Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel

"She's collecting cursed pages?"

"Has she gone mad? How dare she collect that stuff?"

Sebastian's eyes widened.

He stared into the mist at those golden eyes tinged with red, only to feel that the gaze returned to him not only landed on him but seemed to pierce through him, truly focusing on the cursed page hidden behind him.

They were not the eyes of madness.

Calm, profound, and at the same time… also quite beautiful, as if carrying a faint smile, seemingly possessing a magnetic charm that made it difficult for one to look away.

But Sebastian found it hard to maintain eye contact with those eyes for long.

The longer he looked into them, the more it felt like the other party could see right into his thoughts.

And when he diverted his gaze, his pupils froze the moment they fell again upon the blood-red book in front of the other.

Without the mist obscuring his view, he could see even clearer.

Beneath the thick cover lay who knows how many collected cursed pages!

So many?!

She's collected that many cursed pages?!

And… she's not even mad?

Wait, what did she say before?

She said… that was her "thing"?

A thought suddenly jumped in Sebastian's mind.

The cursed pages were afflicted with a deity's curse.

Anyone who held them for a long time would fall into madness, not even the Bloodline were exceptions.

But that was referring to mortals.

What if the other party was not a mortal?

Considering the other's disrespectful address of the Bloodline Prince just now, a bold and insane speculation suddenly arose in Sebastian's heart…

Wait…

Could it be… could it be that the Lady of the Dark Night is also a Bloodline Prince who has descended to this world?!

She…

No, He…

He's actually a deity?!

Once this wild idea came forth, Sebastian couldn't stop it.

Indeed…

The Marquis of Blood could not see through the curse upon him, but a Bloodline Prince of mythical status could.

Ordinary Bloodline could not withstand the pollution of the cursed pages, but the Blood Demon Duke and the Princes, who were also deities, could!

No wonder…

No wonder He would not tell me His true name!

For a high and mighty deity, speaking with a mortal was already the greatest blessing!

Let alone… the notoriously proud Bloodline!

Give away the true name?

Would a person tell an ant their name?

Recalling his experience just before being summoned, and the fact that the cursed page could follow him into the dream world, Sebastian suddenly realized many more details:

Wait a second…

Every action of a deity is never without purpose.

Could it be that this mysterious Lady of the Dark Night summoned me because She sensed the cursed page on me?

And the cursed page, which was widely believed to never be taken into the spirit world, could enter the dream because the other is a deity?

The more Sebastian thought about it, the more convinced he became.

At the same time, he was also more excited.

A deity!

This was a deity!

And more so, a Bloodline deity renowned for "honoring contracts"!

Although the Bloodline Princes were all deemed Evil Gods by the Holy Royal Court, even the most wicked Blood Demon Duke always kept his word!

No wonder…

No wonder the prophecy said that the chance to lift the curse on me lies with the cursed pages!

So, that's it!

The cursed pages were only the catalyst…

The Lady of the Dark Night, attracted by the cursed pages, is likely my real hope!

At that moment, Sebastian felt that he had figured everything out.

And following that realization came an even more active mind, bustling with many more thoughts:

I must take the initiative!

She holds so many cursed pages in her hands, the one I hold must seem of little significance to her.

She must have long noticed the cursed page in my hand!

Instead of waiting for her to ask for it, why not humbly offer it to make a great impression!

If She's pleased, She might not only be willing to lift the curse but could even bestow blessings on me!

That… would be the blessings of a deity!

And if I'm fortunate enough to gain her favor, I would no longer fear pursuit from the Adam Church!

Oh, no…

Let's not count on that yet.

The infighting among the Bloodline is too cruel and fierce.

One Adam Church is enough trouble for me; I do not wish to be drawn into the rest.

Getting involved in the strife among demigods could be deadly!

I just needed to lift the curse off of me!

Thinking of this, Sebastian no longer hesitated.

Determinedly, he took out the cursed page hidden behind him, raised it with both hands, and offered it elegantly, smiling respectfully and appropriately,

"You're collecting them, aren't you?"

