Gospel of Blood

Chapter 90: Divine Sensing

Outer City, Rose Manor.

A heavy rain had washed away all traces of yesterday's bloodshed, leaving the garden and buildings immaculate. If it weren't for the trampled rose bushes in the garden and the lingering traces of magic burns on the structures, no one would have guessed that a fierce battle had taken place here last night.

In the infirmary of the manor, the werewolf Luff looked at the demi-human maid lying on the bed and said solemnly.

"Misha, don't worry. I've issued a reward in the black market and will find a Second Tier healer to treat your throat."

"For now, just focus on resting well. I'll take care of things here at the manor."

"What's wrong with Misha?"

A gentle and familiar voice came from behind.

Luff's heart skipped a beat, instinctively turned around, then instantly lit up with joy.

"President! You're back?!"

Sebastian, dressed in a black tailcoat, elegantly placed his index finger on his lips.

"I'm still in a bit of trouble right now, don't tell anyone yet."

Luff immediately nods in understanding.

"Got it."

With that, Sebastian looked at his own demi-human maid again.

"Injured?"

"Misha's temper is too fierce. Last night, she bit off her tongue to preserve the secret of the Rose Society."

Luff said in a deep voice.

Sebastian frowned and cursed coldly.

"These bastards plotting the Rose Society behind the scenes, I will make them pay sooner or later!"

After that, he looked at Luff again.

"I've heard about what happened last night, Master saved you all, but... I'm not clear on the details, and Master didn't tell me. Tell me what happened."

"President, it's like this..."

The werewolf Luff honestly recounted everything that happened last night.

After listening to his account, Sebastian's heart jumped.

"You mean... you all passed the Holy Light Judgment?"

"Yes, only a small number of people didn't pass... and among those who didn't pass, many were people I was planning to expel from the organization."

Luff said.

After that, he couldn't help but ask.

"President, how... did Lady Charlotte do something about it? I don't think we could really pass the test... after all, we're not believers of the Holy Court..."

Sebastian didn't answer but looked meaningfully at Luff.

"Luff, do you know why, on the first day I announced allegiance to Castell, I took you all, the maids of the Blood Wolf tribe, to the manor to meet Master?"

The werewolf Luff rubbed the back of his head, puzzled, and shook his head.

"I don't know."

"Hey, you'll know one day. I think... being saved by Master might be the reward for your perseverance over the years."

Seeming to remember something, Sebastian smiled faintly.

The werewolf Luff tilted his head, not quite understanding what his President meant.

But Sebastian didn't continue to explain.

Although he didn't know how Lady Charlotte did it, considering the identity of the Lady of the Night, whatever she did wouldn't surprise him.

Moreover, these werewolves' beliefs...

Thinking of something, Sebastian suddenly asked.

"Luff, over the years, are you sure your Blood Wolf tribe hasn't changed its faith and still worships the True Ancestor of the Bloodborne?"

Sebastian didn't notice that when he mentioned the term "True Ancestor of the Bloodborne", the magic lamp in the infirmary flickered slightly, and the half-open window also swayed slightly as if a breeze had passed.

At the same time, someone far away in Castell Manor also heard his call.

The werewolf Luff was slightly stunned, then nodded solemnly.

"Yes, according to our legends, the Blood Totem bestowed us with wisdom, and the faith of the werewolves has always been the True Ancestor."

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"And over the years, you have never received a response, so many people in the tribe believe that the True Ancestor has fallen?"

"That's right, since the Thousand-Year Blood War, we've lost contact with the Gods. Now, perhaps, among those who still hold faith, we are the last tribe of werewolves who once followed the Bloodborne royal family."

The werewolf Luff sighed softly, looking desolate.

Sebastian pondered.

He rubbed his chin and suddenly said.

"Luff, do you think... there is a possibility that the True Ancestor has not fallen after all?"

"It's just that your usual way of praying is wrong?"

Hearing Sebastian's words, Luff was puzzled.

"Wrong way? But... President, our Blood Wolf tribe's prayer ceremony has been passed down for thousands of years. There can't be anything wrong with it..."

"In case, over thousands of years, which is a very long time, even for us elves, anything handed down may have flaws. Moreover, after wandering for so many years and experiencing one war after another, when you pray, you don't even have a holy symbol."

Sebastian shook his head.

Luff frowned, quite puzzled.

"Are you saying..."

"What I mean is, next time you pray, you might as well try a different approach, it might have miraculous effects."

Sebastian said meaningfully.

With that, he took out a piece of parchment from his pocket and handed it to Luff.

"Try this symbol next time you pray."

Luff subconsciously opened the parchment and saw a symbol of a thorny rose drawn on it.

"Thorny... rose? President, isn't this the information about the Evil God you bought from Lord Nice? Are you suggesting... we should turn to the Evil God?"

The werewolf's eyes widened.

"Cough cough cough... Evil God? What Evil God? Show some respect!"

Sebastian glared.

After that, he paused for a moment, then added meaningfully,

"What I mean is, when you pray next time, add this symbol."

Add this symbol?

Could symbols of Gods be added arbitrarily?

Luff looked a bit bewildered.

"Alright, don't worry about it. Just remember what I said. Next time you pray, add it, it won't harm you."

Seeing the werewolf's dumbfounded expression, Sebastian wants to facepalm himself.

These big, burly werewolf men, and the graceful, charming werewolf women, almost all of them were born extraordinary, but unfortunately lacked a bit of intelligence.

He had hinted so clearly, but he couldn't just say that this symbol of thorny roses was directed to the True Ancestor, could he?

Sebastian had always known that the werewolves he sheltered believed in the Blood Totem.

After guessing the Lady of the Night's identity, he brought almost all the demi-human maids to the manor on the first day of the visit just to show goodwill in this way.

But unfortunately, the Lady of the Night never responded, and he didn't know what she was thinking. It seemed that she didn't want to acknowledge these believers of hers.

So he hadn't brought up this matter again, for fear of angering the Gods.

But now that he knew the Lady of the Night had protected the werewolves last night, Sebastian knew that at least the Lady of the Night didn't dislike these werewolves.

Now thinking about it, perhaps the werewolves' way of praying was wrong, which caused the Lady of the Night's dissatisfaction and no response from her.

He couldn't speculate on the thoughts of the Gods, but as a God follower, he felt it was necessary to bridge the gap between the two sides.

After all, faith was also a part of the Gods' returns.

To speak the truth plainly would be a bit lacking in interest and might even make the Lady of the Night dislike him.

So Sebastian decided to simply point the right direction to the werewolves and let them earn the Lady of the Night's attention on their own.

"Alright, just remember this matter. I have another thing to ask you to do."

"You know Gaston's third son, Jordan, right? Find a way to tie him up and bring him to me, don't leave any evidence... It's best to disguise it as an enemy of Gaston."

Sebastian changed the topic.

And upon hearing his words, the werewolf Luff also became serious.

"Gaston's third son, Jordan?"

"President, is this about the investigation of the Dreaming Saloon you asked me to do earlier? Coincidentally... I also have some information to report to you."