Gospel of Blood

Chapter 243: Making an Impression

Charlotte coughed violently, almost to the point of tears. Hafdan and the others were equally startled by her intense reaction.

“Blessed Lady, are you… alright?”

“It’s fine, cough cough, it’s fine…”

Charlotte waved her hand, her eyes strangely fixed on the two little children hiding behind their mother. She couldn’t help but ask.

“Hafdan, what did you say your children’s names were?”

“Um… this is my daughter Lilith, and this is my son Harald. Is there a problem, Blessed Lady?”

Hafdan asked.

Charlotte glanced peculiarly at the two timid children and said,

“No, nothing.”

These names were far too familiar!

One was the suspected Bloodborne True Ancestor mentioned every time she opened the Gospel of Blood, and the other was the name of the Creator God known throughout Myria, at least in later eras.

Charlotte wasn’t sure if these were just common names or something more, but hearing these names thousands of years back after waking up was certainly thought-provoking. At the very least, Charlotte found it hard not to think about it when looking at the two snot-nosed kids.

Goodness, could these children really be the True Ancestor and the Creator God?

The mysterious True Ancestor aside, wasn’t the God Harald recorded in various texts as a resurrected Creator God?

This… it was really hard to associate this child with such a being.

But Charlotte couldn’t help but speculate.

She believed her time travel after her slumber couldn’t be coincidental and was likely related to the Gospel of Blood. Given this background, encountering children named Lilith and Harald made her think that these were more likely to be the future Gods rather than common names.

Wait, if these two little ones really were the future rulers of two eras, then wouldn’t she, at this moment… be of a higher rank than them?

Thinking this, Charlotte’s gaze toward the two children changed.

Although she was sure she had traveled to the end of the Elven Era, she didn’t know if her journey would affect future history or if she could return to her time.

But, whether these children were really the future Gods or not, it wouldn’t hurt to be kind to them!

The reason was simple.

According to various records, these two beings were essentially the protagonists of history.

Once they stepped onto the historical stage, they almost always rampaged, slaying demons and gods alike, until they stood at the pinnacle of their era…

Given this, whether Charlotte could return to her time or not, building a good relationship with these two wouldn’t hurt!

With this in mind, Charlotte instantly put on a friendly smile and sweetly said.

“Lil, Har, hello~!”

…

It turned out that children also had little resistance to and little wariness of cute things.

With her charming face, sweet voice, innocent smile, and rich experience dealing with kids in her previous life, Charlotte quickly broke down the two children’s defenses.

Charlotte’s version of various fairy tales also played a significant role.

Children were easily attracted by interesting stories. After telling two or three fairy tales, the two little ones naturally became Charlotte’s followers.

With a mindset to foster a good relationship, Charlotte deliberately refrained from telling the dark fairy tales that had once broken down Sherry and her sisters.

Seeing Charlotte getting along well with the children, Hafdan and Tamia were delighted.

Charlotte could tell they were genuinely happy.

For the common people of this era, gaining the recognition of a “Blessed One” or “Prophet” seemed to be a considerable honor.

After spending some time together, Charlotte also roughly understood the children’s personalities.

Lilith was a very outgoing little girl, boisterous and curious about everything. She was older than Harald by a year and always chattered away, constantly asking questions that sometimes left Charlotte either amused or at a loss for words, like “Why can the wolf grandmother talk? Is it a wild beast?” or “Wouldn’t it hurt if the wolf grandmother’s belly was cut open?”

Harald, on the other hand, was a quiet and reserved boy. He was much more timid than his lively sister, always clutching his mother Tamia’s clothes or hiding behind Lilith.

However, Harald seemed to really enjoy listening to stories. After a few fairy tales, he couldn’t take his eyes off Charlotte.

He would shyly hide behind Lilith, staring at Charlotte with wide, eager eyes, listening intently.

When Charlotte told slightly sad stories, his eyes would redden, and he would quietly sob along with the story. When she told happy stories, he would smile innocently, filled with happiness and longing.

He was an introverted, sensitive, and somewhat timid child.

Looking at the soft-hearted little boy in front of her, Charlotte found it hard to associate him with the future Creator God who held supreme authority and made all the Gods bow down.

The same went for Lilith.

She was just a carefree, kind-hearted child, far from the cruel, ruthless True Ancestor that Count Yurst had mentioned.

This even made Charlotte wonder if they were just common names after all.

They say you can tell a lot about a person by the time they’re seven. Could it be that future events dramatically changed their personalities?

As she looked at the two children who were becoming increasingly attached to her after being bombarded with fairy tales, Charlotte grew more curious.

Hafdan’s family was very hospitable.

After getting acquainted with the children, Hafdan and Tamia invited Charlotte to join them for a meal.

Having traveled for so long and told stories for half the day, Charlotte was indeed hungry and accepted the invitation.

The living conditions in the north were harsh, and the food was simple, mostly consisting of animal milk, stew, and something like black bread.

Honestly, it didn’t taste great.

But Charlotte had grown accustomed to it after a week in this era.

During the meal, Charlotte subtly probed for information about “bloodbornes.”

As she expected, Hafdan and Tamia had never heard of bloodbornes and looked completely baffled.

This made Charlotte suspect that bloodbornes might not exist yet.

After all, the True Ancestor was likely just a child now.

After the meal, Charlotte decided to follow Hafdan to see the Tower of Sanctuary.

The commoners of this era knew little, but perhaps the Tribal Elder Priest could provide Charlotte with more information. She needed as much information as possible to deepen her understanding of this era and seek a way to return to her time.

However, before Charlotte and Hafdan could leave, someone arrived.

“Blessed One, Elder Enge is very pleased to hear of your arrival and has sent us to invite you to the tower…”

Outside the door, tribal warriors dressed in animal skins stood on either side, and a warrior clearly dressed as a leader respectfully bowed to Charlotte and said in a deep voice.