Yust left.
Charlotte and Albrecht were the only ones left on the observation deck.
Although Albrecht wanted to burst out his blood power and strangle him to death immediately because of Yust's arrangement just now, when Yust really left, Albrecht felt uncomfortable again.
Help…
Now only he and the Blood Progenitor are left!
Standing next to Charlotte, Albrecht felt as if the air around him had become suffocating.
Even when facing the Blood Demon Grand Duke Abaddon, he had never felt such fear and oppression!
Albrecht looked at Charlotte with a sigh, some nervousness, and some fear.
However, Charlotte didn't seem to be in the mood to pay attention to him.
Her eyes were still fixed on the night sky in the distance, as if she was admiring the brilliant stars.
Noticing that Charlotte didn't seem to be paying attention to him, Albrecht took a small breath.
He held his breath, first quietly moved to the side, and then looked at Charlotte cautiously.
After finding that Charlotte didn't seem to notice his little action, he became bolder and quietly moved to the side, speeding up.
Squeak, squeak, squeak... Albrecht was like a crab walking sideways, and he slid to the other side of the observation deck.
Then he lifted his legs and climbed over the railing, ready to sneak away while Charlotte wasn't paying attention.
Of course it was impossible for Charlotte not to notice him...
She looked at Albrecht, who was running away like a rat with its tail between its legs, with amusement, put on an indifferent expression, and said softly:
"Have I given you leave?"
Albrecht froze slightly.
He still maintained the motion of climbing over the railing, but he seemed like an unfortunate man petrified by Medusa, frozen in place.
He wanted to just ignore Charlotte's words and turn into a ball of black mist and fly away, but his body would not obey him.
Deep in his soul, the mark of the Blood Servant Contract flickered slightly, restraining Albrecht's actions with a will that could not be violated.
Albrecht looked bitter.
He turned halfway mechanically, his eyes meeting Charlotte's.
Under the starlight, Charlotte's blue eyes had turned golden red without anyone noticing.
The light inside is flowing, mysterious and profound.
That half-smiling gaze coincided with the eyes hidden behind the crimson mist in front of the Blood Throne in his memory, as if carrying some incredible power.
When he looked at Albrecht, he felt that the blood power in his body seemed to be frozen in an instant, as if he had returned to the time before he obtained the power of blood, when he was still an inconspicuous little devil in the hell space.
The pressure on Albrecht doubled.
He forced out a smile that was uglier than crying, and honestly put down his leg that was halfway across the hurdle, and then laughed dryly:
"Um... Great Lord Earl, I... I just saw that you were too absorbed in appreciating the starry sky, and I didn't want to disturb you rashly..."
Charlotte glanced at him.
"You're answering a question that doesn't concern you. You're quite good at avoiding the terms of the contract. I want to hear the truth."
"I was so scared, I wanted to run away..."
Albrecht blurted out as the mark of the Blood Servant Contract flickered faintly in his soul.
After saying that, he quickly covered his mouth.
Charlotte looked odd.
Although she knew that Albrecht could not resist her due to the suppression of blood and the constraints of the contract, she was still somewhat surprised by the other party's heartfelt fear.
The blood race's fear of the Blood True Ancestor seemed to be even stronger than she had imagined.
Looking at Albrecht who was like a frightened bird, Charlotte felt like teasing him.
She touched her delicate face and tilted her head:
"Am I scary?"
"More evil than the devil?"
"More sinister than the devil?"
"More brutal than the Black Dragon?"
Albrecht: …
Watching Charlotte repeating all his complaints one by one, he wanted to leave and go back to his past self to slap him in the face.
"No... You are great, you are the leader of the blood race, you are the supreme king, you are the one that we blood races look up to!"
"Your power is so great and awesome..."
Albrecht continued to answer questions irrelevantly and decisively flattered the emperor.
His legs were still shaking, and he seemed to be able to stand steadily only by holding on to the railing.
Charlotte glanced at him and said calmly:
"Tell me, why did you come to the Roman Principality, and... how is the work I asked you to do going?"
Albrecht breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Charlotte did not continue to attack him for his previous offense and blasphemy.
