Gospel of Blood

Chapter 19: Nice's Ambition

Chapter 19: Nice's Ambition

"Ahem, sorry, I lost my composure. It seems you haven't yet adjusted to your new body..."

The black cat Nice cleared its throat, attempting to cover up the recent embarrassment. But soon, its expression returned to normal, pretending as if nothing had happened. Clearly, the thickness of this cat's skin matched its size perfectly.

It lifted its head again, looking directly at Charlotte once more. Its chubby cat face revealed a human-like smile, and its amber eyes were full of curiosity.

"Speaking of which, I'm really curious..."

"As far as I know, among the current five Archdukes of the Bloodborne, none of them should bear the symbol of thorns and roses."

"Could it be that you are one of the ancient beings from the primordial era?"

"Your Excellency, can you satisfy Nice's curiosity and tell me your title?"

Thorns and roses?

Ancient beings?

Title?

Charlotte's heart skipped a beat. Looking at the black cat with piercing eyes, she suddenly had a strange thought.

Your Excellency of the Bloodborne, a great being... Hiss... Could this guy be mistaking her, a transmigrated person, for a resurrected Evil God?

This thought arose, and the more Charlotte thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Her mind raced, and she immediately decided to go along with the conversation.

However, just as Charlotte was about to continue with the conversation, she realized that something didn't seem right.

Wait a minute... If the black cat considered her a resurrected Evil God, why would it ask her so many questions?

Charlotte had also studied religious knowledge in this world. She had seen topics related to Evil Gods in the books hidden in the church hospital.

The girl clearly remembered that an author in one of the books repeatedly warned readers in a stern tone.

'Once encountering a resurrected Evil God, do not communicate with it. Instead, promptly seal it and exile it to another dimension before it becomes powerful.'

So here's the question.

Why would the black cat Nice, who considered her an Evil God, actively engage in conversation with her? And... for such a long conversation?

Oh no! It was probably stalling for time!

Charlotte almost instantly made this judgment. At that moment, the familiar crimson color suddenly filled her vision again.

Ancient characters also slowly appeared...

?"Gospel of Blood" detects an ongoing divine ritual——?

?Ritual name: Prison of Order?

?Practitioner: Nice de Robel?

?Recipient: Charlotte de Castell?

?Ritual effect: The Prison of Order of the Contract God Mithra, the practitioner can set a target, forming a sealed space centered on the target to temporarily imprison it. This ritual requires a long preparation time, and the practitioner cannot move during the preparation and casting process.?

?Interception probability judgment: 100%?

?Intercept??

Divine ritual! It's a divine ritual! This cat has been secretly preparing a divine ritual! It's a Priest!

Charlotte's expression changed slightly. She subconsciously prepared to intercept this divine ritual but suddenly hesitated.

This was a sealing-type divine ritual. If she chose to intercept it, at most, she would only be able to remove the seal or transfer it to the black cat.

However, removing the seal did not mean she would become safe. Transferring it to the black cat, the other party might still find a way to escape. At that time, she would still have to continue the confrontation with the black cat. By then, the black cat would know that she could modify the divine ritual and her advantage would be lost.

Charlotte's condition was very poor, extremely poor, and she was not suitable for combat at the moment. She also didn't know what rank the black cat's strength was. If she really fought, she wouldn't be a match and she would be the one in danger instead.

Without knowing what effect the blood summoning would have, her chance... only existed in intercepting and modifying the divine ritual. And that shouldn't be now!

All this thinking existed in the blink of an eye, and Charlotte quickly made a decision. She gave up resistance.

A silver light burst forth instantly, and a square cage of light instantly enveloped Charlotte. Charlotte reached out to probe, feeling like she had touched an invisible wall, unable to move it at all.

"Hehe, don't bother, this is the Contract God's seal designed specifically to exile beings like you, called the Prison of Order!"

"With your recently awakened power, I think you can't break free from it."

Looking at Charlotte's slightly condensed gaze, the black cat grinned, with a hint of satisfaction. Successfully sealing Charlotte seemed to excite it quite a bit, and its attitude became less respectful, or... its true colors were revealed.

