Gospel of Blood

The Holy Court has no right to intervene?

We have long since… parted ways?

Charlotte’s heart stirred.

She hadn’t expected the Prophet of the Harcos Clan to so decisively refuse her aid.

But what the other party said brought her a wealth of information.

‘So, it’s true that there were Royal Blood Clan’s myths that fled to the Holy Court…’

‘Or perhaps the Holy Court itself was established by those who betrayed the Royal Blood Clan after splitting from the bloodborne race?’

‘The Prophet of the Harcos Clan seems to know more ancient secrets than the Nez Clan’s Elder Council. Perhaps… I can extract more information from her.’

Charlotte thought to herself.

She looked calmly at the resolute Prophet of the Harcos Clan and suddenly smiled.

“Prophet, I didn’t quite understand your meaning.”

“You said you guessed which Excellency I serve, then… I am also curious as to whom you think I am a divine agent of?”

The Prophet of the Harcos Clan, Margo, glanced at her and snorted softly.

“For other clans, your secrets have long been buried in history with the collapse of the last Royal Blood Clan, but don’t forget, in that great disaster that destroyed the name of Kirali, my Lord was the only surviving witness of that myth.”

“The Royal Blood Clan was once the strongest blood clan, with a peak presence of as many as thirteen Demigods. Even after the massacre by the True Ancestor of Blood, there were still three myths remaining.”

“When the True Ancestor of Blood disappeared and the Creator God awakened, the Royal Blood Clan also split…”

“One myth attempted to ascend to Godhood, ultimately falling into eternal darkness as their bloodline ran rampant, one myth barely maintained the last Kirali, hoping to find the True Ancestor of Blood, and was eventually killed by the united forces of the major clans, and the last one… followed the Creator God into the Holy Court and became the first Chief Judge of the Inquisition.”

“He prayed to the Creator to transform his bloodline with holy flame, thus gaining the power to ‘purify’ the bloodline. Even his title… was rewritten.”

At this point, the Prophet of the Harcos Clan looked at Charlotte with a gaze that seemed to see through everything.

“Am I right? Charlotte de Castell, Divine Agent of Garimo, the God of Judgment, Manager of the Holy Court’s Pantheon, and follower of the so-called ‘Nyx’ in the North.”

Charlotte: …

Oh boy!

The God of Judgment Garimo of the Holy Court… was once part of the Royal Blood Clan?

Charlotte knew there were many subordinate Gods in the Holy Court.

In fact, the Holy Court’s strength came from continuously absorbing other myths into their pantheon to become subordinate Gods of the Creator God.

Although, to this day, the various subordinate Gods in the Holy Court have gradually faded over time, with the Creator’s faith now dominating over ninety percent of the religion, some minor Gods have even been completely forgotten by the people, only recorded in the Holy Bible…

But the name of Garimo, the God of Judgment, was still known to Charlotte.

That was the God worshiped by the Judgment Knights, the Right Hand of the Creator God, one of the three main subordinate Gods within the Holy Court.

By the way, the other two are Mitra, the God of Contracts, and Aphros, the Goddess of Beauty, Celebration, and Wisdom.

Charlotte wasn’t very familiar with Garimo, but from the “introduction” by the Prophet of the Harcos Clan, she now had a pretty good understanding.

Garimo, the God of Judgment, originated from the bloodborne and possessed the power to “purify” the bloodline.

Clearly, the Prophet of the Harcos Clan mistook Charlotte’s mythological backer, God Nyx, for Garimo, the God of Judgment of the Holy Court.

Charlotte wasn’t sure what expression to show.

But from the firm attitude of the Prophet of the Harcos Clan, she knew that persuading her was impossible.

She could force it as she did with Nez Clan, but she decided against it.

Unlike the Nez Clan, the Crimson Queen, even if in trouble, was “in retreat” within the Sanctuary of the Harcos Clan.

Facing an unknown-status Demigod, caution was wise.

More importantly, even if the Prophet Margo refused to introduce her, she had other ways to “see” the Crimson Queen Rowena.

Thinking this, Charlotte smiled and said,

“I understand. Since you insist, Prophet, I won’t press further. It’s getting late, and I should return.”

The Prophet Margo frowned slightly.

“Your Majesty Charlotte, didn’t you come to discuss the matters of the Divinity Descent with the Harcos Clan?”

Charlotte replied softly.

“The Divinity Descent was just an excuse. My real goal was to visit the Crimson Queen.”

The Prophet Margo frowned deeper, looking at Charlotte with more caution.

Charlotte smiled.

“Prophet, no need to look at me like that. As I said, I mean no harm to Harcos Clan.”

Hearing Charlotte’s words, the Prophet Margo’s expression turned a bit awkward.

She cleared her throat and said,

“Your Majesty Charlotte, forgive the misunderstanding. Although I can’t introduce you, you did extend a helping hand to our clan members. We, the Harcos Clan, are not ungrateful. Please accept these gifts.”

Saying this, the Prophet Margo clapped her hands, and soon a beautiful bloodborne girl entered the hall carrying a tray.

The tray was wrapped in red silk, on which lay a few glittering storage rings.

Charlotte raised an eyebrow.

She did not decline, taking them up and probing with her mental power, then showing surprise.

There were quite a lot of things inside the rings.

Various invaluable extraordinary materials, which Charlotte estimated to be worth at least seven to eight million gold tana.

