Gospel of Blood

Nice...?

Charlotte's gaze shifted slightly.

This name wasn't unfamiliar to her. She had heard this name when she lay in her hospital bed on her first day at the church hospital, eavesdropping on the conversation outside her room.

At that time, the "gentleman" who was talking with the young demon hunter standing guard at the door was called Nice.

However, at that time, Charlotte had only thought that "Nice" was a powerful demon hunter with a peculiar speech habit. But now, it seemed that the other party was not just a peculiar speaker but actually just a cat!

The other party was... an intelligent supernatural creature!

And for some reason, Charlotte also felt a bit familiar with it, as if she had seen it somewhere before.

The black cat sat on the ground, its amber vertical pupils reflecting the moonlight, like two lanterns in the night, gazing gently at Charlotte.

Charlotte's heart sank slightly. The Holy Court always considered the bloodborne as one of the evil entities that must be eradicated. The Demon Hunters were the law enforcement agency under the Holy Court specially dealing with evil beings.

Although the black cat claimed to be a follower of the God of Contract, after a period of intensive study during her hospitalization, Charlotte also gained some understanding of many gods in this world.

The God of Contract was an ancient God who was also a member of the Holy Court and one of the many subordinates of the God King Harald. Obviously, in some sense, the black cat was also a supernatural being subordinate to the Holy Court. If you were to make an analogy, it would be like a civil servant in the administrative units.

The appearance of the black cat, which had a close relationship with the Demon Hunters, was definitely not as simple as wanting to chat with Charlotte and make friends. Especially the strong sarcasm hidden in the other party's words indicated that the other party was definitely not well-intentioned. At a certain moment, Charlotte even suspected that this kidnapping might have been orchestrated by the other party.

At this moment, she became alert. Charlotte's current condition was really bad. Not to mention that the other party was likely a highly-ranked supernatural being.

Even if it was just a talking black cat, she felt that she didn't have the energy to deal with it after her outburst. Even the bolt she had just shot out was something from the first servant she had killed! She didn't have the strength or time to reload her crossbow now!

However, the mysterious black cat neither attacked nor directly acted after meeting her, which made Charlotte slightly calmer. The other party... seemed uncertain about her strength?

'It appeared voluntarily, indicating that it didn't consider me a threat. But it didn't attack directly, indicating that it still had some fear of me! And the title it just used for me... Royalty? Could it be... it mistook me for a Bloodborne big shot?'

Charlotte's thoughts were unusually quick, and she soon made further judgments.

Honestly, "Royalty" was the first time she had heard such a title, and the tone of the other party became solemn when it mentioned this title. This made Charlotte a bit curious.

What did the other party... take her for? A perverted old monster who possessed underage girls?

Thinking of this, Charlotte's mind became more active. Although she didn't know what misunderstanding this black cat, who claimed to be a follower of the Contract God, had about her. But since the other party had some fear, she might as well play along with the other party's fear and misunderstanding...

Put on a show, huh? Coincidentally, she was very familiar with this!

With her thoughts sorted out, Charlotte suddenly felt more confident. She started with a light laugh, naturally sitting down on the wreckage of the carriage stained with blood, one fair and slender leg elegantly crossed over the other. Her indifferent gaze didn't even look at the solemn black cat, but rather inspected the hand crossbow in her hand with interest, seemingly not even caring about the other party.

The cold and aloof voice contrasted strongly with her sweet and charming appearance, carrying a profound sense of maturity that didn't match her age.

"Though mortals are lowly ants, they are the ones who rule the world."

"With their own tools, even weak mortals can slay powerful and arrogant dragons..."

As she spoke, Charlotte chuckled softly. She casually threw the hand crossbow onto the ground, and leaned back slightly, one hand horizontally supporting her chest, the other hand resting on top, gracefully propping up her smooth chin.

Her deep and wise eyes looked down at the black cat, whose expression had become increasingly solemn. She hinted meaningfully.

"Weakness and ignorance have never been the cause of destruction."

"Arrogance... is."

Her speech was slow but powerful. Although cold, it was extremely oppressive.

The terrifying scene of sprayed blood and the beautiful girl sitting among them as if nothing had happened. Combined with her majestic and profound gaze that didn't match her appearance, it created an unprecedented sense of dissonance and shock.

Quite intimidating.

The chubby face of the black cat almost instantly became solemn. After meeting the cold blue eyes of the girl, it swallowed a mouthful of saliva, casually shifted its gaze away, and whistled nonchalantly, feeling a bit guilty.

Charlotte: ...

Darn it!

So, this fat cat is just a dirty old man!