Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel

Sebastian suddenly awoke.

He found himself standing inside a towering, solemn ancient castle, surrounded by a strange and profound crimson mist.

Looking down, he was wearing his favorite black tailcoat that he usually liked, not naked as he would be in a bath.

"A dream?"

Sebastian nearly instantly made this judgment.

Transcendents rarely dream.

Or rather... unless the spirit senses something, most transcendents simply don't dream.

At least, they do not actively dream.

If one enters a dreamworld for no reason during sleep, it only means one thing.

He had been summoned.

Sebastian's expression became instantly serious.

He rolled up the sleeve of his left hand and looked at his wrist.

There, a familiar, hideous ghost face, seemingly alive and crying or laughing, emitted black and red mist, now you see it, now you don't.

Sebastian's complexion immediately soured,

"The power of the Blood Curse has acted up..."

"Damn it! Has the Adam Church discovered me so soon?"

"These Bloodline maniacs! Was it just a joke I played on their Pure White Witch?"

"I've run all the way from Coria to the New Moon Kingdom, and they're still doggedly after me! Not a hint of the elegance of other Bloodline!"

Sebastian was filled with resentment in his heart.

He clenched his fist, heightened his vigilance, and prepared for an imminent dreamworld attack, but then, he paused slightly and raised his left hand.

In his hand, he still clutched the crimson page he had been scrutinizing in the bath.

"Since when can curse pages enter the spirit world?"

Sebastian was very puzzled.

At that moment, the crimson fog around began to fade, and the scene inside the castle gradually became clear.

Sebastian found himself standing in a spacious hall, ghastly and dim.

In front of him was a staircase leading upwards, and at the top sat a black and red throne with a figure hidden in the crimson mist, seated atop it.

Drawing on his years of experience, he quickly deduced that the figure should be a female, with a rather nice figure, even perfect enough to say.

The mysterious female's face was unclear, only vaguely visible in a black, gorgeous dress, her hair seemingly silver, and a pair of eyes with a mix of red and gold like stars in the dark, penetrating through the fog, quietly watching him.

Almost instantly, Sebastian felt as if he had been completely seen through by the other party.

He realized that she was his summoner.

Moreover, someone who could silently pull him into a dream...

Must be a powerhouse!

A long lifespan had already made him go through countless hardships, and even though he was filled with restlessness and apprehension here and now, Sebastian still suppressed the tension and feigned a calm smile,

"Beautiful and noble lady, may I inquire as to how you should be addressed, and why you have summoned me here?"

Just like the uneasy Sebastian, Charlotte, seated high on the throne, was equally nervous.

As the instigator, she had not expected that after selecting for so long the "weak" one she had summoned would turn out to be a powerful Transcendent!

Although she was not clear about his Rank, the mere presence of him standing there put great pressure on her, a pressure far greater than even what the Knight Kara had brought her...

This was at least a Transcendent of the Silver Moon Second Tier, and very possibly, had reached the Blazing Sun Third Tier!

After realizing this fact, Charlotte immediately felt intimidated.

Rank was a dividing line.

Transcendents who had achieved a Rank and those who had not were fundamentally on two different levels.

And among the four Rank tiers, each advancement represented an earth-shattering change in the strength of a Transcendent.

If it is said that First Tier Transcendents possess strength beyond mortals, able to break through enemy lines and capture flags in war, acting as a one-man army...

Then to a Second Tier Transcendent, First Tier Transcendents are merely slightly stronger mortals.

Although Charlotte had never seen the Demon Hunting Captain Kara take action, she had read a story in the Church's holy scriptures—

Once, a Magician of the Silver Moon Second Tier fell, and using dead spirit magic, effortlessly wiped out a town with a population of over one hundred thousand and slaughtered the hundreds of Starry First Tier Transcendents who came to suppress him ignorantly!

A Silver Moon Second Tier Transcendent is already an existence that cannot be killed by ordinary people using any means, including magic artifacts.

As for Blazing Sun Third Tier...

The books depicted it with a single phrase: If legends do not emerge, a Blazing Sun is a walking natural disaster.

Although Charlotte was the master of this spirit world, she could clearly feel that her castle world would have difficulty maintaining the pressure on the other party.

After the other party arrived, she felt the edges of the world beginning to tremble slightly, as if they could collapse at any moment.

Maintaining the current level was already a struggle.

In other words, if the other party discovered her true nature, they could break free at any moment and return to reality.

And Charlotte couldn't even predict whether she would be subjected to backlash if that were to happen!

Outrageous!

She had clearly chosen a star with a weak presence, so why did she summon a monster?

Charlotte took a deep breath and heightened her alertness twelvefold.

Even though the summoned being's strength was a bit too overwhelming, she didn't want to waste this opportunity.

However, before Charlotte could say anything, the summoner in front of her suddenly started talking to himself:

"Phew... Luckily, she's clothed and not naked, so she probably isn't one of those crazies from the Adam Church who worship wildness and nature... and she's certainly not the Pure White Witch..."

Charlotte: ...?

What do you mean "properly clothed"?

What do you mean "naked"?

Charlotte didn't understand what nonsense the other party was talking about.

The summoned being, on the other hand, talked on and on as if he was a chatterbox:

"Why isn't she speaking?"

"Who exactly is she?"

"To be able to resonate with the Blood Curse left by the Adam Church, she must be of the Bloodline, but which one is she, a marquis or a duke?"

"Or perhaps... hiss... is she one of the prince dukes?"

"It shouldn't be... right?"

As she watched Sebastian continue to speak to himself while smiling and giving a polite bow, Charlotte had a thought and gradually started to catch on.

Could it be... she was hearing his inner thoughts?

The summoned being's "soliloquy" continued.

He wore a smile, his posture was elegant, but his mind was incredibly active:

"How did she summon me? What is the medium? This could be a huge hidden danger!"

"Unfortunately... My knowledge of high-tier Bloodline is still too limited!"

"The Cursed Pages came in with me, could they be the medium?"

Cursed Pages?

Charlotte's heart skipped a beat.

Her gaze fell on the hands of the other party, but they were behind his back, and she couldn't see clearly.

Even so, as her gaze shifted, she still felt a slight vibration from the Blood Holy Scripture in her hand!

"Your grace, beautiful lady, I am Sebastian, may I ask your name? And why have you summoned me here?"

The summoned being repeated with a smile, bowing elegantly once again.

This time, he placed the word 'grace' before 'beautiful.'

His name is Sebastian...

Charlotte remembered this name.

Given the thoughts he had just revealed, she had an idea.

She leaned back slightly, adopting a lazy and relaxed pose, with one slender leg lazily resting on the other.

Then, she gestured with a slight wave of her hand.

A swirl of crimson mist gathered in her hand, forming a crystal goblet filled with red wine.

She leaned back against the throne, one hand casually resting on the arm of the throne, while the other leisurely lifted the goblet, smiling aptly:

"My name is not important, but... you may call me Dark Night."

Her voice was ethereal, mystical, and enchanting.

Then, following her original memories of noble etiquette, she sipped the wine gracefully and casually tossed the goblet aside.

The goblet immediately transformed back into a crimson mist and dissipated.

The entire motion was fluid as a passing cloud and flowing water.

There was the nobility of the nobles and the mystery of the Bloodline.

Sebastian's gaze was momentarily stunned.

Then, it immediately lit up with appreciation:

"Elegant!"