Gospel of Blood

Charlotte naturally thought of Sebastian.

From the conversation between the warrior and the girl in the scene, it seemed that these tribes, suspected to be descendants of the Free City-States, had received an invitation from the Northern Archduke and would soon meet Sebastian.

This was a good opportunity. She could establish contact with them through Sebastian.

Charlotte decided to take action.

Her consciousness returned to her body as she prepared to use her divine power to project her consciousness again, this time targeting Sebastian.

However, just before she was about to act, a golden light flew in joyfully from the window.

The light arrived in an instant, accompanied by a pitiful cry.

“Waah… Your Majesty, you finally woke up! If you hadn’t woken up, this poor little sword would have collapsed from the prayers of your followers!”

It was the Roman Sword.

This wisdom artifact, which had been bragging in the courtyard, finally noticed Charlotte’s awakening and came running to complain.

Charlotte looked at it with a half-smile and said,

“Oh? Collapsed? I just saw you by the window, chatting quite happily.”

The Roman Sword paused slightly and quickly said,

“Ahem… No! That was entirely to distract myself! Really! Being the core of the faith network is too painful! Can you imagine thousands of flies buzzing in your ear…”

“Hmm?”

Charlotte gave it a look.

The Roman Sword immediately realized it had misspoken and quickly corrected itself:

“Oh, no, bees… yes, bees, thousands of bees buzzing in your ear all the time… really, can you imagine? It’s enough to drive anyone crazy!”

“You understand, don’t you? I… I could only chat with others to barely distract myself. Otherwise, I would have gone mad from the constant prayers…”

Looking at the pitiful Roman Sword, Charlotte did feel a sense of empathy.

Indeed, she had experienced that feeling too.

If she couldn’t “filter out” most of the noise, she wouldn’t be able to endure it either.

However, the Roman Sword had completed its task quite well.

This could be seen from the increased number of followers.

If it hadn’t temporarily taken over as the core of the faith network and granted divine blessings on her behalf, the number of followers truly incorporated into Charlotte’s faith network wouldn’t have increased so much, so quickly, apart from the “Free Tribes.”

Charlotte had just confirmed that aside from the “Free Tribes” pre-followers, she had over 28,000 true believers.

Moreover, the rapidly increasing number of followers after her awakening also belonged to this part.

Clearly, somewhere unknown to her, her Nightshade Cult was likely conducting some kind of missionary activity.

Otherwise, the number of followers wouldn’t have increased so quickly in such a short time.

Thinking of this, Charlotte looked at the Roman Sword with a calmer gaze.

Alright, although this guy had revealed its identity everywhere, at least it had completed the task she gave it quite well.

Furthermore, despite the mishaps, it must be admitted that the support from the Roman and Starfall nobles might be related to this artifact recognizing her as its master.

Nobles value bloodlines the most, and their acknowledgment could be seen as “official recognition” of the Roman bloodline.

“I understand. You’ve worked hard during this time. Your task is complete.”

Charlotte said.

With that, she gathered divine power at her fingertip and lightly touched the Roman Sword’s blade.

In the next moment, she removed the Roman Sword’s authority from her faith network and once again became the direct core for receiving prayers from her followers.

The overwhelming prayers flooded in, causing Charlotte’s head to throb.

She moved her thoughts, and the divine flame in her chest flickered, blocking out all these voices, switching the faith network from “ringing” mode to “vibrate” mode.

“Alright, you’ve gone mad enough, come back.”

Charlotte extended her hand and summoned the Roman Sword.

But this time, the Roman Sword hesitated.

It trembled slightly, and its voice seemed anxious and hesitant.

“Great… great Your Majesty, can I… can I not return to your artifact space?”

“Hmm?”

Charlotte raised an eyebrow.

“Ahem… it’s just… I feel quite good staying outside. Entering your consciousness space… is too stressful…”

The Roman Sword said weakly.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Charlotte: …

Of course, she knew where the Roman Sword’s pressure came from. This guy seemed to be quite afraid of the Gospel of Blood, trembling in a corner whenever it stayed in her consciousness space.

After thinking for a moment, she decided not to force it.

“Alright, if you don’t want to go in, you don’t have to. But try to keep a low profile when you’re outside.”

“Rest assured! I will definitely keep a low profile!”

The Roman Sword instantly perked up.

Seeing its eager look, clearly wanting to continue chatting, Charlotte didn’t bother to expose it.

“Alright, off you go. I have other things to do. Don’t disturb me for now.”

Hearing Charlotte’s words, the Roman Sword seemed to be pardoned, joyfully saying,

“Got it! Take your time, I’ll be off then!”

With that, it flew out of the window in a flash.

Watching the Roman Sword, which had quickly thrown off its burden, Charlotte couldn’t help but laugh.

But the next moment, she saw it cautiously poking half of its blade back in through the window.

“Anything else?”

Charlotte asked.

“Uh… Great Your Majesty, are you planning to accept the mortals’ invitation to become their ruler?”

The Roman Sword asked cautiously.

Charlotte raised an eyebrow and smiled.

“Do I have any reason to refuse?”

Hearing Charlotte’s words, the Roman Sword immediately became joyful.

“Hehe! That’s great! That’s great!”

“Oh? You seem to be quite looking forward to me becoming the Starfall’s Queen?”

