Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel

Dean Lawuer's voice was calm and gentle.

Yet Charlotte felt increasingly tense.

Ever since she was rescued, a doubt had lingered in her heart.

It was the fatal wound that had once pierced her abdomen.

The wound healed during the sacrifice, but the blood and fragments of viscera that had spilled onto the ground were unmistakably real.

There were too many clues that could reconstruct the scene.

A failed sacrifice, and an Offering supposed to die yet miraculously survived—this was the biggest problem.

Since last night, Charlotte had been pondering how to respond.

And in her mind, she had already crafted her words.

With this in mind, the girl took a deep breath, ready to speak her response.

However, when she looked up, her heart suddenly seized with alarm.

Beside Dean Lawuer, the female Knight still stared at her with a calm demeanor.

Her gaze was as indifferent and cold as ever.

Being watched by those profound eyes, Charlotte, who was about to explain, had the eerie illusion of being under surveillance.

No.

Or rather, it was not an illusion.

But rather a kind of targeted Spiritual Sense.

She trusted this Spiritual Sense very much.

Especially since becoming of the Bloodline, her intuition seemed to have been greatly enhanced.

Somewhere inside, Charlotte had a premonition...

She must avoid telling any lies in her next words!

With this thought, Charlotte twisted the wound in the palm of her hand, and the acute pain instantly activated her tear ducts.

A misty haze enveloped Charlo's eyes, and she transformed back into that pitifully cute little thing:

"Monsters... I saw so many monsters..."

"My grandmother, the Lady, tied me up, she said she wanted to sacrifice me to the Blood Demon Duke..."

"She turned into a monster... such a terrifying monster... sob sob sob..."

As she spoke, her large tears fell like beads, her eyes brimming with tears, revealing an image of utter distress.

Even Charlotte herself was surprised how easily this body could weep.

And the effect was powerful.

Ignoring the expressionless female Knight for the moment, Dean Lawuer's face softened visibly to the naked eye.

"Then... what about the wound on your body?"

The old priest asked again, his voice very gentle.

"I... I heard her beg for mercy, and then... then she died!"

"And the injury on my body healed..."

Wrapped in the covers, Charlotte shrank back, her face filled with fright, and she spoke in bewilderment.

Any explanation and lies have their flaws.

The true art of speaking is to tell the truth in a way that leaves the other party without answers and unable to find fault.

After waking up, Charlotte had been contemplating how to clear herself from any suspicion related to Countess Castel's death.

But later, she figured it out.

Since she was still lying here as a patient, it meant she was safe for the moment.

If her guess was correct, there was likely an unknown reason that was interfering with these people's judgment.

Besides the healed wound, they probably had no evidence to connect last night's sacrifice to her—they were likely just suspicions.

Otherwise, they wouldn't be asking her questions.

In such a situation, the less said, the better.

She just needed to pick some ambiguous truths to tell, and there was no need to find reasons to explain.

After all, she was just a weak, pitiful, helpless, and young victim.

What could a terrified little girl remember?

Dean Lawuer seemed thoughtful.

He glanced at Captain Kara on the other side.

"Truth."

The female Knight said indifferently, arms crossed over her chest.

Damn!

She could actually discern truth from lies!

Charlotte didn't know whether to feel relieved or vigilant.

The old priest nodded:

"Alright, I'm done asking. Kara, start the physical examination and healing."

The moment of truth was upon her!

Charlotte's heart leaped.

She lifted her head, quietly watching the female Knight.

Her heart, uncontrollably, pounded furiously.

Could the Divine Technique Counter successfully activate?

Would there be any visible anomalies after it triggered?

If the investigation of the Divine Skill Ritual was blocked, would the other party notice?

Would she be scorched by the divine light?

Charlotte had no answers to these questions.

But now, she could only focus her energy on the Blood Holy Scripture in her consciousness and take a gamble on it.

Captain Kara approached Charlotte.

One of her hands rested on Charlotte's head, while her right gripped the hilt of her sword.

This was an extraordinarily cautious Demon Hunting Knight.

Even now, she was prepared to fight at a moment's notice.

Even though before her was a fragile and beautiful pitiful young girl.

Charlotte held her breath, raised her guard, and watched the palm full of calluses and scars.

