Gospel of Blood

The Lady of the Night?

It seems that it's time for my death, and I'm starting to have hallucinations. It's as if I can hear the voice of the Lady of the Night...

Sebastian mocked himself inwardly.

With a light sigh, he closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.

However, he quickly realized that something was amiss.

At some point, the world around him seemed to suddenly fall silent.

The stinging smell of burning oil and dry firewood disappeared.

The gradually increasing temperature of the blazing wooden house seemed to vanish.

Even the crackling of flames, and the conversations of the Judgment Knights, all disappeared.

Almost instinctively, Sebastian opened his eyes again, and soon he was slightly surprised.

What greeted his eyes was not the grayish-white smoke and the dilapidated wooden house accompanying the firelight, but the familiar crimson mist and the still majestic ancient castle...

Upon layers of ancient steps, the majestic Blood Throne resided in the center, with a tall figure concealed within the crimson mist seated upon it.

The Lady of the Night!

It's the Lady of the Night!

The Lady of the Night has summoned him back to this strange spiritual world again!

Sebastian's spirits lifted.

Instinctively, he wanted to rise and bow, and then... he actually succeeded in standing up.

This was the spiritual world.

Here, his hands and feet were intact, and even his black tailcoat remained elegant and refined.

"Lady of the Night...!"

Seeing the familiar figure on the throne, Sebastian's voice was filled with excitement.

But soon, he became anxious again, ashamedly lowering his head:

"Forgive me, Lady... Sebastian is incompetent for getting caught by the Inquisition..."

Sebastian's voice grew smaller, various regretful thoughts churning in his mind.

At the same time, sitting high on the throne, Charlotte was also startled.

She heard Sebastian's true inner voice.

She also understood Sebastian's true intentions in wanting to follow her.

Wow... So he regarded me, who possesses the Gospel Blood, as the resurrected True Ancestor of the bloodborne, and wanted to hitch a ride to Godhood!

He really thinks wildly, I'm not even a Starry Sky, yet... he's already thinking about how to become a God!

Wait a minute... slow down...

Does he think I know all this?

Does he think he's doing some kind of unspoken deal with me?

So he's boot-licking because of this?

What the hell!

Listening to Sebastian's chaotic inner thoughts, Charlotte was at a loss.

However, after the confusion, she quickly figured out many things.

Strong individuals have their own pride.

Like Sebastian, turning into a lapdog so soon after meeting someone is indeed abnormal.

Now that she knows the other's inner thoughts, she understands everything.

He's not seriously boot-licking.

Boot-licking is just his way of alleviating his inner unease and tension.

He's boot-licking because he's feeling guilty.

He thinks his reasons for following this "Evil God" won't be accepted.

He has ambitions and pride, he thinks he can't possibly pledge allegiance to a God as a pure believer.

But he also admires the power of the Gods immensely.

He wants to follow God, but he's afraid his true thoughts will provoke God's wrath...

Charlotte didn't know what the Gods of Myria thought of Sebastian's mindset.

Perhaps, just like Sebastian thought, they really would be angry at the existence of someone who followed them with the purpose of "becoming a God", considering such arrogant thoughts as trampling on the dignity of the Gods.

Perhaps, in their eyes, humble mortals simply have no right to negotiate with the Gods, what the Gods give is a blessing, and what mortals offer is a duty.

Regardless of what the true Gods think, Charlotte doesn't have such thoughts at all.

Perhaps it was her identity as a transmigrator that made her lack sufficient awe for Myria's gods.

Perhaps it was her education in her past life that formed a moral value of "nobles, kings, and generals should have their own dignity".

Perhaps it was the existence of the Gospel of Blood that gave her a lot of unfounded confidence.

Anyway... She didn't think Sebastian's thoughts were unacceptable, nor did she think they were blasphemous.

He just wants to become a God, right?

When one person achieves greatness, even their pets ascend to heaven.

If one day she could also occupy a divine seat, as long as her followers are loyal enough, what does it matter if she shares some positions?

At the same time, a strange thought began to spread in Charlotte's mind...

It seems... even mortals in this world can become Gods.

Even Sebastian has thoughts of becoming a God, why can't she give it a try?

What's the point of disguising herself as an Evil God with artifacts?

Becoming a true God would justify her transmigration to this world!

Of course, the road has to be taken step by step, and the meal has to be eaten bite by bite.

She wasn't even first-tier now, nor had she inherited any territory. Thinking about becoming a god now is like an elementary school student worrying about whether to go to Tsinghua University or Peking University in the future.

Knowing Sebastian's true intentions makes it easier.

Her second blood summoning was to save the other party and completely subdue him. And now, it's time to be open and honest.

With this in mind, Charlotte lightly tapped the armrest, and her clear and dignified voice echoed from the Blood Throne, tinged with a hint of disappointment.

"You are indeed incompetent, not only incompetent but also foolish."

