Gospel of Blood

When it came to Albrecht, Charlotte’s treatment of him was noticeably less favorable than that of Sebastian and Nice.

She simply used a “Thousand Mile Transmission” to communicate with him.

However, from Charlotte’s perspective, this was the best way to deal with Albrecht.

This guy had not yet truly submitted to her; he was only following her orders out of fear due to being her blood thrall and intimidated by her “status.”

It’s a common trait of demons, naturally rebellious.

Turning this guy into someone loyal to her shape and form would probably take a lot more time.

After meeting with her other subordinates and giving them their orders, Charlotte returned to the count’s mansion to handle paperwork, calmly waiting for further developments.

With the Starfall throne vacant, and as the designated heir to the throne by the previous king, she was already at the center of the storm. Even if she did nothing, trouble and issues would still come her way.

What Charlotte needed to do was wait calmly while being prepared.

In the mornings, she handled territorial affairs; in the afternoons, she trained her extraordinary powers; and in the evenings, she continued to supplement her extraordinary knowledge, broadening her horizons.

However, unlike before, her training in extraordinary powers had shifted from meditating and enhancing her magical power to practicing her blood divine power and occasionally responding to the prayers of her followers, using the divine power granted to her to bestow blessings and perform “miracles.”

As for supplementing her knowledge, she continued to read the collection she had “copied” from the royal library.

Although these books had been moved to the depths of her consciousness with the help of her blood divine power, they were merely piled up. To fully understand what these books contained, she still had to browse through them one by one.

Of course, because the books were already in Charlotte’s mind and with her now greatly enhanced mental power as a Demigod, her browsing speed was far beyond that of ordinary people.

While she couldn’t “read” a book in one glance, she could switch between books at a rate of two to three minutes per book.

Such a vast amount of knowledge intake could only be achieved by a “Demigod” with greatly strengthened mental capability.

While reading, Charlotte couldn’t help but think how great it would have been if she had this ability in her previous life while studying.

She could have finished reading all the textbooks of compulsory education in minutes, along with completing university, graduate, and doctoral studies…

How convenient!

But this thought only flashed for a moment.

It’s just a thought. If she really had this ability in her previous life, who would honestly study?

As for now, it wasn’t that she genuinely loved reading, but that she needed to supplement her extraordinary knowledge.

She had moved many books, and who knew if there were any lost secrets among them that she might browse through by luck.

Of course, even with Charlotte continuously absorbing “knowledge” at such a high intensity, she would still get tired, so she would relax by listening to the prayers of her followers during her spare time. ꭆ

Charlotte found that she actually enjoyed responding to the prayers of her followers.

No, to be precise, she enjoyed choosing the followers she was interested in, listening to their stories and prayers, and then responding.

This act of being worshipped, needed, and displaying divine powers had a fatal attraction, easily making one addicted, giving Charlotte a feeling of truly becoming a God overlooking all beings, controlling everything.

However, Charlotte was also very clear-headed.

She did not lose herself in this transcendent feeling. She was fully aware that in the current Myria, Gods were not invincible, let alone that she was just a half-baked Demigod.

Her main goal was still to practice her divine power and assist her cult in expanding its followers.

The effect was indeed good.

With Charlotte, the “God” herself, personally responding, the Nightshade Cult’s rate of new followers seemed to have increased significantly.

Unfortunately, despite many attempts, Charlotte still had not succeeded in contacting the tens of thousands of followers in the North who believed in the “Savior.”

She could only hear their prayers and “see” what they were doing.

Obviously, if she wanted to formally establish contact with them, she still had to wait for news from Sebastian.

Time flew by, and three days passed.

There was still no follow-up news from Sebastian.

However, someone arrived ahead of time.

Sensing an approaching aura, Charlotte’s heart stirred, and she said to the window.

“Come in, the window is unlocked.”

As soon as she finished speaking, a group of black bats flew in through the window, circling and gathering to form a human shape, finally transforming into Albrecht.

He appeared travel-worn and kneeled respectfully before Charlotte.

“Great True Ancestor, your humble blood servant Albrecht… comes at your command.”

Charlotte put down her quill and examined the Legendary Bloodborne before her.

After a few months, he didn’t seem to have changed much, but his attitude appeared more respectful than before.

Obviously, after this meeting, the Legendary senior Albrecht vaguely sensed Charlotte’s difference.

He might not be able to see the changes in Charlotte’s body, but he could feel the suppression of her bloodline.

Charlotte was right.

Albrecht was indeed very nervous.

In fact, after sensing Charlotte’s increasingly profound aura, he felt a bit shaky.

Her aura seemed deeper and more terrifying!

Her power must have recovered further!

Albrecht lowered his head, thoughts churning, and his expression grew more reverent.

“You arrived quite quickly… I heard you went to Eastern Yunette Blacklands before? What were you doing there, continuing to hide?”

Charlotte asked with a smile.

Although she was smiling, Albrecht felt the pressure mounting after hearing her words.

He swallowed nervously and quickly shook his head.

“No, no… you misunderstood. This time I really went to work. Didn’t you ask me to infiltrate the Blood Demon Cult and secretly look for the divine artifact that can locate the cursed pages? I went to Eastern Yunette Blacklands to do that.”

“Oh? Any results?”

Charlotte raised her eyebrow and asked.

Albrecht hesitated for a moment before answering.

“No… not yet…”

“Hmm?”

Charlotte’s tone lifted.

“There is some progress! At least my control over the cult has improved! The other cult branches in the Crescent Kingdom are controlled by Legendaries, so I couldn’t make a move. Instead, I consolidated the branch at the border between Eastern Yunette Blacklands and Crescent Kingdom! As for the divine artifact you mentioned, I am still looking for it…”

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Charlotte glanced at him, nodded.

“Alright, there is some progress. Since you returned quickly, I won’t pursue anything else.”

Hearing Charlotte’s words, Albrecht felt relieved.

He let out a long breath, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and only then realized his back was soaked with cold sweat.

So terrifying… dealing with this dreadful ancestor really tested a bloodborne’s heart!

“And… what about the other task I gave you?”

Charlotte continued.

Hearing her words, Albrecht was momentarily stunned, but soon realized what she meant.

He nodded and respectfully replied.

“Great True Ancestor, I have visited the Royal Library in Lutecia. As you said, the pattern inscribed at the top of the Royal Library indeed matches the one in your divine oracle.”

“Due to its age, the pattern has suffered significant damage, but I believe… it is the one you mentioned.”

“I have used magic to make a rubbing of it for you to check.”

As he spoke, a magical scroll appeared in Albrecht’s hand, which he respectfully presented.

Charlotte took it, glanced at it, and then… froze.

Despite its considerable damage and blurry state, she could still recognize that the rubbing Albrecht made was indeed the four Chinese characters “到此⼀游” (“I Was Here”) that she had inscribed.

Her slumber indeed took her back to the past.

And… she might have changed the past!