Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel

Charlotte sat in the carriage, her brain feeling dull and groggy.

The carriage shook violently, the whistling wind causing the curtains on both sides to rustle loudly.

The craving for blood rendered the girl's thoughts extremely sluggish.

But even so, she felt that something was not quite right...

The carriage...

Was it... running a bit too fast?

"Slow... down..." Charlotte leaned on the recliner within the carriage, rubbing her buzzing temples, and whispered to the old servant in front.

However, the old servant did not respond, and the speed of the carriage did not slow down at all.

"Slow... down..." She struggled to knock on the window frame, trying to remind the attendants on horseback on both sides of the carriage.

The attendants ignored her as well, continuing to guard silently on either side of the carriage.

Charlotte sobered up in an instant.

She managed to sit up straight, pulling back the carriage curtain with a throbbing head, only to see an old stone road outside, with dilapidated buildings on either side moving quickly towards the rear.

Even though Charlotte did not recognize the way home, she could tell that this was definitely not the road back to Castel Manor!

The reason was simple.

Castel Manor was located in the western district of Bold City.

While its streets could not be considered clean and tidy, the memories she had inherited deemed them to be spacious and smooth.

But here, the roads were potholed, the buildings sinister and decrepit, and there were few lights to be seen in the street-facing buildings on either side, like ghost buildings in the dark.

"Miss, the wind is too strong outside, please close the curtain quickly," finally spoke an attendant from outside the carriage.

However, the first thing he did was reach out and close the carriage window for her.

Charlotte's heart sank.

She realized that she might have been kidnapped.

These people were likely not the servants of the Castel family at all!

Realizing this, Charlotte fully awoke.

Her first thought was to jump out of the carriage and flee.

A bloodline's Spiritual Sense is incredibly sharp.

She could clearly sense that neither the old servant driving the carriage nor the attendants following on both sides were Transcendents of any Rank.

They did not even carry the seductive scent of a Church Priest; their odor was similar to that of common patients in a Church Hospital ward, like dry, crusty black bread.

Tasteless to consume, yet too wasteful to throw away.

These individuals... were very likely just ordinary people who had received some training.

Although the carriage was moving fast, Charlotte was no ordinary little girl.

The bloodline's unique constitution gave her confidence that she could jump from the fast-moving carriage unharmed and then quickly escape.

Even if she was currently in poor condition, constantly on the verge of a blood addiction outbreak...

However, just as Charlotte was preparing to act, the reflective moonlight cast a cold glint in front of the attendant.

Charlotte clearly saw that it was a loaded hand crossbow!

Damn it, how the hell did these people have crossbows?!

Charlotte cursed silently, instantly discarding the idea of jumping out immediately.

In her former life, she was a history enthusiast and had a certain understanding of crossbows, the deadly weapon of the age of cold arms.

In the Middle Ages of Blue Star, regardless of East or West, such weapons were banned from use outside battlefields.

Even in this world she had crossed into, a place rife with supernatural powers, she didn't believe that something capable of piercing a knight's chestplate at close range would be allowed in the city!

Moreover, over the past few days, Charlotte had not stopped searching for books about supernatural powers in the Church.

There was one such tome which compared the combat strength of Transcendents to ordinary people, mentioning several weapons that could pose a life-threatening danger to Transcendents even in the hands of ordinary people.

Among them was the crossbow!

That tome clearly recorded that Transcendents who had not stepped into a Rank could not withstand the crossbow.

And even if they had stepped into a Rank, specially trained ordinary people could potentially use a crossbow to kill a careless First Tier Starry Transcendent if they were fully prepared...

Clearly, the crossbow arrows in these people's hands were intended to guard against possible Transcendents.

The need for crossbows to guard against Transcendents indicated that these people likely did not have Transcendents of any Rank as accomplices, but since they were able to acquire such prohibited items, the forces behind them were definitely not trivial.

Charlotte swiftly made such a judgment.

Nevertheless, although she had just entered the Transcendent realm, she had not stepped into any Rank.

With the constitution of the bloodline, she might have been fearless if these people were unarmed.

But now it was different.

They were armed.

With deadly weapons.

If she were to act recklessly and these people aimed their crossbow bolts at her, she could end up in grave danger.

Not only that, even if she managed to escape successfully, exposing her identity as one of the bloodline would likewise bring endless trouble.

