Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel

However, Charlotte breathed a sigh of relief at the bottom of her heart.

Based on the old witch's previous words, she had roughly guessed the reason.

The girl regained her composure, her voice gaining some confidence:

"Countess Castel, I think... there really is a misunderstanding between us."

"Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding?"

The elderly woman's eyes were bloodshot, her expression as dangerous as that of a furious beast.

Charlotte pondered her words, then said:

"You were conducting some special ceremony, weren't you? And this ceremony is related to the saints of the Holy Royal Court?"

"What I mean to say is, I am actually not one of the saints of the Holy Royal Court."

"That... it seems you've got the wrong person."

Countess Castel fell silent.

The next second, Charlotte felt a formidable spiritual power descend upon her.

Moments later, as the spiritual power dissolved, the countess's expression grew incredibly sour:

"No Holy Seal…"

"Actually not a saint of the Holy Royal Court!"

"How is this possible? How can this be!"

"If you are not a follower of the Holy Royal Court, why would you be summoned by the Holy Spirit Summoning Ceremony?"

How should I know?

I was just sleeping after an all-nighter at work, and who knew that when I woke up, I'd be in this damned place!

And they even changed my gender!

Charlotte complained in her heart.

She kept a composed face and shook her head:

"I don't know either."

"When I woke up, I was already like this."

Saying this, she carefully chose her words and showed what she perceived as a friendly smile, continuing:

"Countess Castel."

"As you can see, I am not the True Spirit of the Saint that you need, and sacrificing me seems completely pointless."

"Perhaps, we could talk this over…"

"Talk it over? You think you're in a position to do that?"

Countess Castel's eyes flickered red, her expression scornful.

Her murderous intent was so strong, as if she was blaming Charlotte entirely for the failure of the summoning.

Charlotte had no doubt that if she couldn't provide a suitable reason, the old witch in front of her would not hesitate to kill her the very next second.

Suppressing the unease in her heart, Charlotte feigned calm and continued smiling:

"That might not be the case; compared to a doomed sacrifice, I believe that keeping me alive might bring you more benefits."

"Summoning me here might even prove to be an unexpected blessing for you."

A wise man bends and stretches to suit the situation.

Now, caught in a life-and-death crisis, and facing a mentally unstable old crone, Charlotte felt no pressure in acting submissive.

Pride and dignity could wait.

Survival first!

"Oh? You mean to say… you have some abilities I am unaware of?"

Countess Castel slightly raised her eyebrow.

This time, she scrutinized the girl more carefully, seeming somewhat intrigued:

"Tell me, what can you do?"

Charlotte smiled slightly, continuing:

"For instance… I know how to make a lot of delicacies, all dishes you've never seen before."

After she finished, she noticed Countess Castel's gaze shift subtly.

This was anticipated; from the fragmented memories inherited from Charlotte, Countess Castel was indeed a gourmet.

But…

"If it's just about fine cuisine, that is not enough to save your little life, my little Charlotte."

Countess Castel shook her head slightly.

"I am also skilled in business. I am confident that I can expand the Castel family's businesses several times over within ten years…"

Charlotte pondered for a few seconds, then upped her offer.

Countess Castel seemed pensive, as if tempted.

Yet ultimately, her gaze toward the girl remained unchanged, more probing now.

Charlotte gritted her teeth:

"I also know a lot of knowledge, all of which this world does not possess, any one of which could bring revolution to this era!"

"I…"

"Wait!"

Upon hearing this, Countess Castel suddenly interrupted her.

Narrowing her eyes slightly, she asked:

"You just said… you know a lot of knowledge not available in this world?"

Charlotte hesitated:

"Yes."

"You... come from the Otherworld?"

Charlotte instinctively wanted to deny it.

But feeling the presence that locked onto her, she hesitated for a moment, then slowly nodded:

"Yes… I do."

The secret of body switching was already known.

Plus, having someone from the Otherworld didn't seem to matter anymore.

Countess Castel fell silent again.

