Gospel of Blood

Chapter 28: Sebastian, King of Brainstorming

"She's collecting cursed pages?"

"Is she crazy? How dare she collect such things?"

Sebastian widened his eyes. He stared at the golden eyes tinged with red in the mist, feeling as though the gaze, although directed at him, penetrated through him, actually looking at the cursed page hidden behind him. Those were not eyes engulfed by madness.

Calm, profound, yet... also beautiful, as if carrying a faint smile, as if possessing a kind of irresistible charm that kept one's gaze fixed. But Sebastian found it difficult to endure being looked at by those eyes for too long. The longer their gaze met, the more he felt as though the other could read his thoughts.

And when he averted his gaze, it landed on the blood-red book beside her, his pupils froze instantly.

Without the mist to obscure, he saw more clearly. Beneath the thick cover, there were clearly countless cursed pages collected!

So many?! She actually collected so many cursed pages?! And... she's not even a bit insane?

Wait, what did she say earlier? She said... those were her things?

Sebastian's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

Cursed pages carried the curse of the gods. Anyone who held them for a long time would fall into madness, even the bloodbornes were not exempt.

But this was said to be for mortals. What if the other was not a mortal?

Thinking back to the other's disrespectful address to the bloodborne nobility just now, Sebastian suddenly had a bold and crazy guess...

Wait... Could it be... Lady of the Night also be a bloodbone noble who descended to the mortal realm?!

She... No, It... it's actually a God?!

This crazy idea surfaced, and Sebastian couldn't hold it back.

Yes... The Bloodborne Count couldn't see through the curse on him, but the mythical Bloodborne nobles could.

Ordinary bloodborne couldn't withstand the pollution of cursed pages, but the gods among bloodbornes, the archdukes and princes, could!

No wonder... No wonder It didn't tell him Its true name!

For a God above, conversing with mortals was already the greatest gift!

Let alone... a Bloodborne being known for their arrogance!

Tell Its true name? Would one tell a mere ant their name?

Thinking of his experience just before being summoned, and the cursed pages that could actually follow him into the dream world, Sebastian suddenly realized more details.

Wait... A God's every move is never without purpose.

Did this mysterious Lady of the Night summon me because It sensed the cursed pages on me? And the cursed pages, acknowledged as unable to enter the spiritual world, could follow me into the dream world, perhaps because the summoner is a God?

The more Sebastian thought about it, the more he felt it was true. At the same time, he became more and more excited.

A God! This is a God!

And, also the Bloodborne God is known for "honoring contracts"!

Although the mystical Bloodborne nobles are considered as Evil Gods by the Holy Court, even the most evil Bloodborne Archduke always keeps his word!

No wonder... No wonder the prophecy said that the opportunity to resolve the curse on me lies with the cursed pages! So that's it!

The cursed pages are really just the opportunity... The Lady of the Night attracted by the cursed pages is probably my real hope!

At this moment, Sebastian felt that he had figured out everything.

More active thoughts and more ideas are followed closely.

I must take the initiative!

There are so many cursed pages in the other's hands, and the one in my hand is probably nothing in Its eyes. It must have noticed the cursed page in my hand long ago!

Instead of waiting for them to ask for it, I might as well offer it directly, leaving a wonderful impression!

If It is pleased, It might not only be willing to lift the curse for me but also possibly bestow some blessings!

That's... the blessings of a God!

And if I'm lucky enough to gain Its favor, I won't be afraid of the Adam Cult's pursuit at all!

Oh no... Let's forget about that for now.

The internal struggle among Bloodbornes is too brutal and intense. Dealing with one Adam Cult is enough for me, and I don't want to get involved in the rest.

Being caught in the struggle between Gods and Demigods could be fatal! I just need to solve the curse on me!

Thinking of this, Sebastian no longer hesitated.

He decisively took out the cursed page hidden behind him, held it up with both hands and offered it gracefully and politely with a respectful smile.

"You... are collecting this, aren't you?"

