They... were the two legendary Elf Bloodline members from the Nais Clan of Moon God Island, Blood Duke Alek Coldice Nais and Blood Duke Campel Storm Nais.

The two Elf Bloodline members sped along at an extremely fast pace.

Without looking back and with faces full of tension, even Alek, usually carefree, had put aside his frivolity and become much more serious at this moment.

"I never expected... The Bloodline Myth behind Castel was actually the True Ancestor! He had actually returned long ago!"

"This matter is of great importance; we must notify Lord Femarol as quickly as possible to sever ties with the Nais Clan promptly, lest we be bound by the Blood Oath and once again become vassals of that one!"

Duke Campel said with a grave expression.

Duke Alek sighed as well:

"It's a pity... just a bit more, and we could have further expanded our influence on Falling Star Island. If successful, Lord Femarol's plan could have progressed further..."

Duke Campel shook his head:

"Don't be too greedy, at least... we have learned the secrets of God from Robin. The Nais Clan has truly lost God's protection; otherwise, the True Ancestor would not have set foot on Falling Star Island!"

"Looking at it this way, perhaps the gods... really did have trouble!"

"But don't worry too much. The True Ancestor has a notorious reputation; as long as we sever ties with Him timely and spread the news of His return, we won't need to worry ourselves—His enemies from the past won't sit idly by and watch Him return to his peak."

"Remember, the times... have already changed! And the gods... are not invincible forever! Even if the True Ancestor is powerful, He can't oppose the Holy Royal Court, the entire Bloodline, and the many mainstream churches of Mireya Continent!"

The two Elf Bloodline members consoled each other as they flew at high speed.

After the conversation, the terror and unease in their hearts gradually became more stable.

Although still fearful, although still anxious, faith was rekindled in their hearts; they were no longer in panic.

The two raced along, bat wings spread wide, flying toward the northwest direction where Moon God Island lay.

Behind them, the receding Falling Star Islands had disappeared from view, leaving only an endless expanse of sea and a sky thick with clouds.

As they entered the North Sea, the sea fog gradually thickened.

Before they knew it, the hazy fog had covered the entire sea.

The ocean was where the Water Element was most abundant, and the immense Water Element also represented a vast amount of Magic Power.

Under the shrouded sea fog, even for legends, the visions and senses of the two Bloodline Elves were greatly limited.

Helplessly, they could only rely on the spiritual sense of the Bloodline and previous experiences to hasten toward Moon God Island.

Time passed without their knowledge.

The flight in the fog felt so prolonged.

With no end in sight to the vast sea and fog, everything seemed infinite.

Even the energetic Blood Dukes gradually began to feel a trace of fatigue.

"Strange... Is this sea area really that vast? Just how long have we flown?"

Bloodline Elf Alek frowned slightly as he looked out at the still endless sea and fog.

Duke Campel, slightly weaker, also had a not-so-good complexion.

His gaze shifted around, suddenly realizing something, and his expression changed abruptly:

"No good! We've been going in circles!"

"We... must have entered some Spirit Illusion Technique!"

Likely verifying Campel's words, the moment he uttered that low cry, the surrounding fog abruptly transformed.

The hazy white fog gradually took on a blood hue, turning into crimson mist, while the sea beneath their feet quickly faded, turning into a smooth, dark stone surface.

Above the sky, the overlapping dark clouds dispersed, revealing a blood-red moon. And as the crimson fog cleared, the two legendary Bloodlines realized in horror that they had appeared inside a majestic and solemn ancient castle.

Looking at those familiar steps, that familiar throne, and the familiar Holy Emblem above the throne, the two Elf Bloodlines' complexions changed almost simultaneously:

"Dark Night... Ancient Castle!"

"No good! Escape!"

They looked terrified and, as if by agreement, burst forth all their Bloodline Power, trying to break free from this legendary place of terror while the space around them was not yet stable. But the next moment... an overwhelming and dreadful presence slowly descended, quickly suppressing the restless Bloodline Power within them.

"Escape? Where do you think you're going?"

A calm female voice rose.

It was somewhat lazy, slightly mocking, yet undeniably captivating, carrying a charm that could penetrate the soul.

Hearing this voice, both unfamiliar and familiar, the expressions of the two Bloodline Elves changed instantly.

They trembled as they looked toward the throne on the dais, where that beautiful yet terrifying figure had already appeared.

Charlotte sat on the throne, looking down at the two Legendary Bloodline figures.

She wore a smile as if conversing with old friends, squinting her eyes as she chuckled,

"What are you running for? Afraid that I'll devour you?"

"Your Majesty… Your Majesty, the True Ancestor!"

Hearing Charlotte's words, Duke Campel's legs gave out, and he nearly collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Alek, however, had a stronger backbone.

Even faced with the bloodline pressure emanating from Charlotte, he forced himself to stand, clenching his teeth and saying with difficulty,

"Your Majesty… Your Majesty, the True Ancestor!"

"We are indeed of the Bloodline, but we… are also Elves of the Moon God Island!"

"Oh? So… are you threatening me with the Elf Clan?"

Charlotte's smile slightly faded, her voice turning cold.

After speaking, she shook her head,

"Well, since you've chosen resistance, you must bear the consequences that come with it."

Having said that, Charlotte stopped interacting with the two of the Bloodline and directly enforced the Servant's Oath upon them.

She had no intention of turning them into Blood Servants.

Turning Bloodline into Blood Servants was ultimately a taboo for the Bloodline, even for someone who was the Blood True Ancestor, she had to consider the perceptions of her kin.

A Blood Servant… having Albrecht as the unlucky one was enough; after all, no Bloodline would care about the "human rights" of the despised Shedite of the Dark Clan.

Of course, the Servant's Oath was no pleasant thing either; this harsh contract also led those who signed it to despair, but at least… it kept up appearances.

The reason was simple; such magic was difficult to master, not as easily spread as the Blood Servant Contract, posing less of a threat and was a toy for high-end spellcasters.

As for when Charlotte learned such magic, that's something only our True Ancestor's favored pet, Mr. Nisi, full of lust, would know.

Charlotte's divine power burst forth, enveloping the two Legendary Bloodline.

Immense spiritual power poured out, flooding into their consciousness.

However, when Charlotte manipulated her spiritual power into the spiritual world of the two Bloodline Elves, she paused in surprise.

She didn't see the distinct spiritual worlds of Legendary Bloodline that she had imagined.

Instead… she saw two continuously spinning, mist-emitting mysterious crystals.

What were these?

Were they not real people, but puppets?

Charlotte froze for a moment.

Then, before she could do anything further, those mysterious crystals quickly cracked and then… shattered outright.

Within the Dark Night Ancient Castle, as the crystals broke, the bodies of the two Bloodline Legends disintegrated instantly.

Like smoke dispersed by the wind, their bodies dissolved into white fumes and vanished without a trace.

As if… they had never existed at all.

Until the last moment of their disintegration, it seemed the two Bloodline Elves were still unaware of what was happening; one still showed a face marked by fear and dread, while the other maintained a stubborn demeanor as if resigned to his fate.

Their presence dissipated, and all that remained on the floor of the Dark Night Ancient Castle were two small piles of ash, much like the remains after cremation.

Looking at those two piles of ash, Charlotte's brows immediately furrowed.