The crimson mist spread, gradually engulfing the surrounding world.

Looking at the mysterious crimson mist, Albrecht raised the corner of his mouth and looked at the Roman Sword frozen in place with a smile:

"Look, Lord Roman, the master has already arrived."

After saying that, Albrecht suddenly turned around, knelt down on one knee toward the deepest part of the crimson mist, and saluted respectfully:

"The source of all blood descendants, the supreme great ancestor, your humble servant Albrecht, I extend my highest respect to you..."

"Haha, Albrecht, I haven't seen you for a while, but you are getting better and better at talking."

A chuckle came from the crimson mist, ethereal and lazy.

Hearing the voice that seemed to ring in the bottom of his heart, Roman's sword froze slightly, and even the flickering light of the sword was a little incoherent.

The thick fog gradually dissipated, and the surrounding scenery also changed.

Roman's Sword "saw" in horror that what should have been a wilderness scene around him had disappeared, replaced by tall stone walls and simple murals.

It appeared in a solemn old castle.

In front of it, on the steps leading up, a beautiful girl wearing a black aristocratic dress was sitting on a simple throne decorated with gorgeous patterns composed of thorns and roses.

The girl has gorgeous silver hair and a pair of mysterious bright golden-red pupils. She crosses her legs and has a lazy posture. Her expression is full of interest as she looks at Roman's Sword.

After the girl appeared, Albrecht's posture became more respectful.

He bowed deeply to the throne and turned into broken black mist. When the black mist condensed again, he had already appeared behind the throne.

He stood upright with a respectful attitude, like a servant who is always ready to serve his master.

Charlotte looked at him strangely, and noticing her glance, Albrecht quickly took out an exquisite goblet from his arms, poured her a glass of sweet milk, and said respectfully

He handed the tray in front of her.

Charlotte:……

"Isn't it right? Master? I saw that Miss Eudocia seemed to do this when we were at the hotel."

Albrecht asked respectfully.

Charlotte:……

Looking at the other party's movements, which she learned from Eudosia, who in turn learned from Sebastian, she twitched the corner of her mouth, feeling unhappy and unhappy, but she finally took the cup:

"It's okay, I happen to be thirsty too."

How careless!

If I had known that this guy could learn these things so quickly, I should have sealed the magic power before dragging him into the Dark Night Castle!

While Charlotte drank the drink "elegantly", she murmured in her heart. At the same time, she also wondered if too many people knew that she liked drinking milk...

What can I say, forget it in private, at this time... I always feel that it is somewhat inconsistent with the image I have shown.

but……

The taste is pretty good, the milky taste is very pure.

It seems that Albrecht has also worked hard.

Roman Sword didn't care about the interaction between Charlotte and Albrecht.

In fact, it has no intention of thinking about anything else right now, because the almost ubiquitous divine power of blood around it, as well as the aura that has the same origin as the drop of blood that awakened it, undoubtedly no longer declares to it the identity of the girl.

True Ancestor!

He, He... He is the True Ancestor of Blood!

This is... could this be the legendary Dark Night Castle?!

Relying on the inherited memory, Roman Sword naturally made such a judgment.

It wanted to burst out with power to tear the world apart and escape, but when it tried to use the power within its body, it was horrified to find that it had lost control of its divine power.

Not only that, it can also feel the vibration of its own divine power.

Its strength is cheering and its body is jumping for joy. Although its true spirit is fearful and frightened, its body is excited and looking forward to it.

Just like a stream longs to return to the sea, and a wanderer longs for his mother's embrace, it is the attachment of a "child away from home" to "home."

Roman Sword certainly knows why.

Except for its existing weapon spirit body, its current body and the power in its body originally originated from the other party!

It’s over… it’s over!

He is indeed coming to take back the power!

Just like he devoured those blood myths, he will absorb all my power and use it to restore his strength!

Feeling the power in his body that was almost out of his control, Roman's Sword felt desperate.

At this time, Charlotte looked at it, chuckled, and said:

"Are you the Roman Sword... This is really unexpected. In every sense, you seem to be different from what I imagined."

"But... haha, I really didn't expect that your previous anger was actually a bluff. Even I was deceived by you. I thought you were really angered by the idiots of the Nes clan and burst out with super-standard power.

.”

"Presumably... their expressions must be wonderful when they come back to their senses."

Facing Charlotte's gaze that seemed to see through everything, Roman's Sword became even more frightened.

He, he, he, he...what does this mean?

Is He expressing dissatisfaction at being deceived by Him?

Looking at the shivering and retreating Excalibur, Charlotte felt even more interesting.

She smiled and said:

"Your name is...Roman."

"You are right. I am indeed looking for the faceless god. I intend to increase my power by absorbing the divine power of blood and awaken your true purpose. This is exactly the case."

The worries in his heart were relieved, and Roman Sword was suddenly stunned:

"You...don't...you...know what I'm thinking?!"

Charlotte gave it a strange look:

"Don't you already know that this is the Dark Night Castle?"

Does the Dark Night Castle still have this kind of power?

Pry into the soul's heart?

Is this the only god in history who wants to surpass "gods" as mentioned in the inherited memory...

Roman's sword became more and more awe-inspiring and trembling with fear.

"I see, your understanding of the Dark Night Castle is just from the inherited memory... Well, the time is almost the same. Half-elf Romanus was a person from a thousand years ago. Even if you had appeared at that time,

But I’m afraid it will be after the Blood Moon Era.”

Listening to the voice of Roman Sword, Charlotte said to herself.

Roman's sword is going numb.

This is really a very frightening experience. In front of this legendary terrifying existence, it cannot hide what it is thinking!

"Blood...the ancestor of the Bloodborn, the great King of Eternal Night and Darkness, you...you summoned me here, do you intend to destroy me and reclaim the divine power of blood and the law of building gods?"

"The law of building gods?"

Charlotte's heart moved.

She knew what happened to recover the divine power of blood. The reason why the artifact was called an artifact was naturally because it was infused with divine power and driven by divine power.

The same goes for Roman's Sword. She had not felt it deeply at the ceremony before, but now after pulling the opponent into the dark night castle, she could clearly feel the considerable divine power of blood contained in the opponent's body.

However, most of the divine power of blood in the opponent's body forms the "basis" of the opponent's "existence", and what can really be released as "power" is very limited.

But what about the God-Building Law?

Charlotte was curious.

This was the first time she heard the term. She wanted to ask, but she felt that asking so directly would be inconsistent with the role she was currently "playing".

Although it can be explained by the fact that the "memory" after resuscitation has not yet been restored, Albrecht, who seems to be respectful, but in fact may be rebellious as long as he gets the chance, and the Roman Sword, are still thinking crazily until now.

She didn't want to look so "weak" in front of the magical tool that was her means of escape.

"Isn't it? You...don't you want to recycle the God-Building Law, restore your strength, and continue to seek further breakthroughs to become an existence like the God of Creation?"

Roman's Sword asked cautiously.

At the same time, its leaky heart also automatically gave an explanation about the "law of building gods".

Obviously, although this guy seemed to have repaired his damaged consciousness because of that drop of her blood, the repair was very limited.

At least in terms of shielding his true thoughts, he is far worse than the guy Yurst.
To be continued...