Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel
Chapter 326: -82- Not even a True Ancestor can save you now!

Chapter 326: -82- Not even a True Ancestor can save you now!

After a dizzying sense of weightlessness passed, Yulster returned to reality.

It was still that dimly lit room, still the candlelight so faint that it seemed it could extinguish at any moment.

Everything he had just experienced felt like an illusory dream.

But sensing the thorny rose insignia newly etched deep within his soul, Yulster knew it was all real.

He had truly succeeded in summoning the god behind Castel.

It was just that... no one had expected this god to be the Bloodline’s Ancestor, who had been missing for two thousand years!

Reflecting on the various legends about the Blood True Ancestor, Yulster sighed inwardly.

He knew that from now on he was utterly without freedom.

No matter what promises that being made, it couldn’t change the fact that he had become prospective fodder, and that he could be devoured at any moment.

What he could do from here on was either to try pleasing that being as best he could or simply lower the being’s interest in him, and then... live on carefully, fearfully, with difficulty.

Crap!

This was even worse than making a subservience covenant with Elder Maxim or becoming a Blood Servant!

At least with the latter, although one also lost freedom, as long as one persevered, there might be a chance to regain it!

At this very moment, Yulster wished he could cross back to the time before he drew the thorny rose and then fiercely slap himself several times.

The Duke had said numerous times not to offer prayers to a strange god.

And now, the first time he did it, the retribution came instantly.

Yet, what was done could not be undone; he could only lament and accept his miserable fate with sighs.

"Ah... True Ancestor, why can’t you be kinder to your descendants like other True Gods?"

"To see becoming a Favored of the Ancestor as a great terror, that’s probably unique to the Bloodline, isn’t it?"

Yulster lamented in his heart.

Of course, he only dared to lament in his heart.

The contract had been set; who knew whether that terrifying existence was watching him.

If he carelessly spoke his mind and by chance his words reached the ears of that being and displeased them, he might instantly become fresh fodder.

There had been similar events in history!

However, though becoming a Blood Favored of legend disheartened Yulster, to be a Favored by Divine Grace was still to be a Favored by Divine Grace.

After returning to reality, he distinctly sensed that his strength, which hadn’t changed in a millennium, showed signs of loosening at its bottleneck.

Yulster felt... that the upper limit of his strength had increased, and if only he drank enough Transcendent blood and then slept well, he might be able to comprehend deeper Bloodline Resonance, advancing his strength even further.

Even if he couldn’t break through to become a Duke, he could likely reach the peak possible for an Earl!

This should have been something to celebrate.

But he couldn’t feel happy about it.

A shepherd naturally hopes their sheep grow quickly and well, plump and strong.

Because that way, the meat would be plentiful and delicious.

With this thought, Yulster felt even more despondent.

Yet, as despondent as he might be,

since he’d become a Blood Favored, he was completely tied to the chariot of the Blood True Ancestor.

The Nais Clan records said that a Blood Favored was like the hand and foot of the True Ancestor.

If the True Ancestor fell, they could completely resurge through their Favored.

For this reason, the Bloodline descendants who did not want to see the Ancestor resurged naturally would also purge all Blood Favored.

Even for the sake of his own life and existence, Yulster had to help this resurrected Ancestor hide their identity, fulfill their arbitrary and autocratic demands...

Thinking this, Yulster let out another sigh and began erasing the traces of his summoning.

Fortunately, he had used his own blood as a catalyst for the summoning.

With the strength of the Bloodline, erasing traces was quite convenient.

And just as he had finished erasing the traces, the tightly closed door of the room creaked open, slowly pulled by someone from the outside.

The piercing light flooded in, making Yulster shield his eyes involuntarily.

Immediately after, Elder Maxim’s aged voice came directly at him:

"Hehe, Yulster, three days have passed, have you made your decision?"

Elder Maxim seemed to be in a good mood, his tone much gentler than the last time they met.

Yulster could even smell the strong scent of alcohol on him.

Combining the various legends about this Legendary Elder in the clan, he instantly knew that in these past three days, the elder had most likely been getting drunk in some human-world tavern.

"Why the silence? I’ve given you three days, have you still not come to a conclusion?"

"Submit to me, offer your loyalty, and join me in ushering in a new future for the Nais Clan, or would you rather... persist in your folly and force me to turn you into a Blood Servant?"

Seeing Count Yulster silently refuse to speak, Elder Maxim furrowed his brows and asked.

"Hmph, think carefully now. If you offer your loyalty to me, you can still retain a certain degree of freedom, and I might even promise to let you go after I take control of Nais..."

"But if I’m forced to make you a Blood Servant... heh, I can’t guarantee that your will would still be your own."

