Gospel of Blood

Chapter 82: Praise be upon you, Lady of the Night!

Chapter 82: Praise be upon you, Lady of the Night!

Charlotte confirmed another thing.

In the future, she must refrain from using the Blood Contract to summon a servant to her side.

This kind of action, involving spatial teleportation, consumes an outrageous amount of energy. Just summoning an elf below the Third tier would unexpectedly shorten her True Ancestor's Liberation available usage time by half a second.

Outrageous!

It took her a whole second just to frighten a Blazing Sun.

What's more critical is that she hasn't figured out how to replenish this ability's time limit yet!

Charlotte winced at the thought, while on the other side, it took Sebastian several seconds to regain his senses.

He had been directly summoned to the study of Castell Manor by the Lady of the Night!

Taking in his surroundings, he quickly spotted the Lady of the Night seated expressionlessly at her desk. He hastily bowed respectfully, fervently praising.

However, as he finished his bow and glanced towards Charlotte, he quickly blinked, then lowered his head again.

"Do you need to change into a new outfit?"

He cautiously reminded her.

Charlotte blinked, quickly glanced at her own body, and remembered that she had accidentally spilled milk on her clothes while multitasking perspectives.

Initially, she hadn't minded, but now, feeling sticky, she realized her upper body was completely soaked.

It was indeed... not very elegant.

"I'll go change my clothes. You rest for a bit and come see me later at the evening meeting."

She said somewhat unnaturally.

"And, try not to leave the manor. If you must, disguise yourself so no one recognizes you."

She added.

With that, the girl left the study.

Watching Charlotte leave, Sebastian heaved a sigh of relief.

After the recent battle, he held a deep reverence for the Lady of the Night. But now, seeing the spirit restored to her girl form, he felt a different kind of connection.

The distance created by fear seemed to have diminished in an instant.

The Lady of the Night was a God, but not the disdainful, haughty kind that looked down on mortals!

He mused silently.

Afterward, Sebastian pushed open the study door, ready to head to the kitchen for some food to fill his stomach.

After being hunted for so many days, besides wine, he had nothing left in his storage space to eat.

Relaxing now only made him realize how hungry he was.

"Too bad Misha isn't here. If she were, she could make me some elf cakes."

He muttered to himself.

Misha was his elven maid, whom he had trained in the art of cooking. She was particularly skilled at making elven food.

But just as he said that, Sebastian's gaze darkened. The Inquisition had launched a pursuit against him, and Rose Society had also been subjected to divine judgment.

He had been saved by the Lady of the Night, but the Rose Society hadn't. The Lady of the Night and the Rose Society were not familiar, and SHE needed to conceal HER identity. He didn't believe the Lady of the Night would intervene for the Rose Society.

Thinking this, Sebastian sighed.

The Rose Society... had probably become history.

He felt a bit melancholic at the thought.

Although the founding of the Rose Society had been a whim, born out of his disgust with some of the black gangs in Borde bullying and exploiting the commoners and elf slaves in the outer city, it had grown to mean a lot over the years.

Loyal subordinates with strong limbs and simple minds, but pure-hearted werewolves; fierce and aggressive, quick to kill, yet sticking to their principles, the gangly brutes who would laugh and give flowers to little girls...

Thinking about it, Sebastian's mood became somewhat subtle.

He sighed, shook his head, and decided to throw away these thoughts.

He was an elf with a long lifespan. He had experienced many such partings.

However, just as Sebastian descended the stairs, he came face to face with the limping girl, Sherry.

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Seeing her nearly bandaged into a mummy-like appearance, he blinked in surprise.

"Sherry?"

...

Having changed into a new outfit, Charlotte regained her elegance and summoned Sebastian once again.

The Flame Elf seemed to be in quite a good mood, even more excited than when she had summoned him back earlier.

Charlotte found this strange and was about to ask when she saw Sebastian suddenly kneel before her, reverently and fervently declaring.

"Praise be upon you! Great Lady of the Night! Sebastian and Rose Society will forever be your most faithful assistants!"

Charlotte realized quickly that he must have learned that she had saved the Rose Society.

She smiled lightly, gracefully lifted a tall glass, took a sip of milk, and said calmly.

"As I've said, I naturally won't mistreat those loyal to me."

Sebastian's attitude became even more respectful.

If when he signed the contract, he only intended to offer loyalty to the Lady of the Night, like a vassal following a noble... then after witnessing the Lady of the Night's formidable power and her protection for him and the Rose Society, his thoughts had subtly changed.

Perhaps... he could try to change his mindset and have faith in the Lady of the Night?

After all, she came from ancient times and wasn't like those detestable Gods.

Thinking so, Sebastian's voice grew even more fervent.

"You are a noble, magnificent, true God!"

Feeling the fervor in his words, Charlotte felt somewhat awkward.

She knew her power came solely from the divine artifact, the Gospel of Blood.

"You don't have to treat me as a God. Right now, I am just Charlotte."

She said.

However, upon finishing her sentence, she found Sebastian even more excited and respectful.

"Okay, the great, beautiful, noble, and elegant mistress Charlotte!"

Charlotte: ...

What was inside this guy's head?

Charlotte muttered to herself.

"Tell me, how did your investigation go?"

She changed the subject.

Sebastian also became serious.

"I found out. The one who attempted to assassinate you was indeed the Blood Demon Cult!"

"Count Gaston's son, Jordan, indeed has dealings with the Blood Demon Cult. He is one of the participants in the Dreaming Salon. Many related nobles are likely involved with the Blood Demon Cult."

"Dreaming Salon?"

Charlotte's interest was piqued.

Sebastian's face showed disdain.

"That's a party activity among the Borde nobles. It's a social platform for nobles on the surface, but in reality, it's a gathering of debauchery and sin. It's quite famous within the noble circles, and many nobles in the duchy prohibit their offspring from attending, but in reality... many nobles participate in the Dreaming Salon."

Wow... a debauched party?

Charlotte clicked her tongue.

"You seem quite familiar with the Dreaming Salon?"

She asked.

"To be honest, I've always suspected that the Dreaming Salon is involved in the trafficking of people from the outer city. So, I've investigated it before and even infiltrated it once, causing a commotion and punishing a few nobles who were raping young girls. Those girl... was taken from the outer city by them."

Sebastian said solemnly.

Punishing?

Charlotte's heart skipped a beat, remembering the young nobles' actions at the Duke's banquet, bowing their bodies to protect their lower regions.

Charlotte: ...

She had a pretty good idea of what his punishing meant.