At the very least... the identity of Charlotte de Castel would definitely be ruined.

The foggy brain made it difficult for Charlotte to focus her energy on thinking.

Even so, she made a decision:

First, do not act rashly.

Right now, these people are clearly still on high alert, having just successfully kidnapped their target...

She had to wait until they let their guard down before considering a quiet escape or an outright confrontation!

These people did not know she was a Transcendent, and merely regarded her as a powerless little girl.

So... their underestimation of her was her opportunity!

Thinking this, Charlotte also calmed down.

Outside the window, the moonlight gradually deepened.

As night fell, Charlotte could clearly feel her bodily functions steadily enhancing at a considerable rate...

Nighttime was the domain of the Bloodline.

Under the moonlight, Charlotte's strength was only more formidable than during the day!

But at the same time, perhaps as a side effect of the nighttime power boost, as the power of the Bloodline increased, Charlotte's bloodlust became increasingly difficult to suppress.

Her rationality began to tilt towards the brink of losing control, to the point where the scents from the attendant and the old servant, which previously seemed as uninteresting as black bread, now gradually became as deliciously tempting as cream of mushroom soup.

This development was unexpected for Charlotte.

She felt she was about to lose control over some urges!

The carriage sped through the moonlit night.

After an indeterminate amount of time, it finally stopped in an abandoned, desolate courtyard.

"Whoa—!"

The old servant driving the carriage pulled the reins with an exhalation, and the panting horses neighed softly, coming to a slow halt.

They nervously snorted, continually lowly neighing, legs trembling, and excrement continuously flowing...

The old servant gave a puzzled glance at the trembling horses before muttering in disgust while pinching his nose:

"Shit! So stingy, they give us nothing but useless nags that breeze out so quickly!"

His voice was full of vigor, lacking the frailty he had shown in front of the Church Hospital.

"Hey! Go and keep a close watch outside, don't let anyone really follow us!"

He ordered the two attendants.

The two attendants glanced at each other, leeringly peeked at the carriage, then with an air of distrust, sneered:

"You're not planning to enjoy the 'goods' all by yourself while we're gone, are you, Axe?"

"Shit! That's the young miss of the Castel family! The Lord personally wants to inspect her, distinctly stating we're not to lay hands on her, go ahead and try it if you wish to die!"

The old servant glared with enraged embarrassment.

"Uh-hum!"

The two attendants grunted reluctantly, dismounted the horses, and headed towards the entrance of the courtyard.

"What blind fools, not knowing their place, thinking they can feast on sea eagle meat like stinky pigs!"

The old servant cursed under his breath, spitting a lump of phlegm on the ground.

He took out a piece of hard black bread from his breast, chewing it vigorously, then took a few gulps from the flask he carried with him before leaping down from the carriage.

When he arrived in front of the carriage door, he had already put on a smiling face.

"Miss Charlotte, we've arrived."

He knocked gently on the carriage door, his voice hoarsely soft.

Silence—

The horses neighed softly, and the disordered bushes rustled in the night wind.

Yet inside the carriage, there was no response.

"Miss Charlotte?"

The old servant repeated.

Still no answer.

The servant's expression subtly changed.

He hastily lifted the curtain and shot a piercing glance into the carriage.

But when he saw the girl curled up in the corner, he instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

He smiled faintly, though his ugly face appeared even more sinister:

"Miss Charlotte, why aren't you speaking? You truly scared me."

"Hehehe, we've reached our destination, it's time for you to get off."

The girl inside the carriage made no move.

The old servant's brow furrowed slightly, his face growing gradually somber.

With a cold snort, he roughly pulled the side door of the carriage, ready to forcibly pull the girl out.

However, just as he opened the door and his calloused, hairy hand was about to touch the girl, he suddenly stopped.

The cool moonlight streamed through the window, casting a layer of silvery glow on the girl's beautiful golden hair.

The girl slowly lifted her head.

Her face was as delicate as a doll's, yet without a trace of expression.

A pair of blood-red eyes indifferently observed the old servant who had opened the carriage, deep as the sea.

Cold, indifferent, yet seemingly carrying the crazed and violent storm about to arrive...

Her lips curled into a slight smile, sketching out a beautiful yet uncannily eerie arc, her sharp fangs faintly visible.

The old servant's hairs stood on end instantly.