Kara's gaze then sharpened, and a majestic and icy voice followed:

"Divine... Fire!"

A pure brilliance flourished, blooming in the palm of the Knightress, and swiftly turned into golden flames, enveloping Charlotte.

Charlotte felt as if boiling oil was being poured over her flesh; an unprecedented burning pain erupted in both the physical and spiritual dimensions simultaneously.

Fuck me sideways!

Pain, pain pain pain pain!

Despite being mentally prepared, Charlotte couldn't help but show a pained expression, almost jumping out of the bed.

Almost instantly, Dean Lawuer's complexion changed, and Kara's eyes turned frosty, drawing her silver sword.

Damn it!

A sense of dread sank in Charlotte's heart.

However, just when she thought she was about to meet a GG (Good Game) end, the familiar crimson radiance finally blossomed before her, and the text of ancient and bizarre characters slowly appeared:

[The Blood Holy Scripture detects an incoming Divine Skill Ritual—]

[Spell Name: Divine Fire]

[Caster: Kara Duval]

[Infected One: Charlotte de Castel]

[Magic Effect: The Divine Fire of Divine Lord Haral, capable of burning to ashes all beings marked as evil by the Holy Royal Court; when the Divine Fire affects other beings, especially on Holy believers, it will stimulate the target's bodily potential, having an excellent Healing effect.]

[Interception Probability Assessment: 90%]

[Intercept?]

Finally!

Charlotte was both shocked and delighted.

"Intercept!"

Ignoring the 10% risk of failure, she shouted resolutely in her heart.

Charlotte's luck wasn't too bad.

The moment she made her decision, the Blood Holy Scripture in her consciousness burst forth with a crimson glow.

Charlotte felt as if an invisible protective film had appeared over her body.

The scorching heat remained uncomfortable, but the burning pain had vanished.

[The Divine Fire has been successfully intercepted]

[Would you like to terminate or modify the Magic Technique?]

"Modify! Adjust the judgement of the technique! Declare the Infected One not evil, but a devout Believer of the Holy Royal Court!"

Charlotte commanded from the depths of her heart.

Successfully intercepting the Divine Skill Ritual was a big step towards victory.

But it wasn't enough.

Since she was going to be investigated, she had to use this opportunity to thoroughly wash away the suspicion from herself, especially the suspicion of her Bloodline identity!

And the best way to do that was to have the Church's personnel deliver the verdict themselves.

After all, what identity could the Church trust more than a devout believer of the Holy Royal Court?

As Charlotte issued her command, the Blood Holy Scripture in her consciousness once again shone brilliantly, and a secret rhythm worked upon her body.

In Charlotte's perception, the Divine Fire that enveloped her underwent a marvelous change.

It was still "fire."

But to Charlotte's senses, it no longer burned hotly, but had become as gentle as a breeze.

It was like the sun's warmth in spring, and Charlotte felt a warm power surge into her body, stimulating her potential and healing her wounds.

At the same time, Charlotte also noticed that the Blood Holy Scripture in her consciousness was emanating a faint halo of light, seemingly absorbing the power of the Divine Fire.

The Holy Scripture opened on its own, the golden script on it flickering subtly.

On the reverse of the title page, in the "Blood Summon" section, the "cooldown" ratio was no longer a gray 0%, but was increasing bit by bit...

1%, 2%, 3%...

Charlotte's spirit was lifted.

She had never imagined that after altering the judgement of the Divine Fire, this Divine Art could actually charge her Holy Scripture!

Excitement spread within her.

She was no longer afraid, instead hoping that the other's Divine Arts would last a bit longer, allowing her to shear more wool for the Holy Scripture to fortify itself...

There was no need to hide the joy and pleasure on her face.

In fact, Charlotte even deliberately exaggerated her expression, riding the momentum to feign an ecstatic and devout demeanor.

She was just short of kneeling on the ground, weeping copiously, and crying out praises for the Divine.

Honestly speaking, Oscar seriously owed her an Academy Award.

Seeing the brilliant Divine Fire on Charlotte's body along with the girl's excited and fervent expression, Dean Lawuer's demeanor gradually softened, and Captain Kara silently lowered her raised silver sword.

Charlotte knew she had passed the test.