Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel
Chapter 66: -58- The Little Match Girl

Chapter 66: -58- The Little Match Girl

"Sebastian, you’ve known about Mr. Frank and Miss Mina’s origins for quite some time now, haven’t you?"

Charlotte shifted her gaze from the bustling, beautiful girl squatting in front of the cabinet to the respectfully standing Sebastian.

Sebastian smiled slightly,

"Lord, what are you talking about?"

Charlotte silently observed him, her deep blue eyes imbued with an oppressive force that belied her youthful appearance.

After a moment, Sebastian uncomfortably averted his gaze and then sighed respectfully,

"As expected of you, great Lord... Nothing can escape your eyes."

"Why not speak directly instead of being so roundabout?"

Charlotte frowned.

Sebastian bitterly smiled,

"They have been working for the Rose Association for many years, and though the majority like Frank are loyal, there is a small fraction who bear grudges against the Castel family. I feared that might create misgivings in your heart."

"Instead of telling you their origins, it would be better for them to recognize your identity themselves; the effect would be much better..."

Charlotte was speechless.

After a moment, she shook her head,

"If they truly bore grudges, how could these former followers of the Castel family possibly stay in Bold City?"

"Lord Charlotte, please have some milk."

While they were talking, a beautiful girl in a maid’s outfit came over with steaming hot milk.

Her voice was cool, her demeanor elegant and standard.

Was this Sherry, the one whom the Franks had taught everything and held in such high hopes?

Charlotte couldn’t help but observe the girl a few more times, subconsciously comparing her to the maids she had trained in the manor.

Standing like a peony, sitting like a moutan, walking like a lily...

Watching the girl’s movements, Charlotte naturally thought of a saying from her past life.

Sherry’s clothes might have been tattered, but every movement exuded the elegant propriety expected of a noble’s servant.

Even the act of passing the milk was clearly trained, respectful yet not lacking in etiquette, graceful and appropriate.

Charlotte accepted the milk, its temperature just right, not too hot, but also not cold.

She took a few sips, and although the taste was far from the rich sweetness of the milk at home, it was warm, with a moderate sweetness, not bland nor greasy, comforting.

Soon, Charlotte concluded:

The girl’s manners far surpassed her own maids, and perhaps even the "maids" at her home right after she had crossed over were less professional than she.

Charlotte was more and more pleased as she observed.

A clean background, like a blank slate, and very high professional standards.

Wasn’t this precisely the kind of person she was looking to find on this outing?

Of course, unlike the excited Franks, Sherry was significantly more aloof toward Charlotte, even reaching the point of coldness.

But, thinking it over, Charlotte could understand; unlike the Franks whose hearts lay with the Castel family, the girl had grown up almost entirely in the Outer City District and bore no sentiment toward the Castel family.

Yet, this was even better.

Wasn’t such a person the perfect candidate to enhance Majesty Skills?

The more Charlotte observed Sherry, the more satisfied and anticipatory she felt.

Meanwhile, having finished their deliberations, the Franks had sprung into action.

Old Frank, with his lame leg, headed to the back courtyard, mounted a packhorse, and hurried away, while Mrs. Mina wiped her reddened eyes, put on a respectful yet distant smile, and returned to Charlotte’s side,

"Lord Charlotte, we can find the person you need. Frank has already gone to prepare, but... it might take some time."

"It doesn’t matter; we can wait a while," Charlotte said with a smile.

Descendants of tenacious servants worthy of her wait.

...

This was a rundown alchemy shop.

A grubby old man sat dozing in front of the shop.

Suddenly, rapid hoofbeats approached, accompanied by an excited, joyous voice:

"Kaur! Kaur! Are you still alive, you old codger?"

The old man looked up at the newcomer, then frowned,

"Frank? What madness has seized you in broad daylight? Didn’t you see I was resting?"

"Hahaha! Stop sleeping! Lord Charlotte has come! Lord Charlotte has come!"

"What are you waiting for? Hurry and bring young Rand to meet her!"

Without waiting for the old man to regain his senses, Frank shouted, "Ya!" and galloped off in another direction.

The old man was briefly stunned, then gradually came to his senses,

"Lord Charlotte... Lord Charlotte..."

"It’s the young master!"

A light burst from his aged, murky eyes.

He suddenly stood up, limping toward the inside of the shop, excitedly shouting as he moved,

"Lisa! Lisa! Great news! Great news!..."

...

In the Outer City District’s poor area, inside a small tavern...

A woman with a vicious burn scar on half her face stood behind the bar, pouring drinks for drunken patrons.

Suddenly, the tavern door was flung open, and a panting Frank appeared before the crowd.

His eyes quickly landed on the woman, and he excitedly said,

"Eponine! Lord Charlotte has come! Lord Charlotte has come to the Outer City District!"

"She’s at our house now, calling back the servants of the Castel family!"

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and bring Jennifer, go meet her!"

Having said that, he turned and left the tavern without resting, rushing off hastily.

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