Gospel of Blood

Crimson mist spread, gradually engulfing the surrounding world.

Seeing the mysterious crimson mist, Albrecht’s lips curled into a slight smile as he looked at the frozen Roman Sword.

“Look, Sir Roman, Master has arrived.”

After speaking, Albrecht turned around, knelt on one knee towards the deepest part of the crimson mist, and saluted respectfully.

“To the Origin of all Bloodborne, the Supreme True Ancestor, your humble servant Albrecht offers the highest respect…”

“Haha, Albrecht, it seems you have become more eloquent in such a short time.”

A light, ethereal, and lazy laugh came from within the crimson mist.

Upon hearing the voice that seemed to resonate in his heart, the Roman Sword stiffened, and the light flickering on its blade became somewhat erratic.

The dense fog gradually dispersed, and the surrounding scene changed.

The Roman Sword was horrified to “see” that the previously open plain had vanished, replaced by towering stone walls and ancient murals.

It found itself in a solemn ancient castle.

In front of it, on the steps leading up, a beautiful girl in a black noble dress sat on an ornate throne decorated with thorny roses.

The girl had gorgeous silver hair and mysterious, sparkling golden-red eyes. She sat with her legs crossed, her posture lazy, and looked at the Roman Sword with interest.

Upon the girl’s appearance, Albrecht’s demeanor became even more respectful.

He bowed deeply to the throne, turned into a broken black mist, and when the mist reformed, he was already standing behind the throne.

He stood straight, his attitude respectful, like a servant always ready to serve his master.

Charlotte gave him a curious look, and noticing her gaze, Albrecht quickly took out a delicate goblet from his chest, poured a glass of sweet milk, and respectfully presented the tray to her.

Charlotte: …

“Isn’t this right, Master? I noticed Miss Eudoxia did this at the inn.”

Albrecht asked respectfully.

Charlotte: …

Watching his actions, inherited from Eudoxia, who in turn had learned them from Sebastian, she felt the urge to make a snarky comment but ultimately took the cup. ȓãΝȯ฿ĘŚ

“Not bad, I am actually thirsty.”

She thought to herself: If I’d known he learned these things so quickly, I should have sealed his magic when bringing him into the Dark Night Castle!

As she “elegantly” drank the milk, Charlotte wondered if too many people knew about her liking for milk.

In private, it was fine, but at this moment… it seemed somewhat out of character.

But…

The taste of a very pure milk… was pretty good.

It seemed Albrecht had put in the effort.

The Roman Sword, however, did not care about the interaction between Charlotte and Albrecht.

In fact, it had no mind for anything else at the moment, as the pervasive blood divine power and the aura identical to the one that awakened it clearly proclaimed the girl’s identity.

The True Ancestor!

She… she is the True Ancestor of Blood!

Is this… is this the legendary Dark Night Castle?!

With its inherited memories, the Roman Sword naturally came to this conclusion.

It wanted to immediately unleash its power to tear through this world and escape, but when it tried to tap into its power, it was horrified to find that it had lost control over its power. Not only that, it could feel its power trembling.

Its power was rejoicing, its body was excited. Although its true spirit was fearful and scared, its body was thrilled and expectant.

It was like a stream yearning to return to the sea, a wanderer longing for a mother’s embrace—”a child returning home.”

The Roman Sword knew exactly why.

Apart from its own spiritual essence, its current body and the power within it originated from Her!

It’s over… I’m finished!

She is indeed here to reclaim Her power!

She wants to absorb all my power to restore Her strength, just like She did with those Legendary Bloodbornes!

Feeling the almost uncontrollable power within, the Roman Sword felt a deep sense of despair.

At this moment, Charlotte finally looked at it and laughed lightly.

“So you are the Roman Sword… This is quite unexpected. In many ways, you are not as I imagined.”

“But… heh, I never thought your previous rage was just a bluff. You even fooled me. I thought you were genuinely enraged by the Nez Clan idiots, unleashing an extraordinary power.”

“I bet… when they come to their senses, their expressions will be priceless.”

Facing Charlotte’s gaze, which seemed to see through everything, the Roman Sword became even more frightened.

Is she expressing her displeasure at being deceived?

Seeing the trembling, retreating divine sword, Charlotte found it even more amusing.

She smiled and said,

“You are… called Roman, right.”

“You guessed right. I am indeed seeking the Faceless Statue, intending to enhance my power by absorbing the blood divine power. Awakening you was precisely for this purpose.”

The worries in Roman’s heart were instantly lifted, leaving the Roman Sword stunned.

“You… no… You know my thoughts?!”

Charlotte glanced at it oddly.

“Haven’t you already realized this is the Dark Night Castle?”

Does the Dark Night Castle have such power?

Peering into the soul’s thoughts?

Is this the same God in the inherited memories, the one who wanted to surpass the Gods…

The Roman Sword felt even more reverent and fearful, trembling with awe.

“So that’s it, your knowledge of the Dark Night Castle only comes from inherited memories… Considering the time, half-elf Romanus lived a thousand years ago. Even if you appeared then, it was probably after the Blood Moon Era.”

Listening to the Roman Sword’s thoughts, Charlotte mused to herself.

The Roman Sword was on the verge of panic.

This is truly a terrifying experience. In front of this mythical terrifying being, it couldn’t hide its thoughts at all!

“Great Ancestor of the Bloodborne, the Great Monarch of Eternal Night and Darkness, did you summon me here to destroy me and reclaim the blood divine power and the Divine Construction Law?”

