Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel

Gazing across, there must have been no fewer than fifty types.

An old woman wearing a monocle stood in front of the dining cart, carefully placing a serving of cream of mushroom soup on the table.

Seeing Charlotte, she smiled slightly, put down the porcelain plate in her hand, and said indulgently,

"Oh, come take a look, isn't this the pearl of Castile, the adorable countess, my precious Charlotte?"

As she spoke, she magically produced a beautiful little box from behind her, which contained a cross necklace that was clearly worth a fortune.

Holding the jewelry box in front of the young girl, the old woman said lovingly,

"Happy birthday, my dear! This is your birthday gift for this year!"

Glancing at the glittering necklace, Charlotte subtly twitched the corner of her mouth.

But she soon noticed the apron that the old lady had yet to remove and felt a warmth in her heart, smiling,

"Grandmother, are you personally cooking today?"

The old woman set aside the jewelry box, carefully wiped her hands with a damp cloth, and then affectionately ruffled her granddaughter's hair, saying gently,

"Of course, today is your special day, and no one knows better than I do what you like to eat."

"Come dine, my little birthday girl, tonight's dishes are all your favorites from usual."

If the maids and deacons of the estate were always serious and repressed, making Charlotte, who had crossed over, feel as if these servants were gravely ill...

Then Ilena de Castel, the grandmother of this body, was the most comforting presence to her these past few days.

She was Charlotte's grandmother, the current leader of the Castel family, and the young girl's only relative.

Despite being a great noble of high stature and of an age to enjoy her twilight years, the old woman still personally cooked for her granddaughter, which showed how much she doted on her.

Preparing such a lavish feast, even with the help of a chef, was no easy feat for an elderly grandmother.

"Grandmother, you've worked hard,"

Charlotte felt warmth in her heart.

She skillfully picked up the hem of her skirt, curtsied elegantly, and then naturally took her seat at the dining table.

In three days, she had become familiar with the noble rituals.

The old woman glanced at the ornate clock on the wall and the night outside the window,

"It's getting late, let's dine."

With that, she declined the assistance of the advancing maid and personally tied a napkin around the young girl's neck with slow, gentle movements.

Truth be told, if not for her difficulty walking around the table due to her legs and feet, Charlotte strongly suspected that her grandmother, who spoiled her to the heavens, would even take over the server's work and serve her personally...

Tonight's dinner was even more delicious than the previous nights.

The cooking was exquisite, the flavors delightful, and it left her longing for more.

Charlotte gracefully dined with the servants' attention, all the while pondering her future life.

Her memories after crossing over were not complete.

But a couple of days had been enough for her to understand her family background and current situation, and to find her footing successfully.

It had to be said that the identity Charlotte had crossed into was quite a surprise.

Although the gender was different, the other aspects of her new identity were near perfect, surely a textbook case of an Arrogant Woman's start.

This life was called Charlotte, which phonetically matched her name in her previous life.

An orphan since childhood, she was the only direct descendant of the ancient and wealthy Castel family.

A real noble from the old world, the future head of the family.

Though young, she was guarded by the experienced Old Countess, so no one dared covet the Castel family's assets.

And when Charlotte turned 16 and came of age, she would formally inherit the title of countess and a rich expanse of land, owning dozens of castles, manors, and vineyards.

In other words, Charlotte's start in the otherworldly realm was one of financial freedom, the peak of life.

The fortune she was set to inherit could not be spent in a lifetime!

Having familiarized herself with her identity, Charlotte knew her life in the otherworldly world was about to take off.

These past few days, she had already started thinking about how to enjoy life after inheriting the title in a year's time.

Should she use her knowledge from Blue Star to climb the technological ladder in this backward otherworldly realm?

Leveraging this identity to build a business empire spanning the entire continent?

Or perhaps employ a hundred beautiful young ladies to serve me every day and live a dreamy, carefree life?

However, just as Charlotte was letting her imagination run wild, she realized that her grandmother, Countess Castel, had not yet touched her knife and fork.

This elderly noblewoman was merely sitting there quietly, smiling and watching her.

The girl hesitated for a moment, then gently set down her cutlery.

In the fragmented memories she inherited, eating alone before the elders had begun was unbecoming of a lady, something the original person tried to avoid on a regular basis.

"Grandmother, aren't you eating?" Charlotte asked.

Countess Castel simply shook her head,

"No, my little Charlotte, all of this is for you."

With that, she smiled faintly, her hand gently and slowly caressing the girl's cheek,

"After all, this is your last supper."

Last... supper?

Charlotte was momentarily stunned.

She couldn't help but look at Countess Castel, whose smile suddenly seemed deep and strange.

The clouds outside the window drifted past slowly, revealing a blood-red full moon.

The moonlight, red as blood, poured through the window into the dining room, casting a misty, crimson hue over everything.

In Charlotte's suddenly constricted pupils, the originally dignified and kind Countess Castel underwent a startling transformation.

Her complexion turned as pale as that of a corpse, and her blue-gray eyes gradually filled with a crazed blood-red color.

The affection in her gaze had completely vanished.

In its place were bloodlust and greed...

"My dear treasure, you don't seem to be looking too well."

The old woman smiled at Charlotte, her mouth stretching to her ears, a snake-like tongue undulating as it gently slid across the girl's cheek.

Fuck!

Monster!

Charlotte was so shocked that she immediately stood up.

The utensils on the table were swept to the ground, colliding with one another, producing a harsh tinkling sound.

"Miss Charlotte, you've dropped your knife and fork," the Chief Maid's emotionless voice sounded.

A rotting arm infested with maggots picked up the knife and fork and gently placed them before Charlotte.

Holy shit!

Charlotte's eyes instantly bulged.

She turned stiffly to see the Chief Maid beside her already decomposed, the bloody, rotting flesh barely concealing the bones underneath, several fat maggots wriggling in the eye sockets.

Outside the window, flocks of crows circled and danced amid a continuous cacophony of caws.

Inside the dining room, nearly a hundred butlers and maids turned in unison to look toward Charlotte, their rotting mouths slightly parted, revealing a bizarre and uniform smile.

The stench of rotting corpses instantly spread...

Charlotte's scalp tingled all of a sudden.

Without hesitation, she turned and fled.

However, as soon as she took a step, her body suddenly weakened, losing all its strength in an instant...

Damn it!

The food... it was poisoned!

A strong sense of fatigue spread to her limbs, and she fell to the ground, slowly slumping down.

As her consciousness faded away, what she heard was the indifferent and cold command of "Countess Castel,"

"The time is almost upon us, prepare the final bloodline sacrifice ritual..."