Like a sudden change in Sichuan opera face-changing, Albrecht's face swiftly filled with joy, and within that joy, there was a strong sense of sorrow.
Then he "plunged" to his knees, bowing in prostration to the figure upon the Blood Throne, his excited voice choking with emotion:
"Your Majesty the Ancestor! The great Ancestor! Praise be to you! You have finally returned!"
When Albrecht raised his head again, tears had already moistened his eyes.
His face showed a mix of piety and frenzy, his gaze upon the throne filled with earnestness and longing, adoration and respect.
To hell with the Blood Demon Church! To hell with the Dark Apostles!
This terrifying presence had actually returned; self-preservation was paramount, and at this moment, he had become a zealous follower of the True Ancestor!
In that moment, Albrecht was so "moved" he nearly believed it himself.
Charlotte: ...
