Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel
Chapter 88: -76- Behind the elegance lies awkwardness

Chapter 88: -76- Behind the elegance lies awkwardness

It was a very peculiar experience.

It was like playing a game and simultaneously opening three windows, controlling three game accounts at the same time, Charlotte was able to perceive the three perspectives of Dark Night Ancient Castle, her own body, and Sebastian’s at the same time.

But it was more than just perspectives, she could sense the 360° situation within each viewpoint.

Among them, the perspective of Dark Night Ancient Castle was her main consciousness, and no slight change in the entire spiritual world could escape her control.

Her own body and Sebastian’s seemed more like sub-perspectives, with their observable range limited to the study in Castel Manor, and the small wooden cabin that was engulfed in flames where Sebastian resided.

Not only that, when Charlotte intended to do so, she could even multitask and control her physical body in reality.

However, this multi-perspective state seemed a bit unfamiliar.

She tried to control her body, and just as she got up, she fell back down with a flop, even knocking over the milk jug on the table and spilling the creamy milk all over herself, like a child who had not yet learned to walk.

After a brief attempt, Charlotte no longer bothered with the wet body in the study room and continued to focus her attention through Sebastian’s perspective.

And when her consciousness concentrated, Charlotte was surprised to find that her perception of the spiritual world began to decline, but her awareness of Sebastian’s surroundings further intensified.

It was like switching between main and sub-accounts.

She could hear the crackling of flames as they burned through the dry wood, hear the low warble of birds in the forest outside the cabin and the chirping of insects in the underbrush, hear the steady breathing of the Judgement Knights surrounding the cabin.

She could sense the rising temperature within the cabin, see the sparks bursting through the smoke, and see that Sebastian’s tailcoat hem and long red hair had begun to catch fire.

What was even more magical was that she could once more hear Sebastian’s inner voice, just like within the Dark Night Ancient Castle.

No, it was stronger than in the Dark Night Ancient Castle.

As if entering into the inner heart of another, she could clearly perceive the immensely excited, joyful, yet also staggeringly emotional state of the other person.

Sebastian was very excited, truly excited.

Although he had a vague perception of it in the spiritual world, upon returning to reality, the surprise was even greater.

The injuries from being pursued by the Great Knight in the past few days had unexpectedly all healed!

Not only that, but the dried-up magic power within his body had replenished once more!

Even the lost left arm had regrown, moving freely, with muscles just as perfect as before.

Sebastian could also see the Ghost Face pattern representing the Blood Curse on his wrist showing a humanized expression of fear, cowering in the corner, seemingly shivering.

It was fearful of some new power within his own body!

It even dared not continue to erode and devour his Bloodline strength!

After discovering this, Sebastian became even more delighted.

Indeed... Lady of the Dark Night was the True Ancestor of the Bloodline!

All Bloodline power would revere Her, fear Her!

Pure White Witch... you just wait.

One day, I will make you pay!

Thinking of the pain he had suffered under the curse all these years, Sebastian gritted his teeth.

And just then, Sebastian suddenly felt that new information had appeared in his mind...

It was a method to pray to the Lady of the Dark Night and gain the power of the Blood Totem!

"Pray? Asking for the power of the gods? Receiving the blessing of Divine Power? Could it be... I have become a Divine Envoy?"

Sebastian’s eyes widened, a gleam in his gaze.

For those historical figures who followed deities towards Divine Enthronement...

Becoming a Divine Envoy was often the first step on their Mythical path!

Realizing the change in his identity, Sebastian became even more exhilarated, his breathing growing more hurried.

Charlotte, with her shared perspective, was almost unable to watch any longer...

Can you picture a scene?

An Elf in tattered clothes, excitedly looking at his own arm reappeared, touching his freshly regrown biceps.

His face showed excitement, heaving breaths, his handsome face blackened by thick smoke was full of a silly heh heh heh grin, revealing pearly white teeth...

His back was still aflame, smoke rising from his head.

Charlotte found it difficult to associate the current Sebastian with the refined Flame Elf of everyday.

The character... was crumbling!

Calm down, bro, look at your clothes, look at your hair!

They’re on fire!

She really wanted to remind him directly in his consciousness.

But it seemed weird to do so, as if telling him she was peeping...

But she really couldn’t keep watching.

The scene... was too eye-watering.

Fortunately, while Charlotte murmured to herself, Sebastian, as if sensing something, concentrated his attention on himself.

He quickly discovered his own clothes and hair were on fire...

"Damn!"

The elegant Elf finally erupted with the first vulgar language Charlotte heard from him since she had crossed over.