He hesitated for a moment and said awkwardly:
"I heard that the Roman Principality was going to hold a ceremony to recognize the ancestors, so I thought of coming here to take a look."
"Definitely...Definitely not just wanting to avoid you! Um...uh, maybe...probably...maybe...only a little bit..."
As if afraid that Charlotte might misunderstand, Albrecht quickly added.
Isn't it just about avoiding me
Charlotte thought.
Just like when she answered questions from the Holy Court after traveling through time, the blood servant could not lie to their faces, but could also tell only half the truth.
The purpose of the action that Albrecht had mentioned to her before was definitely not false. He did come to the Roman Principality with the intention of "escaping", but it was also true that he had some reservations.
Moreover, what he preserved might be his main purpose.
Now that Charlotte had revealed her identity to him, Albrecht, who was already a contracted blood servant, could no longer hide it under questioning.
"Are you also interested in the Roman Sword's recognition ceremony?"
Charlotte asked with interest.
Albrecht was stunned for a moment, then seemed to understand something and said awkwardly:
“Well… well, I guess so.”
"Is that so?"
Charlotte frowned.
She was not satisfied with the answer.
Obviously, even now, Albrecht still has some reservations.
Charlotte's eyes dimmed a little.
She put away her smile, looked at Albrecht calmly, and said:
"I want to hear the exact answer."
The blood servant contract in the soul flickered again, and the blood power trembled with it.
Facing Charlotte's unquestionable gaze, Albrecht's scalp suddenly went numb.
He didn't want to answer this question, but under the influence of the contract, he couldn't refuse, and finally had to honestly say:
"I'm here to look for the faceless idol."
"You confiscated the Faceless Statue, so I have to find a new one as a replacement. The Roman Principality's sealed Roman Sword is likely to have one here, so... I thought I'd try my luck during the ceremony."
After hearing what Albrecht said, Charlotte raised her eyebrows:
"Do you know there is a faceless statue here?"
"Maybe... just a possibility..."
Albrecht said.
Charlotte glanced at him and said with a half-smile:
"You didn't mention this in the memory you copied."
Albrecht's expression tightened and he looked embarrassed.
He laughed dryly and explained with a guilty conscience:
"You... you needed all the memories of the bloodline, and I did copy them all."
"However, at that time, the news about the Roman Principality was just my speculation. I was worried that I might be wrong, so... I didn't add it rashly..."
Charlotte gave him a long look.
Albrecht immediately lowered his head obediently, his eyes on his nose and his nose on his heart.
It's just that he is too tall.
The tall man, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, looked quite funny as he bowed his head and admitted his mistake in front of the dwarf Charlotte.
Obviously, Albrecht had more tricks up his sleeve than Charlotte had imagined.
He might not be sure whether the news about the faceless statue of the Roman Principality was true or not before, but even if it was just speculation, he should report it truthfully since it was related to the remains of the True Ancestor.
But Charlotte had no reason to blame the other party.
After all, she was a blood servant who was forcibly contracted. It was already a great fortune for her to be able to contract a legend into a blood servant. It was inevitable that she had some small thoughts.
In other words, Albrecht had no idea of Charlotte's background and completely mistook her for the resurrected Blood True Ancestor.
Otherwise, he must have more little thoughts.
However, no matter what, since the other party has been taken as a blood slave, he still has to be beaten.
Thinking of this, Charlotte looked at Albrecht.
The divine power of blood quietly operated and communicated with the mark of the blood servant contract between her and the other party.
In an instant, Albrecht felt the mark of the contract in his soul glowing, and the crimson light swallowed everything in an instant.
The world around me suddenly disappeared.
Albrecht was horrified to find himself in that majestic and solemn castle in the dark night again.
The "True Ancestor of Blood" sat high on the throne, looking down at him as if he were looking down at an ant.
However, he did not just stand below like last time, but was hung on a cross.
Under the cross, there is a burning flame, and around the cross, there are suspended swords.
The flames quickly engulfed Albrecht's body, and the suspended swords flew towards him, piercing his heart...
Albrecht let out a shrill scream as his soul burned and thousands of swords pierced his heart. He wanted to struggle, but he could do nothing while being tied to the cross.
