True Ancestor!
She is the True Ancestor!
The young Earl of Castel is the Blood True Ancestor!
Albrecht's expression was one of horror, and his heart was engulfed by a terrifying tidal wave.
Nearly instinctively, he leaped aside, quickly distancing himself from the girl with whom he had just been so eager to engage, his body's magic power in tumult, overtaken by an urge to flee at once.
However, Charlotte's voice, enchanting as a siren's call, resounded devilishly in his ear...
"Lord Albrecht, what seems to be the matter? Are you feeling unwell?"
Charlotte's voice remained crisp and melodious.
She looked at Albrecht with a smile, innocent and serene, like a radiant angel.
But Albrecht felt even worse now.
Now, aware of her identity, the girl in his eyes was no innocent "angel" at all, but a "devil" clad in an "angel's" guise!
She... she... she must have recognized his identity already!
Albrecht's heart seized with fear, and he desperately wanted to flee.