Seeing Count Yulster remain silent, Elder Maxim completely dropped his smile and threatened with a stern face.

Upon hearing his words, Count Yulster slowly looked up at the Legendary Elder who had sided with the Blood Demon Duke.

It was clear that both forced allegiance and becoming a Blood Servant were great humiliations and unacceptable conditions for a Bloodline individual who had already pledged loyalty to a superior...

But at this moment, faced with Elder Maxim’s menacing pressure, Count Yulster felt no turmoil within.

He wasn’t just devoid of anger; he even felt like laughing.

Of course, it was a cold laugh.

Perhaps even one of ridicule.

A submission contract?

Become a Blood Servant?

Please, the chance of either of these soul-binding contracts succeeding when his soul had already been marked by the True Ancestor’s Holy Emblem was ghostly thin!

The overbearing Favored Contract had even severed his connection with the faith of Lord Cosy completely. Forget a Legendary forceful contract, although... his devotion wasn’t exactly fervent to begin with.

Count Yulster, who had lost all will to live, had completely lost interest in arguing or playing mind games with Elder Maxim.

In the grand scheme of the True Ancestor’s return, not just the internal strife of the Nais Clan, but all of the existing Bloodline’s Five Great Clans—each and every one of them—wouldn’t be able to escape!

However, looking at the opponent’s condescending attitude, treating him like something in the palm of his hand, as if everything was under control, Count Yulster felt irritated again.

And this irritation, mixed with the frustration of being bound by a Blood Contract, created a strange chemical reaction, making Count Yulster feel a smoldering, unbearable suffocation, like oil poured on fire.

Especially the arrogance of the other party, the way he didn’t take him seriously at all, rekindled a rebellious spirit in Count Yulster, who had initially planned to give up.

To hell with you!

Indeed, the True Ancestor had the power and the right to play me like a pawn, but who the hell are you!

You’re a Legendary Duke, and yet you resort to underhanded tactics against me, a Blazing Sun Count, spit!

If you are so capable, why don’t you go and face off against the Great Elder and Duke Yoroc!

Bullying a lesser count, what skill is there in that!

Count Yulster cursed in his heart.

And as he cursed, a sudden thought struck him.

He looked up with a gleam in his eyes and let out a cold laugh:

"Oh? Submit?"

"Elder Maxim, I’m sorry, but I’ve been pondering here for three days and nights, trying to think of even one reason to follow you, but after three days and nights, I just can’t come up with any..."

"Compared to the being I follow, you are so weak, so pathetic, like a clown jumping up and down, making me sick..."

"I have no interest in following the weak. A being like you, who only resorts to unsavory tricks behind the scenes—you don’t even have the courage to challenge the one I follow!"

"Heh, become a Blood Servant? Please. Even without using the Blood Profanity Staff, I know of the risks in forcibly turning a Bloodline individual loyal to a superior into a Blood Servant."

"You’re not giving me a choice, you just lack the confidence—you’re worried about exposing yourself before the being I follow."

"Your courage is actually very small; you’re not sure you can turn me into a Blood Servant without alerting the power behind me, or to put it more directly, you are afraid of the power behind me!"

"Ha, as a Bloodline individual, even a Legendary, what is there for me to follow in you? Compared to you, Lord Yoroc is on a completely different level—he at least dares to confront Gods directly!"

"In my eyes, you can’t even sever my existing Bloodline contract."

Count Yulster spoke mockingly, his challenging gaze filled with deep contempt.

Seeing his infuriatingly smug demeanor and listening to his coarse insults, Elder Maxim was about to explode with rage.

Especially when Count Yulster directly compared him with Duke Yoroc...

"Shut your mouth! You disrespectful wretch! How dare you defy a Duke Elder!"

"Fine! Fine! Since you seem so keen on becoming a Blood Servant, I’ll grant you your wish! I will do more than just that—I will completely erase your will! Twist your lineage! Turn you into my Blood and Flesh Puppet! The most miserable Blood Servant!"

"Can’t break your contract? Can’t turn you into a Blood Servant?"

"Hmph!"

"Today, I will let you know that even if the True Ancestor himself came, he wouldn’t be able to save you! And you can forget about preserving your Bloodline connection!"

Elder Maxim gnashed his teeth, his eyes bloodshot.

He pulled out the Blood Profanity Staff from his chest, pointing it straight at Count Yulster, and bellowed:

"Dark... Blood Covenant!"

A dark crimson glow erupted from the Blood Profanity Staff.

At the same time, Elder Maxim’s spiritual power surged like a tide, riding the staff’s light towards Count Yulster’s soul...