He didn't know how much time had passed.
Maybe a year has passed, or maybe many years have passed, and the painful punishment and torture seemed to extend infinitely in time and turn into eternity.
It was not until Albrecht could no longer bear it that everything disappeared quietly.
The world returns to reality.
There was no dark castle, no cross, and no punishment, but he was still standing on the observation deck.
However, the lingering pain in his soul reminded him that he had just been... indeed punished by the True Ancestor.
The pain in his soul made Albrecht's face extremely pale. He swayed slightly and almost fell.
Opposite him, Charlotte, who had punished Albrecht with illusion magic controlled by the power of blood with the help of the Blood Servant Contract, also felt weak and barely managed to maintain her body shape without losing her composure on the spot.
Legends are legends after all.
More than a month had passed since the legendary battle of Lutetia. Although Albrecht's injuries had not fully recovered, he was no longer in the serious condition he was in before.
Charlotte, who had not yet liberated his True Ancestor, was, after all, only a Blood Viscount at the peak of Silver Moon. It was somewhat difficult for him to suppress the opponent by relying solely on the power of blood and the Blood Servant Contract.
The constraints of the contract are okay. After all, the Blood Servant is one of the highest level soul contracts. It has nothing to do with strength. It is difficult to violate.
But the most direct force suppression above this is another matter.
The punitive illusion alone almost consumed all of Charlotte's mental strength, and she was almost drained dry!
The Holy Book of Blood glowed faintly, and the divine power of blood quietly transformed. The crimson divine power flowed and turned into flowing spiritual energy to replenish Charlotte's spiritual power.
Charlotte felt a lot more relaxed.
She let out a light breath, looking calm and composed, and did not let Albrecht notice that something was wrong with her.
"This is just a minor punishment, it won't happen again."
Charlotte said calmly.
After saying this, she looked at Albrecht meaningfully again:
"Remember, I hate concealment and betrayal."
Albrecht got goose bumps after hearing Charlotte's emotionless words.
He trembled slightly, and when he raised his head again, his eyes were completely replaced by fear.
This... is this the power of the Blood True Ancestor
Just now... he really felt like his soul was being torn apart!
Just a glance made him fall into an endless illusion of punishment. If he hadn't been released in the end, he would probably have sunk forever and eventually died in the torment of his soul!
Thinking back to the illusion just now, and the blood power that surrounded him and made him tremble, Albrecht no longer had the will and consciousness to resist.
He bowed his head tremblingly and answered in a trembling voice:
"Albrecht knows, Albrecht... Thank you for your forgiveness."
Seeing the legendary descendant become completely obedient, Charlotte felt relieved.
She didn't show it on her face, and said calmly:
"Tell me, how do you plan to seize the Faceless Statue when you come to Roman?"
Charlotte was curious.
After learning from Eudocia that the sealed space of the Roman Sword was likely related to the Ancient Palace, she was also thinking about how to act more conveniently.
Now that Albrecht has come to her, perhaps he can give her some reference.
After hearing what Charlotte said, Albrecht hesitated for a moment and said:
"My original plan was to disrupt the ancestral recognition ceremony and take away the irresistible Roman Sword at the critical moment of the ceremony..."
"Then, use the Roman Sword to seize the Faceless Statue."
Good job.
Is this guy planning to disrupt the ceremony as well
However, this was much more brutal than what she and the Ness clan had planned.
It's no wonder that all the countries in Miria hate the Blood Demon Cult. They... are planning sabotage every day. It would be strange if they are not hated.
only…
Original plan
"Original plan?"
Charlotte raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, that was the original plan."
Albrecht nodded.
"After arriving in Roman, I discovered a lot of Ness bloodlines, and there are even some acquaintances among them."
"The Ness clan seems to be making some big moves as well."
"I wanted to test the waters tonight and adjust my action plan, but I didn't expect... to run into you."
After saying that, Albrecht glanced at Charlotte, hesitated for a moment, and asked cautiously:
"My Lord Earl, you seem to be very familiar with Yulster of the Ness clan..."
"Have you... conquered the Ness clan?"