Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel
Chapter 501: -27- The smile froze instantly_2

Chapter 501: -27- The smile froze instantly_2

Upon hearing Albrecht’s words, Charlotte was somewhat surprised.

The cowardly Dark Apostle turned face so quickly, and despite having followed Yabaton for a thousand years, he did not hesitate to curse at him.

Indeed, a demon born rebellious by nature, even with the power of the Bloodline, his roots had not changed.

However, what surprised Charlotte was that his words were not entirely lies.

Compared to the honest feelings she sensed, Albrecht... truly had never been truly loyal to the Blood Demon Duke Yabaton.

Charlotte was somewhat incredulous.

She quietly used the powers of the Crimson Star Sea to probe deep into his beliefs, then was surprised to find that he indeed was not a believer of the Blood Demon Duke!

This guy was actually a non-believer!

Ridiculous, a non-believer not only joined the Blood Demon Church but also became the Third Dark Apostle!

"Eh? You’re not a believer in Yabaton?"

Charlotte did not hide her astonishment.

Albrecht bowed respectfully, explaining:

"True Ancestor, two thousand years ago, Albrecht joined the Blood Demon Legion as a demon, and my power was not granted by Yabaton, but by the first Legion Commander of the Blood Demon Church, Balov..."

"Albrecht was never in the sights of Yabaton before; it was only after his slumber that I mistakenly rose to become the Dark Apostle of the Blood Demon Church."

Charlotte didn’t know what to say.

What he said... was actually the truth.

But who was Balov?

A certain Bloodline Myth from the past?

Charlotte did not pursue the question.

She looked at him, posing another question:

"If that’s the case, what are you plotting in Lutecia?"

Albrecht let out a long sigh, his face troubled:

"Great True Ancestor, what you do not know is that Yabaton is cruel and brutal; though he slumbers, he still has a certain control over the Church."

"If I do not carry out the Church’s mission against the Holy Royal Court, I will certainly receive severe punishment!"

"True Ancestor, please forgive my previous offense, I really did not know that the Dark Night God was actually you! I joined the Blood Demon Church out of compulsion!"

This was a lie.

The truth was, Albrecht had a premonition that myths would return one after another, and the world would undergo great changes. He wanted to seize the last opportunity to use the power of the Blood Demon Church to make a quick profit.

Doing some real work to avoid Yabaton’s suspicion was just a facade.

His plan in Lutecia was to infiltrate the New Moon Nobles, oppose the Holy Royal Court, but the real goal was to turn all the Nobles into his own Taboo Blood Servants, secretly developing his power.

As for joining the Blood Demon Church out of compulsion, that was complete nonsense.

In reality, Albrecht’s situation was somewhat like the cold protagonists of the Immortal Martial novels that Charlotte read in her previous life, who from start to finish, worked alone to level up, though he was more adaptable.

And the Blood Demon Church, was like the sect he joined.

In those wish-fulfillment novels, the protagonist never cared for the sect they joined, treating it merely as a stepping stone and tool for advancement, ready to be discarded or fled from at a moment’s notice.

Albrecht harbored ambitions.

He had always been cautious, but that did not mean he was content with the status quo.

He wanted to use the world’s changes to advance further and ascend to mythology.

Albrecht’s capital, however, stemmed from a Divine Statue.

It was the Faceless Divine Statue, possessing the power of the Blood Divine Power, which he discovered in the Underground Divine Palace in Lutecia.

The Faceless Divine Statue...

Charlotte’s heart stirred, creating ripples.

No wonder the statue in the Underground Divine Palace was a fake; the real one was with Albrecht!

Charlotte glanced at him without betraying any emotion.

She did not expose him.

Even the most cowardly person, when pushed too far, would fight desperately.

In the thoughts she read, the Faceless Divine Statue was Albrecht’s deepest ace in the hole, as well as his bottom line.

For this, he was willing to go on living humbly, even if it meant being used and worked like an ox, all in the hopes of finding the chance to turn the tables one day.

Of course, Charlotte had no intention of letting a potentially rebellious thorn turn the tide.

