Gospel of Blood

“Do you want to investigate the Blood Demon Cult? Those bastards dared to use your divine symbol after committing their crimes—truly unforgivable!”

Seeing the girl’s expression grow serious, Sebastian spoke with righteous indignation.

Charlotte glanced at him in surprise.

“You’re well-informed.”

Sebas puffed out his chest proudly.

“Honorable Lady Charlotte, in the outer district, no one’s intelligence is better than the Rose Society’s!”

Charlotte gave a slight nod.

The Rose Society indeed held significant influence in the outer district, and Sebastian wasn’t wrong. If it weren’t for that, she wouldn’t have asked them to handle this matter, nor would she be planning to go to the outer district herself tomorrow.

The outer district was incredibly complex. Without the Rose Society’s covert support, her visit could be as dangerous as sending a lamb to the slaughter.

“Alright, take them away and dig into the secrets of these two Blood Demon cultists. Let me know what you find out tomorrow.”

Charlotte cast a glance at the four extraordinary individuals, who had been kicked multiple times by Sebastian during their conversation. She managed to control her urge to twitch her mouth and spoke calmly.

She wasn’t planning to investigate the two newly embraced mercenaries herself.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to, she simply didn’t have the strength to handle it. Even if Sebastian or Nice could seal their powers, Charlotte worried that the Blood Demon Cult might have left some kind of safeguard in them.

Blood servants usually have less power than their sires, and since these two mercenaries had reached the Starry Sky level, their sire could be at the Silver Moon level or higher!

Moreover, any mishap could damage her image in front of her “cat” and “dog,” lowering her mystique…

Currently, in their eyes, she was a resurrected Evil God.

To maintain that mystique, it was better to be cautious. So, Charlotte decided to leave the task to Sebas.

It would save her trouble, and it would also be a good test of his abilities. After all, as the leader of an underground gang, he should be well-versed in these matters, right?

“Of course, your humble servant Sebastian will spare no effort to complete this trial you’ve given me.”

Receiving Charlotte’s order, Sebastian’s eyes lit up, and he spoke with excitement, eager to get started.

It was obvious he saw this assignment as a test. After all, how could someone as powerful as the mythical Bloodborne Progenitor be unable to handle such minor tasks herself?

“Also, prepare for tomorrow. I’ll be going to the outer district to pick out some servants personally.”

Charlotte thought for a moment and added.

Sebastian’s eyes lit up again, and he instantly became excited, standing at attention as he saluted.

“Rest assured! Sebastian will ensure that the great you will have a perfect, welcoming experience in the outer district!”

“…I meant, keep a low profile and don’t cause trouble for me.”

Sebastian: …

His expression collapsed instantly, like a dog with drooping ears, making Charlotte’s eyelids twitch.

Good grief… Was he really planning to pull some kind of stunt?

Under Charlotte’s perplexed gaze, Sebas pondered for a moment, then smiled elegantly.

“Don’t worry. Sebastian will prepare well, ensuring a welcoming experience without causing you any trouble.”

Charlotte: …

For some reason, seeing Sebastian’s confident expression gave her a bad feeling.

“Just make sure you do.”

“Alright, I’m going to rest. You should head back too.”

Charlotte finished the blood in her goblet and dismissed him.

“Honorable and beautiful Lady Charlotte, your humble servant Sebastian wishes you a wonderful night, and your loyal servant hereby takes his leave…”

Sebastian placed his right hand over his chest, elegantly bowed, and then disappeared into the darkness dragging the four extraordinaries like dead dogs.

Charlotte shook her head slightly and also turned back indoors.

…

The next day was overcast. The sun hid behind heavy clouds, and the glaring sunlight disappeared.

It was just the right weather for someone like Charlotte to go out, and the young girl could even spend more time outdoors.

When Charlotte woke up from her sleep again, the maids, whom she had trained to be almost perfect, had been waiting outside her bedroom for a long time.

“Mistress, please choose your attire for today.”

Standing by the window, they held various dresses, respectfully asking the still-yawning girl sitting in bed.

Being the head of the household had its perks.

No need to adhere to a fixed waking time or dress in noble gowns full of girly charm. She could sleep as long as she wanted and wear whatever she pleased.

However, Charlotte still didn’t oversleep. She disciplined herself to get up at the usual time.

She overslept on the first day after coming back because she was simply too tired.

In the following days, although she still slept until she woke naturally, it was regulated, and she went to bed and woke up early.

Even if she didn’t sleep early yesterday, Charlotte struggled to get up on time today.

