"Countess, regarding the reconstruction plan for the Northern Academy, the church has sent two docunts that require your review and signature."
"Additionally, Viscount Leon-Castell has written to inform you that as of yesterday, the review team has successfully completed the inspection of three baronies in the south. Two baron families accused of collaborating with the bloodborne have offered to pay a substantial atonent sum and cede three castles and four estates in exchange for your forgiveness."
"The Viscount has attached the letters of confession from the two barons for your review and decision."
"……"
"Countess? Countess…?"
In the study, where Charlotte was processing administrative matters, the secretary softly called out to the drowsy figure behind the desk.
Charlotte snapped awake, shaking off her drowsiness.
She glanced wearily at the ever-growing pile of docunts on her desk and nodded slightly.
"Alright… Leave the docunts there. I'll look at them later."
"And about the signatures…"
The secretary asked cautiously.
"Hand them over."
Charlotte extended her hand, and the secretary hurriedly presented the docunts that needed signatures.
After carefully reviewing them to ensure there were no issues, Charlotte picked up a quill pen and, dipping it into the fragrant carbon ink, signed her flamboyant signature.
The secretary respectfully withdrew with the signed docunts, while Charlotte yawned, revealing dark circles under her eyes, a testant to her fatigue.
"Countess, please enjoy so coffee milk and pastries."
The head maid, Sherry, brought a steaming beverage and placed it respectfully before Charlotte.
The coffee milk was much like the coffee milk from Charlotte's previous life, made from finely roasted elven coffee and special hot milk from Luna Island. It was a common drink among elves in the world of Myria and had been popular across the continent for thousands of years.
The pastries were wheel-shaped puffs filled with nut cream and almond powder, a specialty from the Honey Workshop.
Charlotte picked up the milk coffee, and the rich aroma instantly refreshed her.
She took a small sip, the perfect sweetness and rich texture bringing a satisfied nod. Sherry clearly understood her tastes better and better.
"Countess, while it's important to handle affairs, please also take care of your health and ensure sufficient sleep. After all… your body is still growing."
Seeing Charlotte happily sipping coffee milk and enjoying pastries, Sherry hesitated but spoke cautiously.
Charlotte: ...
Although she knew Sherry ant well, the maid's glance at her head and chest made her feel that the coffee milk suddenly lost its appeal.
"Alright, I'll be careful. Thank you."
Charlotte smiled.
"If there's nothing else, please leave. I'd like to enjoy my coffee milk and the view outside alone."
Sherry bowed respectfully and withdrew, while Charlotte sighed and rubbed her temples in exhaustion.
Since the departure of Count Yurst of the Nez clan, she hadn't slept well for two days.
It wasn't just the busy workload—though that was partly true, with Sebastian not around to help and many of the officials in the direct domain dismissed following the audit, she had to handle many matters personally. More importantly, she hadn't been able to sleep well for two nights.
Since the night before last, Charlotte had felt a persistent unease, as if soone was calling her.
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At first, she thought Sebastian needed to report sothing, but the blood servant's soul contract showed no reaction.
Then she considered whether it might be the werewolf Luff conducting so religious ceremony or recruiting new mbers, as he had been devoted to spreading the faith of the True Ancestor since arriving in the North.
However, after observing the light points representing her followers in her ntal realm, she ruled that out.
Charlotte wondered if it was a situation similar to when the High Priest prayed to her.
But this call was much weaker than the High Priest's prayer, making it difficult for her to pinpoint its source.
Although faint, the intermittent call was like a mosquito, constantly buzzing in her ear.
Especially at night, it beca more persistent, even causing her bloodline to stir, making sleep impossible.
Fortunately, the call weakened and beca less frequent during the day, giving Charlotte hope for a brief rest.
However, just as she finished her coffee milk and pastries and planned to take a nap in her chair, the call ca again…
Not only that, this ti it was stronger and clearer than ever.
"Damn it! Where is this noise coming from? It's like a constant, annoying renovation sound!"
Hearing the call that seed to co from both her soul and her bloodline, Charlotte could no longer bear it.
She ordered the maid not to let anyone disturb her, locked herself in the study, and sank into her consciousness, directly using the divine power stored in the Gospel of Blood.
She didn't believe she couldn't find the source of the call with the use of divine power!
Under the protection of divine power, Charlotte's golden hair turned silver, and her blue eyes transford into mysterious golden pupils.
With enhanced perception, she entered an "observer" state that seed to perceive everything.
This ti, perhaps due to the stronger call, she finally located its source.
To her surprise, the source was the crimson star sea in the depths of her consciousness, representing the bloodbornes!
No, more precisely, it was one particularly bright red star among the others!
"A bloodborne mber? A bloodborne mber… is calling ?"
Charlotte was astonished.
"Wait… this aura feels familiar."
She pondered.
After a mont of contemplation, Charlotte carefully touched the glowing blood-red sphere in her consciousness.
Imdiately, she felt her consciousness being pulled, ascending infinitely, as if crossing an endless void, to a dark room.
In the room, blackened bloodstains on the floor ford twisted symbols that looked oddly familiar, resembling her Thorny Rose.
In the corner, a nobleman with disheveled hair, pale from severe blood loss, sat on the floor, staring blankly at the latest blood symbol in front of him.
His gaze was dull but carried a hint of hope.
The symbol before him was the most accurate Thorny Rose among the room's many scrawled symbols…
When Charlotte recognized him, she was stunned.
"Count Yurst?"
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