"Yes, I am not a Fallen Star, I am from the Northland."

"Northland..."

Albrecht was thoughtful.

He thought of the master of the Northland, the young earl who was sixteen or seventeen years old and suspected to be a relative of his true ancestor.

After looking at the girl again, he showed an appreciative expression and praised:

"I heard that girls in the North are the most beautiful. I never believed it in the past, but now that I have met you, I realize that the truth may be more than the rumors."

"Beautiful lady, you are truly the loveliest lady I have ever seen in my life. I am afraid that even Count Castel, who is known as the Pearl of the Crescent, cannot compare with you..."

After hearing Albrecht's words, the girl lowered her head slightly and raised the corners of her mouth, seeming a little happy and shy.

A few seconds later, when she raised her head, her expression had returned to normal:

"Sir, you are not dressed like a fallen noble, right? Where are you from, and why are you here in Roman?"

After hearing the girl's question, Albrecht felt mixed.

His expression dimmed and he smiled bitterly:

"Beautiful young lady, to be honest, I came to Roman to avoid disaster."

"Avoid disaster?"

The girl raised her eyebrows slightly.

Albrecht nodded, looking sad. For a moment, he didn't even realize that he blurted out all the true thoughts in his heart:

"I come from the Crescent Kingdom. A few days ago, I was targeted by a terrifying existence and had to flee my hometown."

"A terrifying... existence?"

The girl looked incomprehensible.

Albrecht let out a long sigh and began to pour out his bitterness:

"Yes, a terrifying existence."

"That is the past elder of our family. She has returned from a very far away place."

"She is more evil than the devil, more insidious than the devil, and more cruel than the black dragon. She is very strong and I can't fight against her. She wants to enslave me and take away everything from me. In desperation, I

I had no choice but to escape here..."

After listening to Albrecht's complaint, the girl nodded and agreed with emotion:

"It sounds like he is truly an unreasonable elder."

"Isn't that right! If you say 'leave', just 'leave'. Why do you come back? Come back when you come back. You don't pick those big shots to deal with, but you choose to deal with me as a small character. Alas...I'm really too

Difficult……"

Albrecht had a look of resentment on his face and couldn't help but complain to the girl in front of him.

However, as he talked, he finally came to his senses...

The True Ancestor is here!

Why did he express all his true thoughts again?!

Ah bah bah bah!

What kind of true ancestor is there, so bad luck!

Albrecht shuddered, and quickly looked around with uncertainty and caution, as if he was afraid of alarming someone. A crimson mist suddenly filled the void, and in the blink of an eye he was lifted up and slipped to the Throne of Blood.

Fortunately, apart from the gentle sea breeze and the melodious music in the banquet hall, there was nothing else strange around him.

Albrecht breathed a sigh of relief.

He really thought too much. The True Ancestor of Blood was expanding his faith in New Moon. How could he appear here?

At this time, he suddenly realized that his conversation with the girl was not over yet, and the bitterness he expressed just now was definitely a huge demerit!

Albrecht was very upset. However, when he looked at the girl, he found that the girl seemed happier looking at him.

Huh?

wrong……

It didn't seem to be pure happiness, but more like...a bit of a smile.

Sure enough, did his thoughtless words just now lower the other person's perception of him...

Albrecht frowned slightly, but he was not too worried. The technique failed and he still had magic.

After thinking about it, he simply skipped the previous topic and showed a gentle smile:

"Beautiful lady, we have been chatting for so long, but we still don't seem to know each other's identities. I don't know...how should I call you?"

Um?

Do you want to go further?

Charlotte's eyes were incomprehensible.

With the mentality of having fun, she looked like an underage girl pretending to be an adult, and said with a smile:

"Sir, before asking the lady's name, shouldn't you give your own name first?"

After hearing Charlotte's words, Albrecht slapped his head and looked apologetic:

"Ah, I'm sorry, beautiful lady, you are so cute that I always forgot to state my name."

As he spoke, he bowed gracefully to Charlotte and announced the false name he had prepared with a bright face:

"Then... Miss, please allow me to formally introduce you. You can call me Albrecht, Albrecht Abadis Scheidet."

Fake...fake name...fake name!

The True Ancestor is here!

How did he reveal his real name?!

It’s also a name with the devil’s real name!

Albrecht was shocked!

And soon, his expression became alarmed and uncertain.

Things happen over and over again, not over and over again.

If it was just a mistake, it would be fine. He is the Duke of Blood and a legendary demon. How could he tell all the true thoughts in his heart one after another?

Something's wrong!

This isn't right!

He... was probably unknowingly enchanted by some kind of hidden spell!

Albrecht had a stern look on his face and looked around in confusion. More than a dozen names of blood descendants who might have plotted against him suddenly popped into his mind.

And finally, his doubtful eyes fell on the girl in front of him who brought him great attraction.

He is not stupid.

Everything that went wrong seemed to start from communicating with the girl in front of him.

The girl didn't seem to notice that Albrecht's expression was wrong, but her expression was a little strange.

She nodded slightly and said in appreciation:

"Albrecht? It's a nice name. It has the same name as an old acquaintance of mine."

As she spoke, the girl showed a bright smile:

"Well, Sir Albrecht, it's nice to meet you. You can call me Charlotte."

Xia...Charlotte?

Albrecht was startled.

How come this name... seems to have been heard somewhere?

etc……

Charlotte...it's just a name, right?

What about the last name?

Albrecht frowned.

He was about to speak, but suddenly his heart moved and he looked towards the banquet hall.

He felt the familiar scent approaching quickly.

That's...the breath of blood.

Albrecht suddenly narrowed his eyes.

He secretly mobilized his magic power and was ready to take action at any time, and the next moment, he saw a young Fallen Star noble entering the observation deck.
To be continued...