To the young girl, self-discipline was a reflection of whether a person could achieve something, because it represented a person’s ability to manage and control their desires.

Indulging in desires would only lead to a plunge into the abyss of depravity, and over time, one would be ruined.

“Just this one.”

Charlotte casually selected a set of black Gothic dress suitable for going out from the wardrobe.

It had to be said, Gothic dresses matched her quite well. The clothing mostly used vertical lines and folds, showing off the slender and elegant figure, and giving a lightness and fluttering impression.

The dress also showing a combination of intricate folds and simple lines, bore Coria’s dark patterns and embroidery, retaining Yunette’s corset style, reflecting a noble and mysterious color.

Clearly, Charlotte had become quite accustomed to wearing such dresses.

Humans were truly adaptable and terrifying creatures…

“At your command.”

Receiving the order, the maids quickly bustled around and got to work.

Even though Charlotte had simplified the process of grooming and dressing, it still took half an hour after everything was done.

“Mistress, everything is ready.”

The maids wheeled in a crystal full-length mirror.

Looking into the mirror, the golden-haired, blue-eyed beautiful girl was extremely charming.

Today, she was still noble and beautiful.

Breakfast was arranged by Casimodo. A cup of sweet milk, a single-sided fried egg, a piece of chocolate and raisin-filled sweet bread.

Charlotte habitually glanced at Casimodo, who quickly introduced.

“The milk is from a membership contract signed with the royal ranch some time ago, at a discounted price, this cup costs around 3 gold Tana.”

“The fried egg was just made, it’s from the red-winged thunderbirds in the Northern Forest, costing around 5 gold Tana each, imbued with magic and rich in nutrients.”

“The sweet bread is special, slightly more expensive, the chocolate comes from Luna Island, the most traditional elven flavor, also imbued with magic, and the raisins are imported from Coria. The total price… is 8 gold Tana.”

Charlotte: …

Alright, a breakfast costs 16 gold Tana, which is equivalent to the monthly allowance of a novice priest…

She had already become numb to the extravagance of the big nobles.

This was still Casimodo’s attempt to reduce the dining expenses.

Perhaps… I should find a reliable chef too. Always eating these special foods, most of which are teleportation-delivered by mages, it would be suspicious if the price is cheap!

Charlotte thought to herself.

Of course, although she complained in her heart, the young girl still enjoyed the meal, savoring it with relish.

You get what you pay for. Especially the fried egg and sweet bread, after eating them, Charlotte felt warm all over as if charged with energy.

Watching the young mistress start her meal, Casimodo also secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking thankfully that the mistress didn’t delve into the issue of the milk too deeply.

After breakfast, the maids cleared the table.

Casimodo respectfully handed the silk napkin to the young girl, then asked.

“Mistress, do you have any plans for today?”

“Today, I’m going to the outer city. Arrange for a carriage for me.”

Charlotte replied.

“What? Mistress, you’re going to the outer city?”

Casimodo widened his eyes.

After hesitating for a while, he gritted his teeth and reminded.

“Mistress, the outer city is too dangerous, really too dangerous!”

“I heard that another Blood Demon Cult incident happened there yesterday, and the scene was exactly the same as the night at the mansion, filled with evil thorny roses symbol! Going there now… is really too dangerous!”

Charlotte: …

Evil… symbols… Ridiculous! How is this news spreading so quickly?!

Seeing the not-so-good expression on the girl’s face, Casimodo obviously misunderstood and immediately lowered his head.

“Forgive me… Mistress, Casimodo overstepped.”

“Since you’ve made your decision, I’m sure you’re prepared. Casimodo just wanted to remind you…”

“No worries, I’m well aware. Go prepare the carriage.”

Charlotte didn’t mind.

Casimodo hesitated for a moment and respectfully took his leave.

In the hall, he called a male servant.

“Go prepare the carriage. Mistress is going to the outer city today. Also, go to the Demon Hunter Bureau and invite Captain Chatham to come along.”

Casimodo didn’t know yet that a certain captain was destined to lie in bed for a few days.

However, upon hearing the butler’s words, the male servant froze, wearing a puzzled expression.

“Mistress Casimodo, the carriage… isn’t it already prepared at the gate of the mansion?”

“Prepared?”

Casimodo also froze.

And while they were talking, there was suddenly a commotion outside the door.

Casimodo looked over and saw several young girls in Castell maid uniforms walking elegantly to the door, laying out a long red carpet in front of the door.

Casimodo: …?