Gospel of Blood

This was truly a wonderful experience.

It's like having three monitors turned on while playing a game, with three gaming accounts running simultaneously. Charlotte could perceive the perspectives of the Dark Night Castle, the physical body, and Sebastian all at once.

But it's not just about perspectives, she could sense the situation in 360° within these three perspectives.

Among them, the perspective of the Dark Night Castle was her primary consciousness, and any slight change in the entire spiritual world could not escape her perception.

The physical body and Sebastian were more like secondary perspectives, with their observation limited to the study in Castell Manor and the burning cabin where Sebastian was located.

Moreover, when Charlotte made an effort to control herself, she could even distract herself to manipulate her physical body in reality.

However, this multi-perspective state was unfamiliar to her. She tried to manipulate her body, but as soon as she stood up, she stumbled back, even knocking over the milk jug on the table, spilling the creamy milk all over herself, like a child who hadn't learned to walk yet.

Just with a slight attempt, Charlotte no longer cared about the drenched in wet clothes physical body in the study but instead continued to focus her attention on Sebastian's perspective.

As her consciousness focused, Charlotte was surprised to find that her perception of the spiritual world began to decline while her perception of Sebastian's surroundings further enhanced.

She could hear the crackling of flames burning in the dry wood, the low hum of birds in the woods outside the cabin, and the chirping of insects in the grass. She could even hear the steady breathing of the Judgment Knights surrounding the cabin.

She could sense the rising temperature inside the cabin, see the sparks bursting in the smoke, and see Sebastian's tailcoat already catching fire along with his red long hair.

Even more miraculously, she heard Sebastian's thoughts again, just like in the Dark Night Castle. No, it's even clearer than in the Dark Night Castle.

It was as if she had entered his innermost thoughts, she could even clearly perceive his overwhelming excitement, joy, and yet profound shock.

Sebastian was very excited, really really excited.

Although he had vaguely sensed something in the spiritual world, he was still immensely surprised upon returning to reality.

All the injuries from being chased by the Grand Knight these past few days had miraculously healed!

Not only that, but the dried-up magic inside him was replenished once again!

Even his lost left arm had grown back, functioning perfectly, with muscular arms still so perfect.

Sebastian could even see the ghostly face pattern representing the bloodline curse on his wrist, now seemingly trembling, wearing a terrified expression, and cowering in the corner.

It was afraid of the new power within him!

It did not dare to devour his bloodline power anymore!

Discovering this, Sebastian was even more surprised.

Indeed... the Lady of the Night is the True Ancestor of the Bloodborne!

All Bloodbornes would respect and fear HER!

Pure White Witch... You wait for me.

Someday, I will make you pay!

Thinking about the pain he had suffered under the curse over the years, Sebastian gritted his teeth.

At that moment, Sebastian suddenly felt some new information in his mind...

It was actually a way to pray to the Lady of the Night and obtain the power of the messenger of blood!

"Prayer? Pray for the power of the Gods? Gain the blessing of divine power? Could it be... I have become a divine messenger?"

Sebastian's eyes widened and gleamed.

For those who follow the Gods and become Gods themselves in history...

Becoming a divine messenger is often the first step on their mythical journey!

Realizing the change in his identity, Sebastian became even more excited, his breathing even becoming rapid.

While Charlotte, sharing the perspective, was about to look away...

Can you imagine a scene?

An elf with tattered clothes, excitedly looking at his exposed arm and touching his newly grown biceps.

He looked excited, breathing heavily, his handsome face overshadowed, with a silly grin on it, revealing his white teeth... With fire behind him and smoke above his head.

Charlotte found it hard to connect the current Sebastian with the elegant Flame Elf she knew.

The impression... is about to collapse!

Calm down, brother, look at your clothes, look at your hair!

It's on fire!

She really wanted to remind him directly in his consciousness.

But she felt it was weird to do so, like telling him she was spying on him...

But she really couldn't stand it anymore.

The scene... was really too much to bear.

Fortunately, while Charlotte was muttering, Sebastian seemed to respond as if sensing something, and focused his attention on himself.

He quickly found that his clothes and hair were on fire...

"Damn it!"

The elegant elf finally cursed for the first time since Charlotte entered into his consciousness.

Snapping his fingers lightly, the flames on Sebastian's body quickly left his clothes and hair, turning into flying fireballs into his fingertips.

