"Count Yulster? So it was he who had been calling for me?"
"Wait... With his appearance, could he be under house arrest?"
"Hiss... such ugly symbols. No wonder the call was so faint and elusive. These don't look anything like thorny roses at all! Uglier than my handwriting; it's a miracle that I could sense them at all..."
In the void, Charlotte's will "looked down" upon Count Yulster, who was praying in front of the blood-red symbols, and she finally understood who had been disturbing her sleep these past few days.
It seemed that the Blood Count had encountered some trouble and had chosen to call out to her, a "mysterious deity"!
"Trouble, huh..."
Charlotte's heart stirred slightly as her consciousness, aided by Blood Divine Power, stealthily spread out from Count Yulster's position.
And then, she "saw" the scene outside the room.
Guards yawning repeatedly, a labyrinth of corridors, the enclosed and solemn stone walls...
This was an imposing and solemn castle.