It looked at the girl with disdainful eyes, sneering.

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"Raoul is really foolish, not even sensing the truth from the Sacred Fire. He actually asking this Cat Master to protect an Evil God!"

"Meow! Fortunately, this Cat Master kept a close eye!"

"Hehehe, You Excellency the Evil God, are you surprised?"

"You're about to be sealed shortly after your resurrection, and the one that is going to exile you is a talking black cat!"

"Weakness and ignorance are never the main cause of destruction, arrogance is!"

"You... hehe, are just too arrogant!"

Nice the Black Cat looked excited using a provocative tone in its voice. Its chubby cat face was full of mockery, giving off a smug feeling, which made Charlotte want to slap it.

Charlotte fell into silence. It wasn't because she was flustered. In fact, she was quite calm now.

Sealing, and... exile.

Charlotte glanced strangely at the triumphant black cat. After a moment of silence, she lowered her head, trying to hide her emotions. And when she raised her head again, she had once again turned into the weak, pitiful, and helpless little girl from the hospital of the church.

She shrank slightly, her delicate little face wrinkling, her deep blue eyes full of grievances, with tears shimmering, looking like a wounded little girl.

"Wuwuwu..."

"Kitty... are you, are you really going to exile me with a divine ritual?"

Her voice sounds crisp, giving a weak, sad, and helpless feeling. That pitiful look was enough to arouse anyone's pity. Of course... That's only if they didn't know her true self. If they did, the feeling would be a bit weird.

The black cat was instantly stunned. It couldn't help but shiver, and its fur stood up like getting an electric shock. Its gaze towards Charlotte was full of strangeness.

"Hiss..."

"You're really a terrifying existence... in every sense of the word."

"If I didn't know your true face, I might really have been deceived by you..."

Charlotte certainly knew she couldn't deceive the other party. She wasn't trying to deceive the other party. She just wanted to use this chilling way to raise the other party's vigilance, indirectly reminding and urging the other party to cast the exile divine ritual quickly to avoid unexpected changes after this. Then she would directly modify the target at the moment the divine ritual was cast, and in turn, exile the other party!

Once the practitioner was exiled, the Prison of Order would also dissipate on its own. Then she would be free.

As for when the other party would return after being exiled, that would be an unknown.

For a cat to return from a dimension beyond who knows how many dimensional layers back to the Myria world, the difficulty was no less than asking a grasshopper to complete the Long March of twenty-five thousand li. Presumably... it wouldn't be easy, right? But at least the other party would still be alive, after all, she wasn't a devil.

Thinking like this, Charlotte made up her mind.

However, after carefully examining her for a while, Nice the Black Cat fell into deep thought. It seemed to remember something, its gaze slightly brightened, and it suddenly laughed.

"Hehehehehe..."

"Actually, what you said makes sense."

"It's too much of a waste to exile you when you have that wonderful body!"

"Meow! Cat Master has changed his mind!"

"Why exiling an Evil God?"

"It's more exciting to make this beautiful and cute body my servant, and then let Her serve me every day, giving me a knee pillow, massaging me, feeding me fruits, feeding me small fish... isn't that more exciting?!"

"Hehe... hehehehehe!"

The Black Cat burst into a series of lewd uncle-like laughs, then its expression became serious, and it shouted.

"Contract: Servant's Final Oath!"

With that, the brilliance of the divine ritual suddenly bloomed on it.

At the same time, new information appeared in Charlotte's vision——

?"Gospel of Blood" detects an ongoing divine ritual——?

?Ritual name: Servant's Final Oath?

?Practitioner: Nice de Robel?

?Recipient: Charlotte de Castell?

?Ritual effect: The Servant's Final Oath of the Contract God Mithra, one of the most strict and overbearing servant contracts in the world; the practitioner will sign an eternal and irrevocable master-servant contract with the recipient, the servant will unconditionally obey any requests of the master, and survival and death are only at the master's whim.?

?Interception probability assessment: 100%?

?Intercept??

Charlotte: ...