Given Charlotte’s status, it wasn’t an insignificant amount. She did not hesitate and accepted it directly.

Although she had inherited the Starfall throne, the kingdom’s finances were dire. These extraordinary materials would greatly enrich her treasury.

However, for Charlotte herself, these materials weren’t very enticing. What she truly desired were the benefits of “purifying” the bloodline pollution of the Harcos Clan and the possible possession of Faceless Statues by the Harcos Clan.

After receiving the Harcos Clan’s gifts, Charlotte left the “Sanctuary” with Prophet Margo personally seeing her off.

Before departing, Charlotte gave her a meaningful look and smiled.

“Prophet, thank you for your hospitality. Though I couldn’t meet Her Majesty Rowena directly, I still hold great expectations for the Harcos Clan.”

“I believe… we will meet again soon.”

With that, she smiled and transformed into a streak of light, flying into the distance.

The Prophet Margo was slightly stunned.

She wanted to ask something, but after the light passed, she could no longer sense Charlotte’s presence…

…

Deep in the Great Northern Forest.

A crimson light flashed, and Charlotte’s figure reappeared.

As soon as she appeared, the Roman Sword impatiently emerged.

“Great Master, you… just left like that?”

Charlotte glanced at it.

“Why, do you want me to storm the Queen’s Palace?”

“Why not? You should have sensed it too, right? There’s hardly any trace of the Crimson Queen’s presence in that sanctuary. She must be away or facing some issues! Maybe… she’s also fallen into sumbler! This is a great opportunity to subdue the Harcos Clan!”

Charlotte shook her head.

“That’s just your speculation, only a possibility. Unlike the Stargazer Casey, the Harcos Clan can still receive the Crimson Queen’s oracles, and the Queen is clearly stationed deep within the sanctuary. Never underestimate a Demigod, especially on their home turf.”

“Then… are you really planning to go back?”

“Go back? Of course not. I won’t return without meeting the Crimson Queen.”

Charlotte smiled.

With that, she looked toward the direction of the Harcos Clan’s Sanctuary, her gaze becoming distant.

“Roman, you’re right. The Crimson Queen Rowena is definitely facing some issues. This might indeed be a good opportunity to subdue the Harcos Clan.”

“But storming the Queen’s Palace is not the best method and will surely provoke fierce resistance from the Harcos Clan.”

“I have a good impression of the Harcos Clan and if possible, I don’t want to create major conflicts with them.”

The Roman Sword was puzzled.

“Then… what do you plan to do?”

Charlotte smiled, and a phantom of a small statue appeared in her hand.

“Although seeing her in person would be best, there is more than one way to meet the Crimson Queen.”

…

Harcos Clan’s Sanctuary, Queen’s Palace.

The Prophet Margo put away her smile, her expression turning serious.

“Prophet…”

Sophia, now dressed in a black robe, bowed to her.

Margo nodded slightly and asked.

“Are the preparations complete?”

Sophia nodded.

“Everything is ready.”

After a moment’s hesitation, she asked.

“Prophet, does Her Majesty the Queen really not want to meet the divine agent of the God of Judgement?”

Margo shook her head.

“If Her Majesty wishes to meet, there will be an oracle. The most crucial thing for Her Majesty now is to take the final step.”

“Our situation has already been exposed to the Holy Court. All our hopes rest on Her Majesty.”

“Bring all the offerings to Her Majesty, She is about to make the final attempt.”

Sophia paused slightly, and couldn’t help but look up at the Prophet Margo.

“Prophet, is this… also an oracle from Her Majesty?”

Margo was silent for a moment, then nodded with a gentle smile.

“Of course, this is the oracle of Her Majesty and the goal we, the Harcos Clan, have been striving for over the centuries.”

Hearing this, Sophia lowered her head and said no more.

After the orders were given, the guards in the Queen’s Palace quickly took action.

Not long after, various offerings were transported to the large hall’s gate deep within the Queen’s Palace.

The offerings varied widely. Some were sculptures, some stone statues, some dried limbs, and some broken armors or weapon fragments.

All the offerings were placed in exquisite wooden boxes, sealed with complex magical arrays, emitting a disturbing aura.

Among all the offerings, the most eye-catching were the few small Faceless Statues.

Seeing the collected offerings, the Prophet took a deep breath.

With a wave of her hand, she stored all the offerings into a storage item and then bowed respectfully to the tall hall gate.

“Your Majesty, according to your oracle, the offerings are ready.”

“Please permit me to enter the sanctuary to assist you with the final ceremony…”

With that, the Prophet knelt on one knee, closing her eyes.

Dark red light flickered, and the magic lamps around cast flickering shadows.

A deep, vast aura descended, enveloping the Prophet.

Dots of light fell, and the Prophet’s figure gradually became transparent, finally… disappearing.

The Prophet slowly opened her eyes.

She was now in a majestic temple.

The temple seemed to have been abandoned for years, already weathered and dilapidated, with gruesome dark red veins and flesh masses crawling all over the walls.

The veins converged in the center of the temple, climbing up to a high throne, upon which lay a mountain-like mass of flesh.

The flesh mass trembled slightly like a beating heart, with a faint female face visible on it.

Seeing that face, the Prophet showed a nostalgic expression.

She sighed softly, bowing respectfully and prostrating herself before the flesh mass.

“Your Majesty…”