Even if she already harbored the thought of turning him into a pawn.

Now that she knew he possessed a similar Divine Statue, she naturally wanted to take it back.

Of course, how to reclaim it was a matter of technique.

Thinking of this, Charlotte let out a light laugh, her languid voice becoming serious:

"Albrecht, I can give you the opportunity to pledge your loyalty, no longer pursuing your past, nor your offenses."

Albrecht’s eyes lit up, his expression suddenly becoming excited.

"However..."

Charlotte’s tone shifted, and her expression turned cold:

"Your reckless creation of Taboo Blood Servants, disrupting the stability of the Bloodline hierarchy, must be punished!"

Albrecht’s heart tightened, and he asked with a tentative expression:

"True Ancestor Your Majesty, what kind of punishment do you intend?"

Charlotte glanced at him, her words loaded with meaning:

"Since you so enjoy creating Taboo Blood Servants, then... you can sample what it is like to be a Blood Servant yourself."

Albrecht’s eyes widened:

"You... You want to make me your Blood Servant?!"

"What, are you unwilling?"

Charlotte’s gaze turned icy.

Feeling the omnipresent Bloodline Suppression, Albrecht’s scalp tingled.

His brain whirred frantically as he spoke sheepishly:

"True... True Ancestor Your Majesty, as You said, Taboo Blood Servants will disrupt the stability of the Bloodline hierarchy..."

Charlotte chuckled lightly, her voice following suit and growing colder:

"Albrecht, be completely honest with me."

"Actually, I do not care about your pledge of loyalty, but I detest betrayal. I do not trust you, no matter the grand promises you make..."

"You are amusing, I am willing to listen to you some more, but that does not mean I have the patience."

"You have too much of a demon’s nature; you are more like a demon than a Bloodline member. If you are unwilling to become a Blood Servant, then so be it. Rather than a duke full of lies, what I need is sufficient Bloodline power."

Having said that, Charlotte lightly flipped open the Blood Holy Scripture, while initiating the "True Ancestor Liberation," readying to strike and seize his Bloodline Power.

Sensing the immense change in her aura, Albrecht’s expression shifted, and he hurriedly proclaimed:

"Willing! Albrecht is willing!"

"Great True Ancestor Your Majesty, becoming Your Blood Servant is the highest honor. Albrecht is ready to accept Your punishment!"

Watching Albrecht, drenched in sweat and quickly conceding again, Charlotte laughed.

She withdrew her Blood Divine Power and with a flicker of light in her hand, formed a sphere symbolizing the Blood Servant Contract:

"If that is so, then sign the contract."

Saying thus, she lightly pushed, and the sphere flew towards Albrecht.

Albrecht’s expression fluctuated.

He looked at the blood-red sphere, struggling internally, but in the end, gritted his teeth, and dejectedly took it into his soul.

Enough...

The Horned Demon of Hell can bide its time; the river flows east for three hundred years and west for another three hundred!

As long as one’s life endures, and as long as that trump card is kept, given enough time and the right opportunity... He would always find a chance to break free.

For now, it was better to bow his head!

Albrecht ceased resisting and chose to submit.

However, he took good note of today’s events in the depths of his heart.

He was prudent but also vindictive; the many Dark Apostles who had died, been exiled, or sealed in the rounds of purges by the Holy Royal Court—it wasn’t without his behind-the-scenes influence for those who had offended him.

A flash of light passed, and Albrecht felt shackles being added to his soul in the unknown depths.

Suppressing the helplessness and hatred inside, he took a deep breath and put on an expression of respect and submission, ingratiatingly saying:

"Great Ancestor Your Majesty, now... You should trust Albrecht, shouldn’t You?"

Charlotte nodded slightly, her expression satisfied:

"Not bad, quite obedient, like a good dog."

Albrecht: ...

Watching Albrecht, whose smile was a bit strained, Charlotte felt even more pleased.

She extended her hand and looked at him, saying with relish:

"Alright, now... You can hand over the Divine Statue you’ve been hiding."

Upon hearing these words, Albrecht’s smile instantly froze on his

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