Gospel of Blood

“Only… five myths?”

Charlotte frowned slightly as she looked at the five shimmering stars in the crimson starry sea.

She clearly remembered that when she first unlocked the abilities of the bloodborne, she could sense these stars in the sea of consciousness.

Compared to other stars representing the blood kin, the brilliance of these five stars was dazzling and their aura was vast, undoubtedly indicating the presence of mythical bloodborne.

Initially, Charlotte didn’t sense any issue. Each of the five existing major clans had a Blood Prince behind them, so she naturally associated these five stars with the five princes of the major clans.

However, Charlotte was no longer the novice she once was.

She now knew that in the history of the Bloodborne, the number of bloodborne myths far exceeded five. Just from Albrecht’s memories, there were no fewer than twenty bloodborne myths that had been banished, sealed, or killed for various reasons by the True Ancestor.

The Nez Clan believed Charlotte to be an ancient bloodborne who had returned for this reason. During the Blood Moon Era, many had been sealed, banished, or had fallen into slumber, leaving the Nez Clan’s Legendary Bloodborne uncertain about Charlotte’s origins.

So, here lies the problem.

All bloodbornes existences would be projected in the crimson starry sea of the Gospel of Blood. Aside from the princes of the five major clans, where did the other bloodborne myths go?

Even if they were sealed or banished, they shouldn’t be entirely absent.

After all, the princes of the five major clans were currently in a state of slumber.

Considering this, Charlotte believed there were only two possibilities.

The first possibility was that the Gospel of Blood did not mark all the bloodborne as she believed, but only specific bloodborne myths.

The second possibility was that, besides the five large stars in the crimson starry sea, the other bloodborne myth…had already fallen.

Given the Gospel of Blood’s immense power, far surpassing ordinary artifacts and even capable of altering divine spells, as the supreme artifact of the Bloodborne, Charlotte found the first possibility very unlikely.

This confidence in the Gospel of Blood led her to believe the second possibility was most likely.

And if the second possibility were true, Charlotte had an even bolder and more thought-provoking idea.

Those five large stars in the crimson starry sea—do they really correspond exactly to the five mythical figures of the five major clans?

Staring at the crimson stars in the sea of consciousness, Charlotte remained silent.

There are differences even among mythical figures. Though she was technically a “Demigod”, her power was still far weaker than those represented by the five large stars.

Considering safety, she didn’t dare to rashly approach these stars and thus couldn’t ascertain their specific representations.

Except for the Blood Demon Archduke.

She had indirectly dealt with that figure several times and was quite familiar with his aura.

She could roughly sense that one of the three brighter stars likely belonged to the Blood Demon Archduke.

But she couldn’t determine the rest. Whether they corresponded to the remaining four princes of the major clans or something else, Charlotte was unsure.

From this perspective, the Nez Clan’s long-term disconnection from their God might indeed be due to some trouble with their prince, the Stargazer Casey, who could be in a predicament worse than slumber.

This wasn’t entirely unrelated to Charlotte, as she also had to consider another question.

If all the historical bloodborne myths had fallen, what caused their demise? And what kind of power led to their downfall?

Albrecht’s memories didn’t mention these matters.

In the understanding of the Bloodborne, many Demigods were simply “slumbering,” “banished,” or “sealed.”

But if things were truly as Charlotte suspected in her second hypothesis, the situation would be far from simple.

Because it would imply some force silently exterminated all these “slumbering” bloodborne myths.

Exhaling lightly, Charlotte formed a certain conjecture in her mind.

“Could it be… the historical True Ancestor of Blood?”

This might also be a possibility, but it made Charlotte even more troubled.

It seemed her connection with the True Ancestor of Blood was deepening, yet at the same time, the secrets surrounding the True Ancestor of Blood were multiplying.

“Forget it, thinking too much now is pointless. I still need to lay a solid foundation, strengthen my forces, and improve my power.”

“Perhaps… when my own power reaches the mythical level, I can begin to unravel these mysteries.”

Charlotte took out a gold tana in the Dark Night Castle and used the divination techniques she had learned to foretell her future.

The divination results were as vague as ever, but no ominous signs appeared.

Charlotte shook her head and put away the gold tana.

Relying on the divination techniques learned through the Gospel of Blood, compared to the elite of the Nez Clan, she was still an amateur.

However, her divine-powered divination surpassed ordinary Nez bloodborne’s results, and she could somewhat perceive potential issues.

At least… her fate was not “predetermined.” and her “future” was not fixed.

That was enough.

As for the True Ancestor’s secrets and historical mysteries, she would uncover them as her power grew.

With this resolve, Charlotte dismissed the crimson starry sea.

Just as she was about to exit the Dark Night Castle, she suddenly felt a whim, hearing a murmured prayer from afar.

Charlotte’s heart stirred.

After merging with the Faceless Statue and unlocking the faith network, it was rare for prayers to directly impact Charlotte; the faith network often handled them on her behalf.

At this moment, the prayer reaching her consciousness must have exceeded the faith network’s threshold.

With this thought, Charlotte manifested the faith network and quickly identified the source of the prayer.

It was from the north, or more precisely, the Blood Wolf Tribe at the Castell mine.

Blood divine power bloomed, crimson mist spread, and a blurry scene gradually appeared before Charlotte.

As divine power spread, the scene became clearer. Dozens of black-robed werewolf believers gathered before an altar, kneeling and praying devoutly to the Thorny Rose symbol on the altar.

Their expressions were sincere and fanatical, filled with hope and anxiety.

Behind these werewolf believers, hundreds of demi-humans and even humans prayed from a distance.

They seemed less excited than the front row of werewolf believers but still showed expressions of hope and longing. At the forefront of the altar, beside the werewolf High Priest Luff, stood Sebastian in a tailcoat, occupying the central position.

Facing the Thorny Rose symbol, his expression was solemn and serious as he opened his arms, leading the believers in a loud chant.

“Supreme True Ancestor…”

“Embodiment of Darkness and Shadows…”

“The Source of All Blood Descendants…”

“Your humble and devout believers, here, pray for Your blessing…”

…

Seeing this, Charlotte understood.

It was the blessing ceremony for the cult she had asked Sebastian to organize… it had officially begun.