“The Divine Construction Law?”

Charlotte was intrigued.

She understood reclaiming the blood divine power. The reason artifacts are called divine is because they are imbued with divine power, and driven by it.

The Roman Sword was the same. She hadn’t felt it strongly at the ceremony site, but after bringing it into the Dark Night Castle, she could clearly sense the considerable blood divine power within it.

However, most of the divine power in it constituted its “existence” rather than being released as “power.”

But what is the Divine Construction Law?

Charlotte was curious.

This was the first time she’d heard the term. She wanted to ask directly, but felt it might not fit the role she was currently “playing.”

Although she could explain it as her resurrected “memories” not being fully restored yet, she didn’t want to appear “weak” in front of the seemingly respectful but potentially rebellious Albrecht and the Roman Sword, which was still desperately thinking of ways to escape.

“Isn’t it? Aren’t you here to reclaim the Divine Construction Law, restore your strength, and seek further breakthroughs to become a Creator God?”

The Roman Sword asked cautiously.

At the same time, its leaky heart automatically provided an explanation for the “Divine Construction Law.”

Clearly, although it seemed to have repaired its damaged mind due to her blood, the repair was limited.

At least, in terms of concealing its true thoughts, it was far worse than Yurst.

‘So… the Divine Construction Law is the power stored in the Faceless Statue.’

‘The power of the law is the key to igniting the divine flame, the foundation of the divine flame, and the true source of a God’s power…’

Listening to the Roman Sword’s thoughts, Charlotte pondered.

If this is the case, then when she fused with the Faceless Statue and ignited the divine flame, it was because she fused with the Divine Construction Law!

The Faceless Statue… indeed, it is related to ascension!

It seems the secrets of the Gods must be learned from myths. Although the Roman Sword isn’t a true myth, as a divine artifact, it knows almost as much.

Charlotte was quite pleased with the information unintentionally revealed by the Roman Sword’s inner thoughts.

However, during her contemplation, the Roman Sword was in agony.

Seeing the “silent” True Ancestor of Blood, it grew more anxious and fearful.

It wondered if it had said something wrong, angering this terrifying being.

It couldn’t help but imagine all sorts of scenarios, and consequently, Charlotte’s heard thoughts were filled with various dramatizations.

Imagining everything from its spirit being shattered and its power completely reclaimed to its spirit being tortured and turned into a puppet for endless punishment, Charlotte had enough.

She didn’t know whose memories were inherited by this artifact or who shaped its spirit, but it had a vivid imagination.

Charlotte didn’t want to listen anymore. Seeing the Roman Sword even more terrified than Nice and Yurst, she felt it was enough.

She laughed lightly and spoke again.

“I’m indeed interested in your power, but whether I reclaim the power of the statue depends on the situation.”

“After all, there are multiple Ancient Temples and Faceless Statues scattered around the world. But you’re the first artifact with a spirit I’ve truly encountered.”

Hearing Charlotte’s words, the Roman Sword’s light instantly brightened.

A tender voice cautiously spoke, with a hint of anxiety and inexplicable excitement.

“You… you mean you don’t intend to destroy me, but will spare me?”

Charlotte smiled.

“I said it depends on the situation. More precisely, it depends on your choice.”

The Roman Sword wasn’t too stupid, it understood Charlotte’s implication.

Afraid she might change her mind, it quickly exclaimed.

“I… I… I am willing! Great Eternal Night Monarch! The embodiment of Darkness and the Blood Moon! The supreme True Ancestor! The Roman Sword is willing to submit to you and become your power!”

After speaking, the Roman Sword’s blade emitted a glow, and a faint, intricate mark slowly appeared on it, showing an obvious elven style, resembling a lilac flower.

This was the manifestation of its spirit’s true mark.

Revealing its true mark was a sign of submission for a divine artifact.

The same held true for wisdom artifacts.

The Roman Sword’s true mark was a lilac flower because its master was the half-elf Romanus.

The lilac flower was Romanus’ mark and also the Roman family’s crest.

Seeing the spirit revealing its true mark, Charlotte smiled slightly.

Although the process was convoluted, the Roman Sword ultimately chose to submit to her.

Of course, this was somewhat expected.

After all, the Roman Sword’s power originated from her, and as the “Origin of the Bloodborne”, it couldn’t oppose her.

Charlotte straightened slightly and lightly tapped.

The blood divine power spread, and in the next moment, the mark on the Roman Sword changed, transforming from a lilac flower to a symbol of thorny roses.

At the same time, Charlotte sensed something faintly added to her mental world.

The Roman Sword felt this even more deeply.

It felt an irresistibly powerful will descend upon its soul, effortlessly overriding its contracts with Romanus and the Roman family.

Its spirit was drawn, quickly establishing a connection with the awe-inspiring will.

Its form gradually faded and eventually disappeared.

In the depths of Charlotte’s mental world, silver light gradually gathered, transforming into a beautiful elven-style single-handed sword, exactly like the Roman Sword.

Feeling the solidifying contract, the Roman Sword breathed a sigh of relief.

Having formed a contract with the True Ancestor of Blood, it became Her artifact and no longer had to fear being destroyed by Her.

At least… not for now, as long as it proved valuable enough.

However, just as the Roman Sword relaxed, it suddenly stiffened again.

It saw an incredibly dazzling light beside it.

That was… the light of the Gospel of Blood…

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