Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel

West part of Bold City, the abandoned district.

Since the terrifying Flame Demon Disaster ten years ago, this area had been designated by the Holy Royal Court as a forbidden zone inaccessible to ordinary people.

A decade had passed, and those most powerful monsters had already been eradicated by the Demon Hunting Institute and the Judgement Court. The once horrifying memories had also gradually faded, only lingering in the reminiscence of those who had experienced it.

Although Dark Corruption still lingered in some shady corners, with the continuous development of the city's commerce and crafts in recent years, the urban civilian class grew stronger, and a large number of wanderers and freelancers flooded into the ever-expanding city. Now, this place had become a paradise in the darkness of Bold City.

Located at the northwest of the abandoned district, near the border of the Outer City District.

This was the largest slum of Bold City and the most densely populated area.

Most who lived here were bottom-tier employees from various simple workshops in the western district, servants of small nobles and wealthy families, freelance mercenaries hoping to become rich, farmers and free tenants who had lost their lands due to the nobles' enclosures, and also robbers, thieves, and beggars.

This place was also a favorite haunt for Cultists.

On the dirty, uneven, muddy streets, a luxurious carriage slowly drove by.

Seeing the red rose emblem on the side of the carriage, the numb-faced pedestrians on the streets quickly lowered their heads and frantically moved aside, bowing in greeting.

This carriage belonged to the Rose Association, the largest underworld organization in Bold City.

In the abandoned district, the influence of the Rose Association was almost on par with the Holy Royal Court.

The carriage halted in front of a dilapidated hut.

The carriage door opened, and two beautiful beast-eared maids descended, laying down a red carpet on the muddy ground all the way to the hut's door.

Sebastian, tall and dressed in a black tailcoat with white gloves, holding an elegant noble's cane, gracefully stepped down from the carriage.

Approaching the hut, he gently knocked on the door.

After a moment, the door creaked open, and a beautiful girl around fourteen or fifteen peeked out cautiously.

She had lovely brown hair and snow-white bosoms far too mature for her age, wore a shabby maid's outfit patched all over, and her unusual reddish-gold pupils were full of wariness.

Seeing the girl, Sebastian gave a slight smile and produced a rose:

"Good afternoon, beautiful Miss Rena. Do you remember me?"

"Bang!"

The door was immediately shut.

Sebastian: …

His mouth twitched slightly, he set down the rose, and knocked on the door again:

"Miss Rena, I am here to visit Miss Anna, please open the door."

The door remained immovable.

Sebastian sighed helplessly.

He cleared his throat and called out loudly:

"Miss Anna, I am Sebastian, the chairman of the Rose Association, here to visit you for urgent matters!"

Silence…

Not until a moment later did the door slightly creak open again.

The girl named Rena eyed Sebastian warily, her reddish-gold pupils still filled with the caution of a small animal.

"Rena, let him in."

An aged voice came from inside the hut, carrying a long sigh.

Rena glanced back, then obediently nodded and quietly pulled the door open.

"Thank you, Miss Rena."

Sebastian showed a brilliant smile and elegantly entered the hut.

Inside, the light was dim.

An elderly, emaciated old woman sat in a recliner, appearing drowsy.

Feeling Sebastian's approach, she slowly opened her eyes, revealing a pair of pale, cloudy eyes:

"Lord Sebastian, I believe I told you not to disturb this old woman again."

Her voice was old and calm, tinged with a hint of resignation.

However, she instantly froze.

She stared blankly at something above Sebastian's head, and a glimmer of light flashed through her murky eyes.

Gradually, her eyes widened, and she couldn't help but rise from the recliner as if she had seen something unbelievable.

She shakily reached out her dry arms towards Sebastian, as if trying to grasp something, her old voice suddenly starting to tremble:

"Crimson!"

"I see a crimson like blood!"

"The golden sun sets into the eternal darkness…"

"A crimson Blood Moon rises in the dazzling light!"

"The Rose holds a rose…"

"The Blood Moon lifts a throne!"

"This… this is…"

"Fire!"

"This is fire!"

"Fire burns! Fire spreads! Flames… devour everything!"

"And then…"

"All is born anew!"

The old woman's voice was strident, almost maniacal.

Her crazed appearance startled both the girl Rena and Sebastian.

As she shouted, light and shadow flickered throughout the hut, bright and dark, and a wild wind creaked the wooden house…

Sebastian's expression became solemn almost instantaneously.

He knew, her Precognitive Eye had seen a prophecy again.

The old woman's frenzy lasted a long time.

Only after a long while did everything return to calm.

She settled back in her recliner, appearing very tired and having aged even more.

After a moment, she lifted her head again, her cloudy pale eyes fixed on Sebastian:

"Lord Sebastian…"

"Can you tell me, what have you encountered?"

