Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel
Chapter 94: Praise you, Lady Dark Night! (Seeking first subscription!)

Chapter 94: Praise you, Lady Dark Night! (Seeking first subscription!)

Charlotte confirmed one thing for herself.

In the future, she definitely needed to limit summoning her Favored with the Blood Contract to her side.

Such abilities involving space transfer consumed an outrageous amount of energy. It was only a matter of transferring an Elf smaller than a Blazing Sun, yet it managed to shorten her "True Ancestor Liberation" by half a second.

Outrageous!

She exhausted herself by scaring a Blazing Sun for a mere second!

What was even more critical was that she still had no clue how to replenish the ability’s duration!

Charlotte felt the pain acutely, while on the other side, Sebastian took a good few seconds to come to his senses, realizing that he’d been summoned across the void directly to the study of Castel Manor by the Lady of the Dark Night!

He looked around and quickly saw the Lady of the Dark Night sitting expressionlessly at the desk. He hurriedly bowed his head, fervently performed a salute:

"Praise be to You! Great Lady of the Dark Night!"

But as he finished his bow and looked up at Charlotte, he abruptly hesitated and bowed his head again.

"Lady of the Dark Night... do You perhaps need a change of clothes?"

He cautiously reminded her.

Charlotte blinked, glancing quickly at herself. She remembered in an instant that she had accidentally spilled milk on her clothes while juggling multiple tasks.

She hadn’t cared at the moment, but now she felt sticky, her entire upper body wet.

Indeed... it was not very elegant.

"Um... I’ll go change into something else. You can rest for a while and come see me later."

She spoke somewhat awkwardly.

"And, try not to leave the manor. If you do go out... first disguise yourself so no one can recognize you."

After saying this, the young girl got up and left the study.

Watching Charlotte depart, Sebastian let out a long sigh of relief.

Having just come through a battle, he was filled with awe for the Lady of the Dark Night. Yet now, seeing Her restored to the appearance of a girl, he felt a different kind of emotion altogether.

The distance that had come from awe seemed to close in an instant.

The Lady of the Dark Night was a deity, but She was not one of those deities who looked down on mortals with disdainful pride!

He thought to himself.

Having reflected, Sebastian pushed open the door of the study and decided to make his way to the kitchen to grab something to eat.

Having been chased for so many days, apart from red wine, there was not a bit of food left in his storage space; now that he had a moment to relax, he felt terribly hungry.

"It’s a pity Misha isn’t here. If she were, she could make some elven pastries for me."

Sebastian patted his shriveled stomach, muttering to himself.

Misha was his sub-human maid, whom he had trained to be an excellent cook, especially skilled at making Elf food.

However, as soon as he spoke, Sebastian’s expression dimmed.

The Judgement Court had launched an assassination attempt against him, and the Rose Association had received the Holy Judgment.

He had been saved by the Lady of the Dark Night, but the Rose Association had not.

The Lady of the Dark Night and the Rose Association were not well acquainted and needed to hide Her identity; he did not believe She would stand up for the Rose Association.

Thinking of this, Sebastian sighed.

The Rose Association... was probably history by now.

His heart was somewhat saddened.

After all, the original purpose of founding the Rose Association was nothing more than a whim of his, unable to stand the bullying and exploitation by some of Bold’s small gangs on the civilians and sub-human slaves in the Outer City District, almost like a deed done in passing during his travels.

But once the Rose Association was truly established, he had invested a lot of emotion over the years.

His werewolf subordinates who were strong in body, simple in mind, but with straightforward characters; the gangsters who were fierce and murderous, hot-tempered yet stubbornly principled, who would foolishly grin while handing flowers to little girls...

Thinking about it, Sebastian’s mood also became somewhat heavy.

He sighed, shook his head, and decided to cast aside these thoughts.

He was an Elf with a long lifespan.

He’d experienced many such farewells before.

But no sooner had Sebastian descended the stairs than he encountered the limping young girl, Sherry.

Seeing her almost entirely bandaged up like a mummy, he was slightly taken aback:

"Sherry?"

...

Having changed into a new set of clothes, Charlotte regained her elegance and summoned Sebastian once again.

The mood of the Flame Elf seemed quite good, even more excited than when she had first summoned him back.

Charlotte looked at him curiously, about to ask him a question, but saw Sebastian suddenly kneel on one knee before her, and said respectfully and fervently,

"Praise You! Great Lady of the Dark Night! Sebastian and the Rose Association will forever be Your most loyal assistants!"

Charlotte suddenly realized that he must be aware that she had saved the Rose Association.

She smiled gently, elegantly lifting a goblet and sipping some milk, and said indifferently,

"As I said, I naturally will not treat those who are loyal to me unfairly."

Sebastian bowed even more respectfully.

If at the time of signing the contract, he had intended to offer loyalty to the Lady of the Dark Night, akin to following a noble’s house servant...

Then after witnessing the Lady of the Dark Night’s commanding power and her protection of him and the Rose Association, his thoughts subtly started to change.

Perhaps... he could also try to change his mind and put his faith in the Lady of the Dark Night?

After all, She is from ancient times and not one of those deities he detests.

With these thoughts, Sebastian’s voice became even more fervent,

"You are a noble, majestic, real deity!"

Feeling the fervor in his words, Charlotte was somewhat uncomfortable.

Her own family knew her affairs – her power all came from the Divine Artifact, the Blood Holy Scripture.

"You don’t have to regard me as a deity; right now, I am Charlotte."

She said.

However, after she had spoken, she found Sebastian even more excited and respectful,

"Of course, great Lord Charlotte, beautiful, honored, and elegant master!"

Charlotte: ...

What on earth had this guy fantasized about?

Charlotte muttered to herself.

"Tell me, how is your investigation going?"

She changed the subject to ask.

Sebastian also became more solemn,

"It’s clear, the assassination attempt on You was indeed by the Blood Demon Sect!"

"Count Gaston’s son, Jordan, is indeed involved with the Blood Demon Sect, and he is one of the participants of the Drunk Dream Saloon; the related nobles are likely to be involved with the Blood Demon Sect as well."

"Drunk Dream Saloon?"

Charlotte’s heart stirred.

A look of disdain appeared on Sebastian’s face,

"It is a party activity among the Bold nobility, ostensibly a platform for nobles to socialize, but in reality, it is a gathering of debauchery and sin. It’s quite infamous in the small circles of nobility; many in the Duchy strictly forbid their offspring from attending, but in truth... there are many nobles who participate in the Drunk Dream Saloon."

Good heavens... a debauched party?

Charlotte clicked her tongue.

"You seem to know quite a bit about the Drunk Dream Saloon?"

She asked.

"To be honest, I have always suspected that the Drunk Dream Saloon is involved in human trafficking in the Outer City District, so I have investigated it, and even infiltrated and caused a disturbance once, punishing a few nobles who were raping a girl – the girl... they had kidnapped from the Outer City District."

Sebastian said somberly.

Punishment?

Charlotte’s heart skipped a beat, remembering the sight at the Duke Mansion’s banquet of young nobles hunching over to protect their groins after seeing Sebastian.

Charlotte: ...

She could guess what the punishment might have been.