"Great and noble lady of the Dark Night! If I could exchange it for your precious promise to solve the curse, the humble Sebastian is willing to become your temporary servant walking on the ground, searching tirelessly for the lost pages..."

Sebastian's movements were respectful and elegant, his rich voice full of sincere reverence.

At the same time, every word, every phrase he uttered was appropriate and intriguing, leaving no room for fault.

Charlotte, who was sitting high on the throne, was already stunned.

She had been ready with all sorts of excuses but never anticipated that this transcendent named Sebastian would be so adept at filling in the gaps.

Without her saying a word, he had completed the narrative in his mind.

And it seemed... if it wasn't that he didn't want to be involved in the internal struggles of the Bloodline, even if she proposed to enter into a Blood Contract with him now, he might very well accept at once...

What kind of person had she summoned?

Charlotte's emotions were exquisite.

However, it also saved her effort.

The matter of signing a contract could be delayed, she wasn't ready anyway.

First, let him help her with something, searching for the Holy Scripture Fragments.

With that in mind, Charlotte straightened her body slightly and chuckled,

"You are quite interesting."

"I accept your promise."

Having said that, she beckoned lightly, and the Holy Scripture Fragment in Sebastian's hands took flight on its own, soaring towards her.

The blood-red fragment seemed to have a life of its own, flying joyfully like a small elf around Charlotte before eagerly merging into the disguised Blood Holy Scripture in her hands.

She really was the master of the cursed pages!

Seeing this, Sebastian's heart skipped a beat, and he became even more respectful.

With the third Holy Scripture Fragment in hand, Charlotte felt a surge of joy in her heart.

However, before she could continue to speak, she sensed the rapid collapse of the edges of the Dream world...

The time limit for the summoning was nearly up.

"Let's stop here for today. Remember what you said."

Charlotte closed the Blood Holy Scripture gently, leaned lazily against the throne, and smiled faintly.

Even the crimson mist could not obscure the stunning beauty of that smile.

Sebastian was briefly stunned, then quickly bowed his head in respect.

He dared not look directly a second time, for fear his misstep would displease the deity.

The inky distortion began to appear again at the edges of the Dream, the crimson mist spreading anew.

Watching the throne grow blurry, Sebastian suddenly remembered something and loudly called out,

"Your Majesty, how may the humble Sebastian meet with your greatness once again?"

Within the crimson, a distant and ethereal voice came through:

"When I think of you, I will summon you again."

"Until then... strive to fulfill your promise."

Towards the end, the voice seemed to lighten, even holding a trace of laughter:

"Don't disappoint me, Lord Sebastian..."

With the last sound falling, the entire Dream world shattered as well.

In a haze, Sebastian's vision plunged into darkness...

...

Amidst the misty bathhouse.

Sebastian slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw was the ornate ceiling of the bathroom, adorned with religious murals.

Next to him, the beautiful Sub-human maidservants were still attending gently.

He exhaled softly, regaining his composure, and asked in a deep voice,

"How long did I sleep?"

"Your servant reports, about fifteen minutes."

The maidservant answered respectfully.

"Fifteen minutes..."

Sebastian pondered.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he hurriedly raised his left hand.

His hand was empty.

The cursed page was gone...

It seems that it was truly a summoning by a deity!

Sebastian's gaze became focused, and then he fell into thought.

The mysterious Lady of the Dark Night was undoubtedly one of the Bloodline's Princes.

But he, who considered himself quite knowledgeable about the various Princes of the Bloodline, couldn't determine which Mythical entity she might be.

It couldn't be helped, the Bloodline's Transformation Magic System was always powerful, and with the other party being a high deity, who knows whether there was a deliberate disguise, whether the true form was male or female.

However...

"She really seems to be the master of the cursed page."

"My knowledge of the cursed page is very limited; I only know it is ancient... once a Divine Artifact, but many of the Bloodline shudder at its mention."

"If I can uncover the true origin of the cursed page, perhaps... I can learn the true identity of the Lady of the Dark Night!"

"Which of the five Your Majesties could She be?"

Thinking of this, Sebastian immediately rose from the bath, causing a splash of water.

"Prepare the carriage for me. I'm off to the abandoned city district."

He commanded the maidservant.