Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel
Chapter 85: -73- Sebastian’s Loyalty

Chapter 85: -73- Sebastian’s Loyalty

This was a sparse forest.

Hidden among the trees, a dilapidated cabin appeared and disappeared within the bushes.

Inside the cabin, Sebastian lay half-reclining in a mass of weeds, his complexion deathly pale.

He was soaked in blood, his once-elegant tails ripped and tattered, with the left sleeve hanging empty as if an entire arm had been cleaved off cleanly at the shoulder by some sharp instrument.

A babbling stream of fresh blood flowed from his wounds, gathering into a small stream beneath him.

As an age-old Flame Elf, he could acutely feel his life force rapidly draining away.

Struggling to raise his head, Sebastian looked out the window.

A golden energy shield had enveloped the cabin.

He recognized it, one of the signature Divine Arts of the Holy Royal Court’s Judgement Court, the Sealing magic known as the Judgement Prison.

Such complex and elaborate Divine Arts were usually employed only for spatially sealing substantial forces.

But now, it was being used on him alone.

"Ha, to think they’d directly use the Judgement Prison. That Great Knight really thinks highly of me."

He let out a derisive laugh, laboriously lifted his right hand, and expertly extracted a wineglass from his storage space, pouring the last drops of red wine from the bottle.

Gracefully raising the glass, he gently sipped.

"Sebastian, you are surrounded."

"The Great Knight said if you surrender voluntarily and seal your own power, the Judgement Court will spare your life and give you a chance to reform!"

"Are you still waiting for someone to rescue you? The Judgement Court has already issued the Holy Judgment against the Rose Association, and by now the Rose Association has surely been reduced to ashes."

The voices of the Judgement Knights came from outside the cabin, incessantly urging Sebastian to surrender.

Sebastian scoffed coldly:

"Surrender? To join the Judgement Troop as cannon fodder?"

"I’ve even betrayed Moon God Island, no one can force me to do what I don’t want to!"

"If you can, come in here!"

Surrender?

He was a proud Flame Elf.

The word ’surrender’ had never been written in his dictionary!

Sebastian’s prideful and contemptuous words emanated from the cabin.

Around the cabin, the Judgement Knights looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Lord Great Knight, he refuses to surrender... Shall we storm in? He’s severely injured, and even without your intervention, he wouldn’t stand a chance against us."

The Judgement Knight who had been calling out respectfully petitioned the Great Knight standing behind him.

The Great Knight was a middle-aged man who appeared to be in his forties or fifties, with a strong and square jaw, sideburns, deep-set features, and a fierce countenance.

However, unlike his rough exterior, his eyes held a different kind of calmness.

Looking at the Judgement Prison containing the cabin, he shook his head lightly:

"No need..."

"Sebastian Flameheart was once a High-level Elf, just one step from becoming a legend. Every Elf is a natural Magic Creature, capable of Elemental Resonance at the cost of burning their own soul."

"For someone like him, even severely injured, could take several others with him in his dying breath."

"Since he refuses to surrender, let’s set fire to it. I’m actually curious to see if the so-called Flame Elf truly fears fire..."

The Great Knight said indifferently.

He did not hide his voice.

Those calm words reached the cabin, making Sebastian, who had been sipping red wine, sigh inwardly.

Judgement Knights were constantly battling against the enemies of the Holy Royal Court, surrounded by danger throughout their lives.

To start as an Apprentice Judgment Knight and grow step by step into a Great Knight who suppresses enemies, apart from powerful strength, calmness, and caution were essential.

Sebastian knew his plan to take some Judgement Knights with him in a mutual destruction had fallen through.

The Judgement Knights quickly got to work.

They took out barrels of grease and bundles of dry wood, splashing it toward the cabin and piling it up.

Through the window, watching the actions of the Judgement Knights, Sebastian could only heave a small sigh.

His injuries were too severe, truly too severe.

His Magic Power had long been exhausted, his entire left arm severed by a sword, and even the legs beneath him had been crippled by the Holy Light’s Fury of the Great Knight.

He couldn’t cast any magic now, all he could do was wait for the Judgement Knights to come close enough, and then burn his soul to trigger an elemental storm, perishing together with the enemy.

