Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel
Chapter 499: -26- The Kneeling Demon Bloodline_2

Chapter 499: -26- The Kneeling Demon Bloodline_2

Like a sudden change in Sichuan opera face-changing, Albrecht’s face swiftly filled with joy, and within that joy, there was a strong sense of sorrow.

Then he "plunged" to his knees, bowing in prostration to the figure upon the Blood Throne, his excited voice choking with emotion:

"Your Majesty the Ancestor! The great Ancestor! Praise be to you! You have finally returned!"

When Albrecht raised his head again, tears had already moistened his eyes.

His face showed a mix of piety and frenzy, his gaze upon the throne filled with earnestness and longing, adoration and respect.

To hell with the Blood Demon Church! To hell with the Dark Apostles!

This terrifying presence had actually returned; self-preservation was paramount, and at this moment, he had become a zealous follower of the True Ancestor!

In that moment, Albrecht was so "moved" he nearly believed it himself.

Charlotte: ...

Watching the Dark Apostle, whom she had pulled into the Dark Night Ancient Castle, slide to his knees in rapid succession, she bore an odd expression.

She really wanted to tell him that she could hear everything he was thinking crystal clear—regardless of how frenzied or overjoyed he pretended to be, it was all in vain.

Of course, she just thought it.

The Dark Night Ancient Castle could listen to the inner voices of sentient beings within it, and that was Charlotte’s secret. It seemed not even Albrecht, an ancient legend, knew of it, so naturally, she wouldn’t expose it.

She was just taken aback that this Dark Apostle seemed to have knelt a bit too readily, even more timid than Yulster and Nisi, making it difficult to tell if he was shamelessly thick-skinned or simply quick-witted.

Heaven knows, she had spared no effort in expending additional Divine Power to refresh the "Blood Summon" and, taking advantage of his weakened state, to summon him over—all to control him without alerting the Blood Demon Duke and maybe even kill him directly within the Dark Night Ancient Castle to Devour his Bloodline Power.

And yet... Before she could even make a move, he had knelt.

This somewhat threw Charlotte off her game.

Weren’t all members of the Blood Demon Church supposed to be madmen who disregarded their own lives?

The Dark Apostle before her didn’t seem to have his mind corroded by dark forces, turning him into a frenzied and impulsive lunatic; instead, he was extremely cowardly and adept at advancing and retreating...

This made Charlotte’s plan to strike him down before he had a chance to resist seem pointless.

The man had slid to his knees directly!

Not to mention the looks of reverence and longing, he had even let go of his Magic Power and Bloodline Power, completely abandoning any thoughts of fleeing and laying it all out.

Oh no, it wasn’t exactly laying it all out. Rather, he had simply shifted his behind, changing his stance entirely.

In Charlotte’s perception, Albrecht’s mind was filled with how to please her in order to save his own life.

The gazes he cast toward her were full of fervor and worship, yearning, and respect, but underneath the superficial expression was an unprecedented level of nervousness and caution, unease and anxiety.

How should she put it...

With the experience of Yulster "seeking refuge," trembling in fear of his reasons beforehand, Charlotte could somehow understand Albrecht’s actions, from a different perspective.

But this look of adoring adulation was indeed making her feel a bit sick.

No matter how naturally the transition occurred, that expression just didn’t suit Albrecht.

His appearance... was just too robust.

Before becoming a Bloodline, Albrecht was a demon.

Or more precisely, a Hell Horned Demon.

The Castel family’s records also mentioned this type of demon, which lived in a different space called "Hell." Its most notable characteristic was being tall and strong with dual horns on its head, each one a muscular giant, akin to a mountain of flesh.

Among the many different spaces inhabited by demons, the strength of Hell Horned Demons was noteworthy; even the Spellcasters who summoned them in the real world often did so to use them as laborers and meat shields.

Albrecht’s physique was "slimmer" than the Hell Horned Demons described in the books, but only in comparison to the "flesh mountains" depicted in illustrations.