"Why does your presence again trigger my Precognitive Eye?"

"Your fate seems to have undergone an earth-shattering change… I cannot fathom your future anymore!"

"What exactly have you encountered?"

Watching the old woman's pale eyes, Sebastian's heart raced.

Of course, he knew what he had encountered.

But… he had not expected his visit to cause such a great reaction!

Taking a deep breath, he smiled and said:

"Miss Anna."

"I am here to thank you. Your previous prophecy came true."

"I truly found the opportunity to break the curse through the pages of the curse book!"

"This is my reward, please accept it..."

Saying this, he took out a small, exquisite ring from his bosom and respectfully placed it before the old lady.

The old woman didn't even glance at the ring.

She quietly watched Sebastian, a trace of light flickering through her pale eyes.

After a moment, she suddenly said,

"So... the origin of everything is the opportunity you found?"

Sebastian smiled but remained silent.

The old woman was silent.

After a long time, she sighed deeply,

"Enough. If you don't want to speak, then don't."

"I'm old and can't stand much more."

"Thinking about it, sometimes the less you know, the happier you might be..."

Having said this, the old woman gestured for the young girl Rena to take the ring.

Then she calmly said,

"That said, what did you want to ask this time?"

Sebastian laughed.

He sat down beside the old woman's recliner, conjuring a goblet filled with red wine and elegantly sipped it.

Then, smiling, he said,

"This time, it is actually related to the prophecy last time."

"I know you are profoundly knowledgeable and have explored deeply into the Bloodline."

"I want to ask you about the origin of the curse book pages..."

Upon hearing Sebastian's words, the old woman gave him a meaningful look,

"What do you ask this for?"

"Perhaps... I'm quite interested in the origin of the curse book pages?"

Sebastian lightly sipped his wine and smiled.

The old woman snorted, clearly disbelieving.

After a moment, she said,

"The curse book pages were once a divine artifact of the Bloodline, or more precisely, they became a divine artifact when all pages were gathered together."

"It was the most ancient and mysterious artifact of the Bloodline."

"No one knew what the artifact did, and everyone who knew of its existence, including the Bloodline, only knew that it recorded all the inheritance of the Bloodline..."

"Of course, after it was destroyed, the inheritance has been cursed, and mortals who come into contact with it will be corrupted, even gods see it as worthless... The curse book pages then remain only as something fallen and cursed."

"When the artifact was intact, it once had an ancient and resonant name..."

Saying this, the old woman looked directly at Sebastian, her voice grave,

"Blood Holy Scripture!"

"Blood Holy Scripture..."

Sebastian pondered this name. He adjusted his expression, and asked solemnly,

"Then... who owns it?"

"Why you ask that?"

The old woman did not answer but suddenly countered.

"Just curious."

Sebastian lightly sipped his wine and subtly rubbed his fingers.

The old woman laughed.

She gave Sebastian a meaningful look and shook her head,

"Lord Sebastian, do you know that when you lie, you tend to subconsciously rub your fingers?"

Sebastian's gesture froze, and his smile stiffened slightly.

However, the old woman did not dwell on this, and merely sighed, saying,

"Regarding the owner of the Blood Holy Scripture... Although it has almost become a lost secret, it happens that... this old woman knows."

Saying this, her expression grew more solemn,

"Lord Sebastian, I have a question to ask you first."

"Please ask."

Sebastian smiled.

The old woman paused, then suddenly said,

"Lord Sebastian, what kind of artifact do you think can be called a Holy Scripture?"

Sebastian laughed,

"A Holy Scripture... naturally refers to holy artifact books left by a sacred presence, which is a common term used by the Church."

"In the Church, any existence that leaves behind a Holy Scripture must be a great deity and must be the main god of the Church."

"And what about for a race?"

The old woman asked slowly.

"A race? That would naturally be..."

Sebastian paused.

He was stunned for a moment, as if a bolt of thunder resounded in his mind, his pupils dilated, and he almost subconsciously stood up.

The old woman, following his train of thought, continued,

"For a race, it would naturally be the most sacred and ancient presence within that race."

"For instance... the creator of the race."

"Or, the origin and ancestor of the race..."

At this point, the old woman looked solemnly at Sebastian,

"Lord Sebastian..."

"Now, do you know who the owner of the curse book pages is?"

Sebastian was at a loss; he no longer understood what the old woman was talking about.

Because at that moment, his mind was consumed by a roaring voice,

"The True Ancestor!"

"It's the True Ancestor!"

"The most sacred and ancient existence, the origin of all Bloodlines!"

"Lady Dark Night is not a demigod, not a prince of the Bloodline!"

"She is the owner of the Blood Holy Scripture, she... is the True Ancestor of the Bloodline!"

"She is a True God!"

"She is a true... deity!"