Now, even that was no longer an option.

"Lord Sebastian, wake up! The Blood Demon Church behind you has already abandoned you, there’s no way they would take up your cause."

"It’s not too late to surrender now."

After stacking the wood and spilling the grease, the Judgement Knight called out again.

"I have no interest in living a life of disgrace!"

"Also... Don’t insult me with the Blood Demon Church! I hold those scum in contempt!"

Sebastian said mockingly.

Hearing this, the Great Knight frowned slightly, then ordered:

"Light it."

Upon receiving his command, the Judgement Knight raised the torch ablaze with Judgement Fire and set the pile of wood on fire.

The flames quickly spread, enveloping the entire cabin.

"Is it over...?"

Sebastian muttered to himself, watching the thick smoke rise around him.

There was some unwillingness in his heart.

He had never imagined that his life would end here.

However, he had been the one to make the choice, and he had to bear the consequences of his own decisions.

He wondered...

What was the Lady of the Dark Night doing now?

After so many days without him, would she worry about him?

Hearing the news that the Rose Association was judged by the Judgement Court, would she stand up for the Rose Association?

In that moment, Sebastian’s thoughts slowed to a crawl, and he thought of many, many things.

But soon, he felt that such thoughts were childish and laughable.

"What am I thinking, that is the Lady of the Dark Night, she is a true deity."

"Even though she has not recovered her power, even though she now appears to be a mortal, but... how could she truly be a mortal?"

"Deities do not wrong their followers, but deities also possess their own indifference and calmness..."

"What right do I have now to deserve her help and rescue?"

"Perhaps in the eyes of the Lady of the Dark Night, I... am just a piece of trash."

Sebastian let out a slight sigh.

He knew he had never truly gained the complete trust of the Lady of the Dark Night.

Because he had never truly offered his loyal devotion to the Lady of the Dark Night.

As an Elf with a long lifespan, he had seen too many stories about deities and their followers.

But in every story, when deities choose their Favored, the first question they ask is, "What do you desire to receive?"

However, the Lady of the Dark Night had never asked him that.

He did not believe such an ancient deity was unaware of this "unwritten rule."

He believed more that she had seen through his thoughts from the beginning, waiting for him to speak up first.

But he dared not bring it up.

To follow a deity just to become a deity oneself?

Would not any deity deem such selfish and blasphemous motives unacceptable?

Throughout history, the followers of deities were all fervent believers.

Becoming a sub-god was a blessing they received.

It was not their goal to strive toward.

Sebastian knew that he could not gain the approval of the Lady of the Dark Night with this reasoning.

Thus, he never dared to tell the Lady of the Dark Night why he served her.

But he knew that the Lady of the Dark Night must have been well aware.

However, it’s one thing for a deity to know, and another for him to say it out loud.

He feared, he was uneasy, he worried...

That’s why he repeatedly tried to prove himself in front of the Lady of the Dark Night.

He wanted to prove himself through his actions, confirm his strength, show that even without baring his soul, he was of value to the Lady of the Dark Night.

He wanted to prove that he had the capability to become a sub-god.

He believed this was an unspoken bargain between himself and a deity...

"Perhaps... deep down, I am still very proud."

"No... this is not pride, but arrogance."

"Even after deciding to follow a deity, always harboring the mindset that one could eventually become a deity, never truly feeling awe for the deity from the heart."

"I, with such attitudes, have probably never truly entered the Lady of the Dark Night’s vision..."

"Heh, looking at it this way, I really am a fool who is both conceited and despicable, arrogant yet insecure..."

Sebastian said, mocking himself.

He still had many things he couldn’t let go of.

Moon God Island, the Rose Association, his lost homeland...

He too wanted to personally witness the views from higher places.

However, he could go no further.

He had not given his true heart.

And when crisis approached, he was inevitably abandoned.

The temperature in the cabin began to rise, and the smoke grew thicker.

Suffering from severe wounds, Sebastian’s consciousness grew increasingly blurry.

In his haze, his vision seemed to be filled with a scarlet blaze.

A familiar voice rang in his ears:

"Mr. Sebastian, you really look quite wretched today..."