"Meow! That’s good! I’m already so eager to follow you to the Castel Domain. I’ve heard that the salmon from Star Moon Strait is exceptionally delicious!"

Nisi licked its paw, expressing anticipation.

Charlotte glanced at it oddly.

This creature... once so eager to run away at any given chance, now had apparently accepted that it would be accompanying her to Castel Domain.

After speaking, the Black Cat slinked away from the drawing room.

And Charlotte was left in deep thought.

A whole year had elapsed since she arrived in this world.

After eliminating the Blood Demon Church’s influence in Bold and sending away the Great Priest, she had welcomed quite a lengthy period of free development.