Charlotte narrowed her eyes.

“Of course! I even made a bet with those knights! I wagered quite a few gold tana…”

The Roman Sword realized it had misspoken and quickly stopped talking.

Charlotte: …

“I… Your Majesty, you go ahead, I… I’ll be going now!”

The Roman Sword glanced guiltily at Charlotte before flying off with a whoosh.

“These guys… it seems they’ve been too idle while I was asleep.”

Shaking her head, Charlotte closed the window again and submerged herself back into her consciousness.

This time, she directed her “gaze” towards Sebastian.

…

The southwestern part of Northern Grand Duchy.

A convoy bearing the banners of the Northern Black Eagle and the Holy Ringed Cross was heading north, escorted by Isaac’s cavalry.

In the center of the convoy, inside the most luxurious carriage, Sebastian, dressed in noble attire, was lounging on a recliner.

On a small wooden table in front of him was a communication crystal from the Starfall Kingdom, reflecting the image of the werewolf, Luff.

Luff, wearing a black priest robe, was respectfully reporting.

“Lord Sebastian, our missionary activities have been very successful. With Lord Roman’s support, our message has been spreading smoothly in the Lagrisse territory these past few days…”

“You were right, even faith needs to be tied to benefits and tangible miracles to be strengthened. We just held another event, and it was very effective.”

Listening to Luff’s report, Sebastian elegantly sipped from a goblet of red wine and smiled.

“Very good, keep up the good work. Try to double the number of our reserve priests before I return.”

“I will soon meet with Archduke Stefan. Once we reach an agreement with the Northern Grand Duchy, we can start large-scale missionary work there, so we must prepare well in advance.”

Luff nodded, his expression fervent.

“Rest assured, I will do my utmost, all for our Lord, for the darkness before dawn, and for the reestablished order!”

Sebastian nodded in satisfaction and ended the remote communication.

He put away the communication crystal, took out a bottle of wine from his storage space, and poured himself another glass of red wine.

Crossing his legs, Sebastian raised the goblet to his lips. But the next moment, crimson mist suddenly spread around him.

Seeing the familiar mist, Sebastian’s hand trembled.

He quickly sat up straight, put away the goblet, and soon, a familiar voice came from above.

“Sebas, you look quite comfortable.”

“Mas… Master! You’ve awakened!”

Sebastian stood up.

With a joyful expression, he bowed respectfully to Charlotte, who was seated on the Blood Throne.

Seeing Sebastian’s respectful attitude, a stark contrast to the thick-skinned Nice and the lively Roman Sword, Charlotte smiled.

“Yes, I have awakened.”

“I’ve already heard Nice’s report on what has happened in the territory during this time. You’ve all done well.”

Hearing Charlotte’s words, Sebastian felt a surge of emotion.

“Master, do you also think that we should not give up the Starfall throne?”

Charlotte nodded slightly.

“The Divinity Descent is approaching, it’s always good to have more cards in hand.”

Sebastian nodded in agreement.

“I think so too. This trip to the Northern Grand Duchy is not only to pave the way for missionary work but also to seek support.”

“Our regular military force in Castell is still too weak. Regardless of whether you have awakened, as a God, you cannot take action openly. If we want to obtain the throne, we may eventually need to go to war, and that requires more strength.”

“Like in Eastern Yunette Blacklands, there are many part-time mercenary tribes in the North. I plan to use this visit to recruit some extraordinary mercenaries.”

“If possible, we might even gain the support of the Northern Archduke!”

After hearing Sebastian’s report, Charlotte nodded and smiled.

“That’s a good idea. Continue according to your plan.”

“Moreover, I have a new task for you.”

Sebastian’s expression turned serious as he respectfully said,

“Great Master, please give your orders.”

Charlotte pondered.

“Since my return, I have ‘remembered’ many things.”

“I still have some lost followers in the North. Because of long-term disconnection, our faith link has been severed.”

“However, I can still hear their prayers… their faith still exists.”

“They will also be attending the Winterfort banquet you will soon attend. I need you to contact them and then find their temple in the Northern Gorge. Retrieve my statue there and restore their faith connection.”

With that, Charlotte’s divine power activated, revealing a solemn temple, a Northern warrior in black, and a girl riding a two-headed dragon in front of Sebastian.

“This is… an Ancient Temple!?”

Recognizing the familiar temple, Sebastian looked surprised. He carefully memorized the images of the Northern warrior and the girl, then bowed respectfully to Charlotte.

“I will follow your divine decree…”

“Then… I look forward to your good news.”

Charlotte smiled.

With a wave of her hand, she ended the “summoning” of Sebastian.

The crimson mist spread, and Sebastian was sent out of the Dark Night Castle, while Charlotte’s consciousness returned to reality.

She stretched, drank the last sip of sweet milk from her cup, then got up and walked to the window, looking at the entrance of the mansion with interest.

“Alright, now… let’s see what the Nez Clan is up to.”

At the entrance of the mansion.

A black carriage stopped, and a thin man in a black robe hurriedly got out of the car. He was quickly led into the mansion by the attendants.

His expression was anxious, filled with unease and hesitation, but his steps never faltered.

This was the Nez Clan emissary who had received the news and rushed over, also Charlotte’s blood servant, the “double agent”—Yurst.