Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel
Chapter 578: -67- The Blood Servant cannot lie to the Master_3

Chapter 578: -67- The Blood Servant cannot lie to the Master_3

Albrecht wore a face full of gloom as he couldn’t help but vent to the girl before him.

However, as he spoke, he finally realized...

By the True Ancestor!

Why had he blurted out all his true feelings again?!

Ah spit spit spit!

What True Ancestor above, bad luck bad luck!

Albrecht shuddered, hurriedly looking around with a mixture of shock and caution, as if afraid he might stir some presence and suddenly be engulfed in a crimson mist before being hauled in front of the Blood Throne.

Fortunately, aside from the gentle sea breeze and the melodious music from the banquet hall, there were no other abnormalities around.

Albrecht heaved a long sigh of relief.

At that time, he suddenly became aware that his conversation with the girl hadn’t ended, and his recent outpouring was definitely a huge deduction to his score!

Albrecht was endlessly annoyed, yet when he looked at the girl, he noticed that the expression she wore while watching him seemed even happier.

Eh?

Something’s not right...

That didn’t seem like pure happiness, but more like... a somewhat mocking amusement.

Surely, his impulsive words just now had lowered her opinion of him...

Albrecht frowned slightly, but wasn’t too worried, if diplomacy failed, he still had magic.

After a moment’s thought, he decided to skip past the previous topic and revealed a genial smile:

"Beautiful miss, we’ve been chatting for so long yet still don’t know each other’s identities, may I ask... how should I address you?"

Hmm?

Is he trying to advance the conversation?

Charlotte’s gaze was puzzled.

With an attitude of amusement, she put on the pretense of a minor acting like an adult and laughed:

"Sir, shouldn’t you offer your own name before asking for a lady’s?"

Upon hearing Charlotte’s words, Albrecht slapped his forehead displaying an apologetic demeanor:

"Ah, my apologies, beautiful miss, you were so cute that I completely forgot to introduce myself."

Saying so, he gracefully bowed to Charlotte and with a radiant face, announced the fake name he had prepared:

"So... Miss, allow me to formally introduce myself, you may call me Albrecht, Albrecht Yabadis Schedit."

Fake... fake name... fake name my foot!

By the True Ancestor!

Why did he reveal his real name?!

And on top of that, it was the name with the demon’s true name included!

Albrecht was stupefied!

And soon, his expression turned to one of alarmed uncertainty.

Once could be a mishap, twice a coincidence, but there would not be a third or fourth time.

If it was one mistake, that would be fine; he was the Blood Duke, the Legendary Demon, how could he repeatedly speak his innermost thoughts out loud?

Something was amiss!

This was not right!

He... He might have unknowingly been affected by some covert magic from an existence!

Albrecht’s expression turned stern as he looked around suspiciously, his mind conjuring up the names of over a dozen Bloodline members who could have secretly targeted him.

Eventually, his wary gaze fell back onto the girl before him who had caused him such strong attraction.

He wasn’t foolish.

All the irregularities seemed to start from his interaction with the girl before him.

The girl, however, didn’t seem to notice the change in his expression.

She simply nodded slightly, commending:

"Albrecht? A fine name, it’s the same as an old acquaintance of mine."

With that, the girl revealed a beaming smile:

"Then, Lord Albrecht, I’m pleased to meet you, you may call me Charlotte."

Char... Charlotte?

Albrecht was taken aback.

That name... why did it sound familiar?

Wait a moment...

Charlotte... just the name?

What about the surname?

Albrecht frowned.

He was about to speak when suddenly, he felt a familiar presence rapidly approaching.

It was... the aura of the Bloodline.

Albrecht narrowed his eyes instantly.

He secretly mobilized his magic power, ready to act at any moment when he saw a young noble of the Falling Star enter the viewing gallery.

Albrecht’s eyebrows raised.

He recognized the person’s identity.

If he wasn’t mistaken, that seemed to be the Blood Count of the Nais Clan, supposedly a third-generation Bloodline descendant of the contemporaneous Yoroc, his name... his name seemed to be Yulster.

The Blood Count of Nais?

What was he doing here?

Had his presence been discovered by the Nais Clan?

Albrecht became immediately alert, his magic power ready to unleash.

However, to his surprise, the Blood Count Yulster did not seem to pay much attention to him.

The man merely furrowed his brows, glanced at him, and then focused on the girl.

He walked straight up to the girl, smiling:

"Lord Castel, so you’re here, Prince Henry has arrived."

Lord Castel?

Albrecht was dumbfounded.

No...

Wait.

Castel...

Charlotte...

Charlotte de Castel?!

The little Earl of the Northern Land, Charlotte de Castel?!

Almost instantly, Albrecht recalled where he had seen the name Charlotte before.

That was the name of the Northern Land Lord!

And when the full name "Charlotte de Castel" emerged in his mind, the mark of the Blood Servant Contract within the depths of his soul also illuminated at that moment...

Albrecht discovered with horror that he couldn’t say the name!

A Blood Servant could not lie to their Master.

Similarly, a Blood Servant could not utter their Master’s true name directly to their face.

In that instant, Albrecht suddenly remembered all the stipulations of the Blood Servant Contract.

Looking at the girl smiling before him, he considered an inconceivable possibility, and following that dreadful possibility, all of the evening’s irregularities and mysteries unraveled...

"True... True..."

The frail figure of the girl overlapped with a vague silhouette from his memory, and Albrecht’s expression turned to one of sheer horror, his scalp tingling, unable to finish his sentence.