With a light snap of the fingers, the fire on Sebastian’s clothing and hair swiftly separated, turning into flying fireballs that soared towards his fingertips.

The Flame Elves were called so because of their inherent high Fire Element affinity and their proficiency in Fire Series Elemental Magic.

Before, Sebastian’s magic power was exhausted, and he had lost his Fire Control ability, but now... his strength had returned!

After easily extinguishing the flames on himself, Sebastian withdrew the fire from his fingertips, his gaze quickly settling on the roaring flames around him.

As his gaze fixed on the flames, they obediently parted, creating a pathway leading to the door.

"Just like that, go out?"

Charlotte was somewhat surprised as she looked at the Flame Fairy, whose hair had become outlandish, clothes non-mainstream, and handsome face like the bottom of a boiler.

She had thought that the ever-elegant other party would change into a fresh set of clothes.

However, just after taking a step, Sebastian seemed to realize this issue as well and quickly stopped.

He looked down at his ragged clothes and fell into thought.

Charlotte’s curiosity immediately piqued.

In many movies of her previous life, especially in anime, the near-death main characters who emerged from ruins would have their torn clothes magically restored post-transformation, conveniently prepping them for a cool comeback.

She had always been curious—disregarding the bugs—about how scientifically and logically one could theorize the clothes’ restoration...

For example... taking off the clothes and putting them on again?

Charlotte continued to watch Sebastian and saw that he... really began to take off his clothes quickly.

Charlotte: ...

Sebastian’s movements were fast, clearly not his first time, quite adept.

In a few swift motions, he removed his outer garment, revealing gaudy purple Elf horse pants beneath his tattered clothes.

Throwing his ruined clothes into the flames, Sebastian, now in his underwear, summoned a white wet wipe with Space Magic to clean his face, then took out a mirror and scissors to tidy up his hair, and afterwards put on a suit of brand-new tailcoat...

The process was quick, highly efficient. Charlotte hadn’t even regained her composure when he had finished wiping his face, arranged his hair, and changed his clothes...

He even summoned a glass of red wine, sipping it elegantly.

But Charlotte... found it difficult to regard his elegance in the same way.

She couldn’t forget the sight of Sebastian in his underpants, so disheveled.

Everything ready, Sebastian snapped his fingers again.

The roaring flames suddenly surged towards the palm of his hand...

...

In the woods.

The Judgement Court’s Great Knight calmly watched the cabin below the flames burn increasingly fierce.

He could feel Sebastian’s presence growing weaker and weaker.

Eventually, when the flames completely engulfed everything, he could no longer sense the other’s presence.

Sebastian’s breathing had stopped.

His soul’s fluctuations had vanished as well.

The Great Knight sighed lightly, feeling a hint of pity.

He knew that the other had died, only a gradually fading husk in the flames remained.

"Even a Flame Elf, bereft of Magic Power, is but a Revenant under the flames after all."

After waiting a bit longer to ensure he could no longer sense the other’s soul fluctuations, the Great Priest gently shook his head.

"Prepare to capture his wandering spirit with Divine Arts and interrogate him about the matters of the Blood Demon Church," he ordered the Judgment Priest beside him.

The Judgment Priest was momentarily stunned:

"Capture a wandering spirit? Isn’t he... a member of the Blood Demon Church?"

After a Believer’s death, their soul would return to the deity’s realm.

The same was true for Blood Demon Church members.

The Great Knight shook his head:

"He’s not."

"If he were, he would have already used the power of the Blood Demon."

"Sebastian Flameheart is an Elf who has betrayed Moon God Island, devoid even of the Moon God’s Faith."

"He is a pitiable non-believer."

With that, the Great Knight turned and walked away.

However, just a few steps later, he paused slightly and then rapidly turned around.

"Wait!"

He ordered the Knights and Priests preparing to extinguish the flames to stop.

He then stared intently at the burning cabin.

Just a moment ago, the Great Knight had felt Sebastian’s presence once again.

Furthermore... that presence, like a phoenix rising from ashes, had rapidly grown stronger upon its reappearance!

While the presence hadn’t reached the Third Tier.

Somehow it imparted a chilling sensation to the Great Knight, as if it contained something terrifying.

Soon, the roaring flames shrank as if absorbed, quickly collapsing and dissipating.

Sebastian’s figure reappeared before the Great Knight.

Dressed in a brand new tailcoat, unharmed, casually holding a glass of red wine in his hand.

"Great Knight, the flames of the Judgement Court don’t seem as fearsome as you imagined," he said with a slight smile.

Watching the fully recovered Flame Elf, the Great Knight’s expression instantly turned solemn.