Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel

"The master who wanders between the abyss and the present world..."

"The embodiment of the Fallen and decay..."

"The Savior of the Descendants of Blood..."

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"Your humble servant prays for your grace here..."

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Charlotte was startled awake from her sleep again.

She gazed upon the familiar purple-black ceiling adorned with intricate thorny rose patterns, surrounded by black gauze curtains edged in gold, and four religiously sculpted spire bedposts faintly visible amidst them.

Even though it had been three days since she crossed into this otherworldly realm, she still felt a bit uncomfortable in this Gothic noble's bedroom.

Of course, one reason was the murmuring prayers every night, which sounded like whispers from an Ancient God.

Charlotte always had an illusion that something was calling out to her from the unknown.

But frustratingly, every time she woke up, she could not remember what she had heard.

Turning her head towards the window, night had already fallen.

In the deep moonlight, the occasional hoarse cat howl could be heard.

Charlotte was a bit surprised.

She had actually slept from noon straight through to night!

"Knock, knock, knock…"

Someone tapped gently on the bedroom door.

"Ah, here it comes again…"

Charlotte frowned slightly, instantly feeling a headache coming on.

Without waiting for her to speak, the door creaked open, and rows of maids in black and white dresses entered in a neat line.

Their expressions were stern and serious, and they carried an array of ornate and elaborate noble dresses along with wooden cases filled with dazzling accessories and jewelry.

"Good evening, Miss Charlotte."

"It's dinner time, Mrs. Castel requests that you change your clothes before dining."

The Chief Maid stepped forward, offering a stiff, precise bow.

Oh, right.

Now she should be referred to as "she."

Charlotte numbly glanced at the dresses brought by the maids, instantly donning the naive and cute face from her fragmented memories of her original life—a bewildered young girl just woken up, naturally dazed and adorable:

"Good... good evening, Ms. Marianna!"

Then, she naturally bypassed the overly sweet and cute dresses, pointing at a Gothic Lolita dress dominated by black and gold, with wine-red and white accents, slightly tilting her head and sweetly saying:

"This one!"

Her voice was soft and tender.

That innocent and cute demeanor, completely different from when she was alone, radiating calm and helplessness.

Men who saw her felt a surge of protective urges; women overflowed with maternal instincts.

Even the fat black cat passing by the window was lured into a trance, almost missing its step and tumbling down.

One could say she was really good at playing the part, and extremely convincing.

However, as professional servants of the ancient Castel family, the well-trained maids remained stern, unmoved, making Charlotte feel quite bored.

Once confirmed, the stern maids, like a silent army, immediately sprang into action.

That's the good part about being among the Great Nobles.

You don't have to lift a finger, as everything is served to you.

Someone held a silver basin filled with water for Charlotte to wash, another dabbed her body with a silk towel soaked in rosewater, while another combed her long blonde hair with an ivory comb...

Charlotte, meanwhile, allowed them to dress her up like a changeable doll.

It couldn't be helped.

She hadn't encountered dresses this elaborate or even women's clothing in her past life.

The dressing up lasted nearly thirty minutes.

Charlotte felt as though it had gone on for a century.

"Miss Charlotte, you're ready."

Long after, the Chief Maid bowed again, instructing someone to push forward a magnificent full-length mercury mirror.

Reflected in the mirror was a young girl about thirteen or fourteen years old.

Not very tall, with features as delicate as a doll.

She had black and white butterfly hair accessories holding her smooth, silky golden hair, the ends curled and naturally draping over her shoulders.

PathFedora gives off an irresistibly delicate and pitiful air, with sky-blue eyes so clear they seemed to belong to the heavens.

With a wine-red bow-tie ribbon on a white shirt with ruffled edges, a black corset hugged her tender waist beautifully.

The main tone of the black and gold tulle overskirt, decorated with intricate and lavish lace patterns and paired with a wine-red underskirt, black silk stockings, and small leather boots, conveyed a sense of mystery and nobility, adding a hint of forbidden maturity and allure underneath her youthful and innocent face...

Honestly, such a pretty and cute appearance—if she had to look at it for several days, Charlotte would still be captivated by her reflection in the mirror.

But unfortunately,

it was her own reflection.

However, although there was some identity confusion upon crossing, Charlotte had no complaints.

Beauty is itself a rare attribute.

Embarking on a completely different life was also a novel experience.