They were called Flame Elves because they had a natural affinity for fire elements and were skilled in fire elemental magic.

Earlier, Sebastian had lost his ability to control fire due to his depleted magic, but now... his power had returned!

Easily extinguishing the fire on his body, Sebastian put away the flames on his fingertips, then quickly focused on the blazing fire around him.

With his gaze, the surrounding flames, like obedient children, parted to create a path leading outside.

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Watching his hair transform into a punk style, his clothes into something unconventional, and his handsome face into that of a charcoal furnace, Charlotte was somewhat surprised.

She thought the usually elegant Sebastian would change his clothes.

However, just as he took a step forward, Sebastian seemed to realize the problem and quickly stopped.

He lowered his head, looking at his tattered clothes, lost in thought.

Charlotte's curiosity immediately arose.

In many movies and TV shows from her past life, especially in anime, when a dying protagonist gets defeated and then suddenly gains power, their tattered clothes often magically restore themselves, making it convenient for them to look impressive.

She had always been curious, ignoring the premise of bugs, and thinking from a scientific perspective, how those clothes were restored...

For example... take off the clothes and put them back on?

Charlotte continued to look at Sebastian and saw that he... quickly took off his clothes.

Charlotte: ...

Sebastian's movements were quite skilled and quick, obviously not the first time he had done it.

He took off his outer clothes in three or five movements, revealing the elf's purple elf pants beneath the tattered clothes.

Throwing the torn clothes into the flames casually, Sebastian, in his underwear, summoned a white towel with space magic and wiped his face. Then he took out a mirror and scissors to tidy up his hair, followed by a brand-new tailcoat...

The speed was fast, the efficiency was high, and before Charlotte could react, he had finished wiping his face, fixing his hairstyle, and changing his clothes...

He even summoned a glass of red wine and elegantly took a sip.

But Charlotte... could no longer look at his elegance directly.

She couldn't forget Sebastian's awkwardness in his underwear.

Everything was ready, and Sebastian snapped his fingers again.

The flames around him rushed towards his palm...

...

In the woods.

The Gand Knight of the Inquisition watched calmly as the flames under the burning wooden house grew stronger and stronger.

He could feel that Sebastian's aura was getting weaker and weaker.

Finally, when the flames completely engulfed everything, he could no longer sense the other party's aura.

Sebastian's aura vanished.

His soul fluctuations also disappeared.

The Grand Knight sighed slightly, somewhat regretful.

He knew that the other party was dead, leaving only a body gradually disappearing in the flames.

"Even if it's a Flame Elf, without magic, it's just a dead body under the flames."

After waiting for a while and confirming that he could no longer sense the other party's soul fluctuations, the Grand Knight lightly shook his head.

"Prepare to capture his wandering soul and interrogate him about the Blood Demon Cult."

He commanded the Judgment Priest next to him.

The Judgment Priest was stunned.

"Capture the wandering soul? Isn't he a member of the Blood Demon Cult?"

When a believer dies, their soul returns to the Kingdom of the Gods.

So do the members of the Blood Demon Cult.

The Grand Knight shook his head.

"No, he isn't."

"If he was, he would have used the Bloodborne power long ago."

"Sebastian Flameheart is an elf who betrayed Luna Island, losing even the belief in the Moon Goddess."

"He's a pitiful unbeliever."

After saying that, the Grand Knight turned and left.

However, after walking a few steps, he hesitated for a moment and then turned around abruptly.

"Hold on!"

He ordered the knights and priests who were preparing to extinguish the flames.

Then, his gaze stared at the burning wooden house.

Just now, the Grand Knight had sensed Sebastian's aura again.

Not only that... the aura, like being reborn from the flames, quickly grew stronger after reappearing!

That aura did not exceed the third tier.

But for some reason, it gave the Grand Knight a feeling of palpitation, as if it contained something terrifying.

Soon, the raging flames seemed to be absorbed, quickly shrinking and dissipating.

Sebastian's figure reappeared before the Grand Knight's eyes.

He was wearing a brand-new tailcoat, completely unharmed, and holding a glass of red wine elegantly in his hand.

"Your Excellency Grand Knight, it seems that the flames of the Inquisition were not as fierce as you imagined."

He smiled slightly.

Seeing the healed Flame Elf, the Grand Knight's expression instantly became serious.