"The master who wanders between the abyss and the present world..."

"The embodiment of depravity and decay..."

"The Savior of the Blood Seed..."

"..."

"Your humble servant, hereby pray for grace..."

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Charlotte woke up from her sleep again.

What comes into view is the familiar purple-black bedtop, which is beautifully carved with a thorn and rose pattern. It is surrounded by black gauze curtains with gold edges, and four pointed bedposts painted with religious reliefs are looming among them.

Even though it had been three days since he traveled to another world, he still felt a little uncomfortable looking at this gothic aristocratic bedroom.

Of course, the murmuring prayers that I hear vaguely every night, like the whispers of ancient gods, are also one of the reasons.

Charlotte always had the illusion that something was calling him.

But every time he woke up, he couldn't remember what he heard.

Turning to look out the window, night had fallen.

Under the deep moonlight, you can occasionally hear the hoarse howl of a cat.

Charlotte was a little surprised.

Today's nap, he actually slept from noon to night!

"Tuk tuk tuk..."

There was a gentle knock on the bedroom door.

"Oh, is it coming again..."

Charlotte frowned slightly and felt a headache for a moment.

Before he could say anything, the door of the room was slowly pushed open with a creak, and two rows of maids in black and white dresses walked in neatly.

Their expressions were old-fashioned and serious, and they were holding in their hands sets of gorgeous and complicated dresses for aristocratic girls of different styles, and wooden boxes filled with ornaments and jewelry that made people dazzled.

"Good evening, Miss Charlotte."

"It's dinner time. Mrs. Castel asks you to change your clothes and go to dinner."

The head maid took a step forward and saluted dully, her movements were very standard.

Oh yes.

It should be "she" now.

Charlotte glanced numbly at the women's clothes they brought over, and instantly put on the silly and cute face in her original body's incomplete memory, looking like an ignorant girl who had just woken up from sleep, looking naturally cute:

"Good evening...Ms. Mariana!"

Then, she naturally skipped those overly sweet and cute girly dresses and pointed to a Gothic Lolita dress that was mainly black with gold, supplemented by burgundy and white. She tilted her head slightly and said sweetly:

"That's it!"

The voice is soft, delicate and pleasant.

That innocent and cute look was completely different from the calm and helpless look when she was alone just now.

Men are overflowing with protectiveness when they see her, and women are overflowing with maternal love when they see her.

Even the fat black cat passing by outside the window was distracted for a moment and almost fell down.

All I can say is that this girl is really good at pretending, and she does it very well.

However, as professional servants of the ancient Castel family, the well-trained maids still looked serious and unwavering, which made Charlotte feel quite boring.

After receiving confirmation, these old-fashioned maids immediately took action like a silent army.

This is what great nobles are good at.

There is no need for you to do anything at all, there are people to take care of everything.

Someone brought a silver basin filled with water to wash Charlotte, someone used a silk gauze towel dipped in rose water to wipe her body, someone picked up a whalebone hair comb to take care of her long hair...

Charlotte herself was like a dress-up doll, at their mercy.

no way.

Who told her that she had never experienced this in her previous life?

Not to mention such cumbersome aristocratic skirts, she had never been exposed to women's clothing.

The change of clothes lasted nearly thirty minutes.

Charlotte felt as if a century had passed.

"Miss Charlotte, it's ready."

After a long time, the head maid bowed again and ordered someone to push over a gorgeous standing mercury mirror.

In the mirror is a girl who looks to be thirteen or fourteen years old.

He is not tall and his facial features are as delicate as those of a doll.

The black and white butterfly headdress gathers the long, smooth and silky golden hair, and the ends are tied into curls, hanging naturally on the shoulders.

Her milky white and smooth skin, with a hint of sickly paleness, coupled with her blue eyes as clear as the sky, gave people a feeling of frailty and pity.

The white shirt decorated with ruffles has a burgundy bow ribbon tied in front, and the black corset tightens the green waist in an extremely graceful way.

The tulle outer skirt with black gold inlay as the main tone is decorated with complex and gorgeous lace patterns, paired with the inner burgundy skirt, black silk stockings and small leather boots, giving people a strong sense of mystery and nobility.

Underneath her youthful and beautiful face, there seems to be a hint of ascetic maturity and temptation...

To be honest, with such a beautiful and lovely appearance, even after looking at it for several days, Charlotte would still fall in love with it in front of the mirror.

But it's a pity.

This person is herself.

However, although there was some identity problem when traveling through time, Charlotte had no dissatisfaction.

Beauty itself is a scarce resource.

Changing to a completely different life can be considered a novel experience.

Following the maid out of the bedroom, the girl entered the restaurant along the gorgeous corridor covered with handmade silk carpets.

The restaurant is equally luxurious, with religious decorative paintings hanging on the walls, and large shadowy crystal candlelights casting a faint light, reflecting dreamlike colors from every angle.

On the purple and black carved U-shaped dining table that is more than ten meters long, a dazzling array of dishes are placed on exquisite porcelain.

Roast suckling pig, baked snails, pan-fried scallops with foie gras, steamed fish with baking paper, pan-fried steak, braised potatoes, fruit salad, flame pancakes, chocolate lava...

If you look around, there are probably no fewer than fifty types.

An old woman wearing a monocle stood in front of the dining car and was placing a serving of cream of mushroom soup on the table.

Seeing Charlotte, she smiled slightly, put down the porcelain plate in her hand, and said lovingly:

"Oh, come and see, isn't this the jewel of Castile, the lovely Countess, my baby Charlotte?"

As she spoke, she took out a small, exquisite box from behind like a magic trick, which contained an exquisite cross necklace that was absolutely priceless at first glance.

Holding the jewelry box and shaking it in front of the girl, the old man said lovingly:

"Happy birthday, my baby! This is your birthday present this year!"

Glancing at the shiny necklace, Charlotte twitched the corner of her mouth in a subtle way.

But soon she noticed the old woman's apron that she had not yet taken off, her heart warmed slightly, and she smiled:

"Grandma, are you personally in charge of cooking today?"

The old woman put down the jewelry box, wiped her hands carefully with a wet wipe, then rubbed her little head lovingly, and said gently:

"Of course, today is your holiday, and no one knows what you like to eat better than me."

"Come and dine, my little birthday girl, tonight's dishes are all your favorites."

If the maids and deacons in the manor were always unsmiling, serious and repressed, it would make Charlotte after time travel feel that these servants seemed to have some serious illness...

So the grandmother in this body was the existence that made her most comfortable these past two days.

Elena de Castel.

She is Charlotte's grandmother, the current head of the Castel family, and the girl's only relative.

As the head of the family, a high-ranking nobleman, and at the age when she should be taking care of herself, the old woman still cooks for the girl herself, which shows how much she loves her granddaughter.

Preparing so many sumptuous dishes, even with the help of a chef, is not an easy task for an elderly grandmother.

"Grandma, thank you for your hard work."

Charlotte felt warm in her heart.
To be continued...