"Your arrogance wants the whole world to know about your relationship with Castell, hitching yourself to Castell's bandwagon."

"Your arrogance has never allowed you to truly appreciate loyalty, willingly imprisoning yourself in shackles."

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"And your foolishness has put both you and Rose Society in unprecedented danger..."

Listening to Charlotte's words, Sebastian's face grew even paler.

He felt as though every word of the Lady of the Night was striking his soul, exposing all his inner thoughts and anxieties.

She knows!

She really knows everything!

She has been waiting for me to confess my desires voluntarily!

This isn't some unspoken deal... It's my own unilateral arrogance!

Upon hearing the implied meaning in the Lady of the Night's words, Sebastian's face fell.

He knew he had disappointed her.

However, just as Sebastian was sinking into despair, the divine figure sitting high on the throne changed the tone.

"But..."

"As a probationary steward, your ability is indeed commendable."

"Even when pursued by the Inquisition, you did not expose your master's secret."

"Sebastian, not as a follower of a God, but as the Count of Castell—Charlotte de Castell's follower..."

"Are you willing to pledge me your allegiance?"

Sebastian was momentarily stunned, raising his head with a puzzled expression.

In the mist, he still couldn't see the Lady of the Night clearly, but he seemed to sense a faint smile in her words.

As if realizing something, Sebastian suddenly became excited.

"You... you mean?"

The figure on the throne continued.

"Everyone has their own goals, and I have never cared about your so-called blasphemous thoughts."

"I only care... whether you are truly loyal."

"I cannot promise you anything, after all... I am still just a weak little girl."

"But... as the heir of Castell, I will naturally not mistreat those who are loyal to me."

"As long as your achievements match your merits, even if it's the stars in the sky, they will be yours in the future."

Sebastian understood.

He was almost instantly exhilarated, cheering in his heart.

SHE hasn't given up on me!

The Lady of the Night hasn't given up on me!

SHE doesn't care about my ambitions at all, SHE's willing to give me a chance!

God! This is what a true God is like!

A true God represents absolute confidence and greatness, absolute power and majesty!

A true God... doesn't care about mortal ambitions at all!

"I'm willing! I'm willing to truly submit to you! To be the sword and shield in your hands!"

"I'm willing to witness your return to greatness, witness your ascension to the Divine Throne!"

"I... with my true name, Sebastian Flameheart, swear on it!"

Sebastian exclaimed excitedly.

He respectfully knelt on the ground, performing the most ancient allegiance ceremony of the Elven race.

And when he raised his head again, he was momentarily stunned.

At some point, the crimson mist above the throne had dissipated, and he saw the Lady of the Night's appearance clearly for the first time.

He didn't know what language to use to describe the majesty and beauty of the Lady of the Night.

It was just that her magnificent silver hair, deep and mysterious golden eyes, elegant posture, and splendid yet solemn black divine gown made it difficult for him to find suitable words to praise her otherworldly mystery and perfection...

He was almost dazed with just one glance, and then quickly bowed his head respectfully, not daring to look again.

"Raise your head."

The majestic and melodious voice came from the throne.

Almost instinctively, Sebastian raised his head, seeing that the Lady of the Night now held a crystal goblet in her hand.

The goblet contained a flowing crimson liquid, shimmering with radiance.

With a gentle wave of her hand, the crystal goblet floated in front of Sebastian.

"In that case, drink this cup of blood contract."

"I don't want to see my followers perish just after they've been chosen."

"Think it over carefully."

"Once you drink it, you will become my blood-kin, never to betray, completely marked with my seal..."

"Of course, you will also gain some extraordinary powers."

The Lady of the Night smiled.

Sebastian didn't hesitate.

He decisively picked up the crystal goblet and drank the crimson liquid in one gulp.

In the next moment, dazzling crimson radiance bloomed on his body.

Sebastian felt a strange power entering his consciousness, difficult to describe in words. He faintly sensed that he had established a mysterious connection with the figure on the throne, the Lady of the Night.

That strange power quickly crossed the boundaries between dreams and reality, flowing through Sebastian's physical body in reality.

Sebastian was astonished to find that, at this moment, he could feel his physical body in reality, and that his broken body was beginning to heal rapidly!

However, Sebastian's focus quickly shifted away from his own body.

He couldn't help but look again at the Lady of the Night sitting on the throne.

After drinking the blood covenant and formally pledging allegiance to the Lady of the Night, he felt that her temperament had suddenly changed.

The ancient Dark Castle suddenly began to tremble, and the crimson mist began to boil.

In Sebastian's awe-filled gaze, an ancient and vast aura began to rise from Charlotte...

Sitting high on the throne, Charlotte was also stunned.

Her majesty magic... had just reached perfection.

The brilliance of the spirit path spread like flames, illuminating the first step of her ascension.

She was about to advance.

And... it seems it won't be ordinary advancement.