Blood Holy Scripture: True Ancestor Charlotte de Castel

The carriage door was pulled open by the guards, and a finely crafted wooden ladder was set down.

In the center of everyone's attention, Royal Knights saw a noble girl elegantly stepping down from the carriage, holding a long sword in her hand that seemed quite familiar to the Knights, accompanied by a black cat striding proudly with its tail held high.

The girl had beautiful blond hair and a pair of clear, azure eyes like the starry sky, her perfect visage akin to the Beauty God, Aphrodite, in the flesh.

She didn't appear to be very old, her features even a bit childish. Only her fittingly beautiful noble dress added some curves to her body, making her seem somewhat more mature than her appearance suggested.

Upon seeing the girl descending from the carriage, the nobles suddenly quieted down.

They stepped back and slightly bowed, making way for the girl.

The girl slowly walked to the front of the line.

She calmly glanced at the Royal Knights blocking the entrance to the Royal Palace and lightly said,

"Do you... know who I am?"

The Knights' eyes flickered, but they did not answer.

Only the high-ranking officer at the front slightly furrowed his brow.

"Count Castel, only the true King has the right to reside in the Red Palace, and you currently do not qualify. Please retreat quickly, lest the Magic Energy Formation causes you harm,"

he said in a deep voice.

However, compared to his indifferent demeanor when facing Count Stafford just moments ago, his voice now carried a hint of respect.

Despite the respectful yet unmistakable threat from the high-ranking legion, Charlotte had not yet spoken; instead, the Roman Sword in her hand couldn't hold back,

"Only the true King may reside? How so? My chosen master, the successor appointed by the minor Edward, does he not qualify to enter the mere Red Palace?"

"Back then, the inscriptions in this palace were carved by your 'Sword Grandfather' for the Roman family!"

Hearing the words of the Roman Sword, the Royal Knights' eyes widened.

Talking swords were rare, and a talking Elf rapier was even more specific.

Clearly, faced with such a talking long sword, the Knights had recognized the identity of the Roman Sword.

Charlotte glanced at the Knights, weighing the Roman Sword in her hand:

"You... should know who it is, right?"

The Knights' eyes flickered, still silent, but their expressions showed hesitation once more.

No one answered.

But their expressions had already betrayed their thoughts.

Of course, Charlotte hadn't expected an answer from them.

She walked straight ahead, towards the Knights.

"Count, please halt!"

The high-ranking officer's expression changed, and the Knights behind him also became restless.

Charlotte, however, acted as if she heard nothing.

Holding the Roman Sword, she moved forward step by step, directly walking into the Magic Energy Formation's radiance.

Seeing this, the nobles also widened their eyes, about to step forward to stop her.

However, before either side could act, the next scene took everyone by surprise.

Just as Charlotte stepped into the range of the Magic Energy Formation, the expected "automatic attack" of the Magic Energy Formation did not trigger.

Not only that, but even the Magic Energy Radiance, which was supposed to envelop the girl, seemed to encounter an invisible barrier, being blocked right in front of her.

For the Kingdom Knight Order, the Knights felt this even more profoundly.

In their control of the Magic Energy Formation, it was as if what approached them wasn't a fragile noble girl, but a bottomless abyss.

They felt as if the activated Magic Energy Formation had hit an unseen sponge barrier.

The magic power that could severely harm Blazing Sun and even Legendary individuals not only failed to stop the girl's advance but began to be rapidly devoured by some invisible "barrier."

The girl continued to move forward, showing no sign of stopping.

And as the girl came closer, a pressure as if emanating from the soul gradually rose in the hearts of the Knights.

No one dared to actually confront Charlotte.

Setting aside the fact that the Magic Energy Formation was ineffective against Charlotte, even considering Charlotte's status, at most, they dared to obstruct her under the guise of her not yet being crowned, but dared not to truly take action against her.

And this, Charlotte had already seen through long ago.

Charlotte walked toward the Royal Palace, sword in hand.

The Knights' unrest grew larger, and some of the knights who could not hold on any longer started retreating involuntarily.

Charlotte took a step forward, the knights moved back a bit, and with another step from Charlotte, the knights retreated further...

This was an absurd sight.

Although Charlotte was alone, she managed to make hundreds of fully armored Kingdom Knights with their Magic Energy Formations constantly retreat.

And the sight of the girl forcing the Kingdom Knights to step back continuously brought looks of admiration and respect from the nobles, their eyes filled with wonder.

The strong were always respected at any time.

And strength was also an essential quality of a king.

Although the nobles didn't know how Charlotte managed to do it, at this moment, watching the girl step by step forcing the knights back, their gaze held real acknowledgment and respect.

Charlotte continued to stride forward.

And the knights felt the pressure mounting.

They kept retreating, until there was nowhere left to go.

Gradually, some knights subconsciously started moving to the sides, and as time passed, more knights did the same, leaving fewer knights in front of Charlotte.

In the end... only a high-tier officer remained.

The high-tier officer felt the pressure multiplying.

It was not just psychological pressure, but also physical.

In his perception, as the girl approached, the aura and pressure around her grew, and by now, it had reached an incredible level.

He felt he was not facing a young girl.

But rather a moving mountain.

No... deeper than a mountain, in his perception the pressure brought by the girl was almost tangible, like the stormy winds in the ocean.

His legs trembled involuntarily, his mind buzzed, feeling like he would be crushed by that indescribable pressure at any moment.

But even so, he still gritted his teeth and stood his ground.

Charlotte approached the high-tier officer.

She looked at him, already drenched in sweat, his expression fierce, yet still persevering, and nodded slightly with a smile, appreciatively saying,

"You... are not bad."

Then, she passed by the high-tier officer, entering the Royal Palace amid the nobles' cheers of "Long live the Queen."

As the pressure from Charlotte dissipated, the high-tier officer's legs gave out, and he fell directly to the ground.

He gasped for breath, his body trembling, and for a moment, he was unable to stand up again, his expression bewildered.

With a grand procession, the nobles surrounding Charlotte who had pushed back the Knight Order entered the main hall of the Red Palace.

Charlotte, holding the Roman Sword, directly went to the highest place in the palace, the King's Throne, and sat down on it directly.

Seeing the girl sitting on the King's Throne, the chief chairman of the Falling Star Kingdom Council, Count Stafford was excited.

He took a deep breath, was the first to kneel on one knee, bowed to Charlotte, and shouted,

"Charles Stafford... greets Her Majesty the Queen!"

With Count Stafford leading, the nobles who had followed Charlotte to the palace also knelt on one knee, creating a large clatter of kneeling.

The scattered sounds started, and then more and more merged into one voice, eventually evolving into a loud, deafening cheer.

That cheer resounded within the palace, spread out of the palace's grand doors, and carried very far...

Looking at the Falling Star nobles kneeling before her on one knee, Charlotte smiled gently.

She sheathed the Roman Sword, and then lightly lifted her hand:

"Arise."

With a rustle...

Upon Charlotte's command, the nobles of the Falling Star within the palace got to their feet.

Their demeanor was still respectful, but unlike when they first saw her at the port, their faces now bore genuine recognition and awe.

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To make up for last night, and today.

As for tonight... let's not promise. _(:з」∠)_