In reality, Albrecht stood at least two meters tall, perhaps even exceeding two and a half meters. Even if he wasn’t at the "flesh mountain" level, he was akin to Schwarzenegger as far as Charlotte’s previous life in the United States was concerned, exuding a strong physical presence just by standing there.

Despite having lost his right arm, he did not seem weakened in the slightest.

On the contrary, his appearance looked even rougher because of the missing arm.

And such a colossal, muscular man, bearing the face of a mature, tough-looking male adult, now wore an expression as if a giant baby gazing at its mother.

Even knowing that the other party’s submissiveness was feigned, even though his face could be considered handsome, it was still disgusting.

No...

Rather, it was precisely because he was handsome, but in a way that was too "mature," that his expression of "adoration" became even more revolting.

How should I put it?

It’s like you’re walking down the street, and suddenly, a tall and burly uncle plops down on his knees in front of you, making a cutesy face, begging you to call him "Mom."

Charlotte’s mouth twitched involuntarily, trying her best to ignore the other’s expression to avoid having nightmares later that night.

However, the fact that he had given up resisting did allow Charlotte to breathe a sigh of relief.

Legendary beings are, after all, legendary.

Although he was grievously injured, who knew if one who had lived for thousands of years had any more tricks up his sleeve.

Even if the Dark Night Ancient Castle was her home ground, where she became the master once she dragged him in, it was always best to win without fighting.

Controlling the Dark Night Ancient Castle also consumed Divine Power, so not having to do so was always a win.

Not to mention, Charlotte had barely held her ground when she had contended with Duke Yoroc of the Nais Clan in the Spiritual Domain, wielding Blood Divine Power.

True Ancestor Liberation possessed strength that did not exceed that of a Legendary being. If a Legendary truly fought for their life, it would certainly be somewhat troublesome.

All things considered... it was better to play it safe.

However, his sensible submission made her hesitate slightly to devour him as she had intended.

The misdeeds of the Blood Demon Church were numerous, and the crimes of the Dark Apostle were too many to be recorded.

These things were not only chronicled in the Church’s scriptures but also prevalent in the annals of the Castel family’s library.

Charlotte had not planned to converse with the Dark Apostle at length.

Her initial plan was to pull him into the Dark Night Ancient Castle and, while he was weak, take his life before he could resist, devour his power, read his memories, use the castle to block the Blood Demon Duke’s probes, and then quickly escape before the Church noticed and arrived.

But now, his quick submission made her hesitate.

Forcibly devouring Bloodline Power was a crude and simple approach. While it could boost Charlotte’s own strength in the short term, she didn’t discount the possibility that an excess influx of Bloodline Power could send her back into slumber.

His sudden kneeling and surrender without resistance provided Charlotte with more options.

For example, planting a mole within the Blood Demon Church!

Of course, Charlotte was well aware that Albrecht’s actions were borne out of his desperate situation.

He saw himself as that historical Blood True Ancestor, and his fear of her also stemmed from the past.

He was merely temporarily submitting to "power"...

Not only that, but he was not innocent. He was a bona fide Blood Demon Cultist and one of the higher-ups of the Blood Demon Church.

He possessed not only the chaos and evil of a demon but also their capriciousness and unpredictability. Despite his current respectful facade, Charlotte had no doubt that he would turn on her at the first opportunity.

He could serve as her tool against the Blood Demon Church.

But, he was not fit to be a follower.

Charlotte already had some ideas forming in her mind.

However, she did not act immediately but once again turned her gaze towards Albrecht.

She had pulled him into the Dark Night Ancient Castle for a while now, had listened to many of his inner thoughts, and even unexpectedly learned some secrets of the ancient era.

And there were some things that aroused her curiosity.

With this in mind, Charlotte looked again at the Demon Bloodline before her. She leaned forward slightly, gazing down from her lofty position, her languid yet authoritative voice slowly rising:

"Albrecht..."

"When did you recognize my Holy Emblem?"

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I’ve made a slight modification to Chapter 24’s description of Albrecht’s form, which was previously written to be skinny.

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