"Great and noble Lady of the Night! If I can exchange your precious promise to resolve the curse, humble Sebastian is willing to be your temporary servant walking on the ground, doing my best to find the lost pages for you..."

Sebastian's actions were respectful and elegant, and his deep voice was full of sincere respect. At the same time, every word he said, every word he spoke, was tasteful and carefully chosen, leaving no room for criticism.

Charlotte, sitting high on the throne, was already stunned.

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She had prepared various excuses, but she didn't expect this extraordinary being named Sebastian to be so good at improvising. Before she could speak, he had already imagined everything.

And... it seemed that if she revealed her thoughts of not wanting to get involved in the internal struggles of the Bloodbornes, even if she proposed to sign a Blood Contract with him now, he would probably agree... What kind of person did she summon?

Charlotte's mood was quite complicated.

However, this also saved her some effort. The signing of the contract could be postponed, as she was not prepared at the moment.

Let him help her with something first, search for the lost pages of the Gospel.

Thinking of this, Charlotte straightened up slightly, smiled lightly, and said.

"You are interesting."

"I accept this promise."

Having said that, she waved lightly, and the page in Sebastian's hand flew up towards her.

The blood-red page seemed to have a life of its own, like a cheerful fairy, flying around Charlotte in circles before eagerly entering her disguised "Gospel of Blood."

It really is the master of cursed pages!

Seeing this scene, Sebastian's heart skipped a beat, and his attitude became even more respectful.

With the third page in hand, Charlotte was also delighted. But before she could continue speaking, she sensed the rapid collapse of the dream world from the edge. The summoning time limit was about to expire.

"Let's end it here today. Remember what you said."

Charlotte gently closed the "Gospel of Blood" and lazily leaned back on the throne, smiling slightly. Even the crimson mist couldn't hide the charm in that smile.

Sebastian was slightly stunned, and then quickly bowed his head respectfully. He dared not meet the other's gaze a second time, afraid that his loss of composure would displease the God.

The distorted and ink-like rendering appeared once again at the edge of the dream world, and the crimson mist re-emerged.

Seeing the gradually blurring throne, Sebastian suddenly remembered something and hurriedly shouted.

"Your Royal Majesty! How can this humble Sebastian see Your greatness again?"

In the crimson mist, a distant and ethereal voice came.

"When I think of you again, I will naturally summon you."

"Before that... strive to fulfill your promise."

A light and playful voice with a hint of a smile sounded at the end.

"Don't disappoint me, Mr. Sebastian..."

With the last sound, the entire dream world also shattered.

In a daze, Sebastian's vision plunged into darkness...

...

In the mist-filled bathhouse, Sebastian slowly opened his eyes.

What came into view was the magnificent ceiling of the bathroom adorned with religious murals.

Beside him, the beautiful elf maid was still gently serving.

He breathed a sigh of relief, regained his composure, and asked in a deep voice.

"How long have I slept?"

"Master, it's been about fifteen minutes."

The maid answered respectfully.

"Fifteen minutes..."

Sebastian pondered. Suddenly, as if remembering something, he quickly raised his left hand.

There was nothing in his hand. The cursed page was gone... It seems that it was really a summoning by a God!

Sebastian's gaze slightly condensed, and then he pondered.

The mysterious Lady of the Night was undoubtedly a noble among the Bloodbornes. But Sebastian, who knew a little about several Bloodborne nobles, could not judge which myth the other was.

There was no way, the Bloodborne transformation magic had always been powerful, and the other was a God above, who knows whether there was deliberate disguise and whether the true form was male or female. But...

"He seems to be the real master of the cursed pages."

"I have limited knowledge of the cursed pages, only knowing that they are very ancient... once a divine artifact, but many Blodbornes are very secretive about them."

"If I can find out the true origin of the cursed pages, perhaps... I can know the true identity of Lady of the Night!"

"Which one of the five Archdukes... is It?"

Thinking of this, Sebastian immediately got up from the bath, causing ripples of water.

"Prepare a carriage for me. I want to go to the abandoned city district."

He commanded the maid.