Gospel of Blood

Somebody is following?

Charlotte felt a stir in her heart.

She opened a slit in the curtain of the rear window and looked out. Sure enough, she saw a black carriage trailing behind in the night.

Closing her eyes to sense with her bloodborne perception, she opened them again with a light chuckle and shook her head slightly.

"No worries, let them follow."

Casimodo hesitated. But after a glance at the composed expression of his master in the carriage, he nodded and urged the carriage to speed up.

The carriage continued on its way. After turning a corner and leaving the eastern district, the sounds of fierce fighting came from behind the carriage.

There were cries of surprise, screams of pain, and the mournful whinnies of horses.

Faintly, one could feel a powerful supernatural presence, like a raging torrent and devastating tsunami. The mere residual magic and pressure made people tremble in fear.

Casimodo shivered slightly, instinctively wanting to turn back, but he heard his master's calm voice.

"Don't mind them, keep going."

The girl's voice was not loud, but it seemed to carry a reassuring power.

Thinking that his master had awakened supernatural powers, Casimodo nodded understandingly, took a deep breath, and continued to drive the carriage.

The sounds of battle gradually faded away and the night returned to tranquility.

Casimodo couldn't help but look back, and there were no more trackers behind the carriage.

In the carriage, the beautiful girl lazily leaned against the window, one hand supporting her smooth chin as she admired the moonlight, while the other played with the empty goblet. It seemed she hadn't been bothered by what just happened and had anticipated the outcome.

Seeing her calm and composed, as if everything was under control, a sense of indescribable awe gradually rose in Casimodo's heart.

He felt that his young mistress had become more mature and mysterious since that disastrous night.

She had her own judgment and her own thoughts. And it was very likely... she had her own power in secret.

Casimodo didn't know how his young mistress did it. But nobles who wielded supernatural powers were mysterious and powerful in the eyes of ordinary people.

He had wanted to ask the young lady why she had turned to the church, but Casimodo dismissed the thought. He was a servant, and the young lady was the master. Although she was not yet an adult, the young lady was gradually maturing and had the ability and judgment of a master.

He didn't need to ask anything more. He just needed to trust his mistress completely and carry out her orders unconditionally.

Casimodo's expression became more respectful and obedient, and his hunched back gradually straightened.

Meanwhile, sitting in the carriage, the girl pondered whether she could prepare a hidden compartment in the carriage for blood bags in the future. She glanced at Casimodo, the servant driving the carriage, pretending to be calm, and her proficiency in low-level majesty magic inexplicably increased a bit.

Wondering if the old servant had imagined something just now, Charlotte scrutinized the Inheritance Tree in her consciousness and decided to quickly raise her proficiency in low-level majesty magic after returning, trying to advance to the first-tier Starry Sky as soon as possible.

There was no other way. The recent encounter was different from any previous crisis. The people who targeted her this time were truly at the level of Starry Sky...

"The church can help me confront the pressure from the Duke and the nobles openly, but privately, I need to have the strength to counter the hidden knives. A promise of the future and the church's protection won't completely deter others from coveting. It will only make their actions more covert, seeking out my weaknesses."

"I need to quickly raise the proficiency of majesty magic to perfection and start advancing to the level of Starry Sky!"

"It's best to train the servants to improve proficiency in majesty magic. Using nobles to improve proficiency is not effective. The gains from today are not as good as training the maids in the house for half an hour on a normal day."

"The young noble men are a little better, my charm effect is good, but they always surround me... looking at me with such hungry eyes, it's really nauseating."

"However, the servants at home already respect me enough under the majesty magic, and the training effect is getting worse... With nineteen servants, maintaining the normal operation of the manor is barely enough, but to take care of all aspects of the manor, more are needed, especially those with less work experience... At least double the number, maybe tomorrow I can personally go to the outer city to select some new people."

"In addition, I can let Sebastian find some reliable first-tier extraordinary to serve as the manor's guards..."

Sitting in the carriage, Charlotte contemplated. Although Sebastian was still under consideration as a blood servant, she had already begun to consider how to leverage the advantage of being a Rose Society insider.

It was strange that even Casimodo could help improve her proficiency in majesty magic, but Sebastian, who was like a lapdog, couldn't. This puzzled Charlotte considerably.

The journey was safe from then on. Nothing unusual happened until she returned to Castell Manor.

Under the service of the maids, Charlotte changed out of her gown, washed up, and put on a simple black dress.

Instead of going straight to bed, she went to the backyard of the manor and dismissed all the servants.

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In the night, the trees in the garden rustled under the cool breeze.

The girl stood in front of the stairs, elegantly holding a goblet, took a sip of the animal blood she had prepared in advance, and looked into the distance with her eyes turning from azure to crimson.

"Come out, I'm home."

As soon as she finished speaking, a blurry figure emerged from the darkness and appeared in front of Charlotte in an instant.

Even though she was mentally prepared, Charlotte was still startled and almost dropped the goblet in her hand.

"Great and beautiful Lady of the Night! Your humble servant Sebastian is always ready to offer his heart and loyalty to you!"

In front of the girl, Sebastian, the fire elf, dressed in a black tailcoat with a single eyepiece and white gloves, elegantly bowed, his expression reverent and fanatical.

Hearing the embarrassing name "Lady of the Night" she casually chose for herself, Charlotte's mouth twitched slightly.

"Call me Charlotte."

"Yes! Honorable and beautiful Lady Charlotte! Thank you for granting Sebastian the honor of calling you by your true name!"

Sebastian bowed gracefully once again.

Charlotte: ...

Helplessly ignoring Sebastian, who behaved like an overenthusiastic golden retriever, she looked past him.

There, four unconscious extraordinaries lay twisted and contorted on the ground, stacked together like a pile of bricks.

Obviously, Sebastian had done the fighting behind the scenes.

He had been following all along, not deliberately avoiding Charlotte, and had even exposed his presence when Charlotte was investigating.

So... Charlotte hadn't paid any attention to the stalking at all.

She looked at the stalkers Sebastian had caught, and among them, she recognized one swollen face as that of a familiar person, the leader of the Demon Hunter, Chatham.

Charlotte: ...

Noticing the girl's gaze, Sebastian quickly stepped aside, his smile slightly forced.

He glanced at the girl with a strange expression, then looked back at the two 'blood cultists' lying on the ground, one of whom was groaning and seemed to be waking up.

Sebastian instinctively kicked him hard again, knocking him unconscious once more.

"Cough... It's okay, he can sleep a little longer now."

Seeing the girl's corner of the mouth twitching, Sebastian explained somewhat guiltily.

Charlotte: ...

"Take care of it yourself and don't cause me trouble, including their medical expenses!"

She said coldly.

"Understood! Understood! I'll send them back right away..."

Sebastian nodded like a chick pecking rice.

After that, he kicked hard each of them again, and in an instant, he met the girl's strange gaze. He quickly chuckled and explained.

"Uh... Let them sleep a bit more deeply, so they won't wake up too early..."

"It's okay... I'll cover the medical expenses."

Charlotte: ...

She suddenly felt like she had summoned a weirdo...

Apologizing silently to the unlucky Captain Chatham in her heart, Charlotte adjusted her expression.

Looking at the other two blood cultists lying unconscious on the ground, her expression became serious.

"I have something for you to do."