Gradually, the corners of her mouth began to lift, forming a satisfied smile, which continued to bloom into a more uninhibited smile, and finally erupted into an excited cackle:

"Hehe... hehe... hahahaha..."

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"Good! Very good! Extremely good!"

Seeing the other party so happy, Charlotte felt a bit strange and uneasy, but ultimately, she sighed with relief for the time being.

Burying her apprehension, frustration, and anger deep inside, she suppressed her restlessness and nervousness, trying to appear relaxed, and smiled:

"It seems you are quite satisfied."

"So… can you let me down now?"

Saying this, she twisted her body, which was in so much pain that it was nearly numb, and pretended to casually sigh:

"To be honest, hanging here is quite uncomfortable. I feel like my blood is about to run dry…"

"Snort…"

A dull pain suddenly came from her abdomen, causing a strong urge to vomit, and she couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of fresh blood mixed with bits of organs.

She slowly looked down, her expression incredulous.

Below her, a fist-thick, terrifying black tentacle had pierced through her stomach, wildly squirming and stirring inside.

And on the other side of the tentacle was Countess Castel, whose smile had faded, now expressionless.

"Why… why…"

Feeling her life force rapidly ebbing away, Charlotte's eyes widened, filled with resentment and confusion.

The old woman let out a cold laugh:

"Why, you ask? Of course, it's to continue with the ceremony and proceed with the sacrifice."

Saying this, her expression turned fierce and greedy, bloodthirsty and fanatical:

"Hehe, what a pleasant surprise, you are right, you really are my pleasant surprise!"

"An Otherworldly Soul, ah, this is an existence a hundred times more precious than a Saint True Spirit!"

"What is a Holy Saint worth?"

"Once I sacrifice you, I will surely receive the Lord's grace, gaining Divine Grace like never before!"

Damn!

Is that so?

Charlotte cursed under her breath.

She struggled to raise her head, using the last bit of her strength to force a smile at the old woman:

"Alright… motherfucker."

Countess Castel frowned.

Although she didn't understand the harsh words, she instinctively felt they were not anything pleasant.

Glancing at the increasingly round, red moon through the skylight, she cruelly smirked:

"The auspicious time has come."

"My pleasant surprise… enjoy the final crimson moonlight!"

With that, she set down the Dark Cross, raised the blood-red tattered page high, and her body radiated with intense light.

Charlotte felt as if she was locked in by an indescribable, bizarre force, instantly losing control over her body.

The blood within her body started boiling, and the monstrous wound in her abdomen seemed to burn fiercely, a sign that the sacrifice ceremony had begun…

Damn.

Just two days after transmigrating, and I'm already done for; probably no transmigrator has it worse than me.

Charlotte sighed inwardly.

Had she known it would come to this… After transmigrating, she shouldn't have been so reserved and should have thoroughly explored her new body first.

As these wild thoughts raced through her mind, time seemed to slow down like never before.

Meanwhile, the Countess and living corpses' rising and falling prayers slowly reached Charlotte's ears:

"O Sovereign who travels between the Abyss and this realm,"

"Embodiment of corruption and decay,"

"Savior of the Descendants of Blood…"

"Great Duke, Blood Demon—Yabaton!"

"Your humble servant, begging for your grace…"

"I offer the most valued bloodline of the Castel family and a soul from the Otherworld, beseeching you to grant your humble servant eternal youth and vitality…"

Hmm…

This prayer…

Seems… somewhat familiar...

As Charlotte's consciousness gradually blurred, her vision suddenly brightened.

In the crimson light, a series of ancient and strange characters slowly appeared before her eyes:

"[Blood Holy Scripture] detects an ongoing Divine Skill Ritual—"

"[Ritual Name: Bloodline Sacrifice Ceremony]"

"[Offering: Charlotte de Castel]"

"[Performer: Ilena de Castel]"

"[Recipient: Duke Blood Demon Yabaton]"

"[Magic Effect: Using one's own bloodline as an offering, the performer gains the bloodline's power and life force, the recipient gains the soul and memory.]"

"[Interception Probability Judgment: 100%]"

"[Intercept?]"

Charlotte: …