Gospel of Blood

Chapter 537 : The Names of Princes and Elders



Chapter 537 : The Names of Princes and Elders

Looking at the bloodborne warrior over three meters tall, Charlotte couldn’t help but exclaim.

But after expressing her amazement, she paused.

A subtle emotion spread from the depths of her heart, and a hint of surprise and doubt flashed through her eyes.

“Hehe, Savior, his father was a half-elf, and his mother had giant blood, so he’s taller than most people. Among the bloodborne warriors who passed the selection this time, I believe his strength ranks in the top ten!”

Seeing Charlotte deep in thought, Bardock chuckled.

Top ten, huh?

Charlotte pondered.

She glanced at the obviously nervous giant warrior, took a deep breath, and asked.

“What… is your name?”

The bloodborne warrior scratched his head, looking both

bashful and excited, and nervously replied.

“Re… returning to Lady Lilith, I… I don’t have a name, but back in the arena, the elf masters called me Fimaror.”

Boom!

Charlotte’s mind roared.

The conversation she had with Bardock upon first becoming the Queen of Starfall echoed in her mind—

“His name is Fimaror, a third-generation bloodborne. You… should know him. If I remember correctly, he was once your personal guard, and you even complimented him for his height.”

“The origin of his name is because, in ancient Elvish, Fimaror means ‘you’re so tall’…”

Charlotte felt her scalp tingle.

Although she knew that her time-traveling must disturb the wheels of history, possibly even directly altering its course, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of the uncanny as she looked at the bloodborne warrior before her.

There was no doubt that this bloodborne warrior before her was likely the future Duke Fimaror, leader of the Nez Clan branch on Luna Island. And her time-traveling self… might very well be the catalyst for his second bloodline awakening!

Charlotte’s first instinct was to eliminate him from the selection.

In the future, she had discussed Fimaror with Bardock and Duke Ron, the Elder of the Nez Clan.

If Bardock was a staunch supporter of Stargazer Casey, then Fimaror was a firm opponent of the True Ancestor of Blood.

When the five major clans were hunting down the Royal Bloodline, Fimaror was the main force leading the Nez Clan in the hunt.

Moreover, in the words of Duke Ron, Fimaror was described as a treacherous and ambitious traitor, attempting to split and control the Nez Clan, and even a would-be God-slayer.

It was also because of him that the decline of the Nez Clan accelerated. According to Duke Ron, Fimaror was suspected of being the culprit who colluded with external enemies and brought the fallen Sea King to Luna Island.

These were Charlotte’s impressions of Duke Fimaror.

But looking at the simple and somewhat timid bloodborne warrior in front of her, who seemed to suppress the excitement of a fan meeting their idol, Charlotte found it hard to associate him with the treacherous and evil “Duke Fimaror” described by the Nez elders.

With this thought, Charlotte sighed and looked at the information Bardock handed over about him.

The data wasn’t extensive but covered most of Fimaror’s personal information and experiences.

“Fimaror, 35 years old, male, mixed blood of human, elf, and giant, Silver Moon tier.”

“Born in the Moon Elf Kingdom, both parents were slaves. His father died in the elf arena when he was 6, and his mother died of illness when he was 7. He was chosen by the elves to enter the arena as a gladiator at the age of 10.”

“At 17, he participated in a gladiator uprising and joined the Free City-State Alliance Army, making many contributions. At 18, he became a vanguard in the Free City-State Alliance’s Third Legion. He was injured and retired at 20 during the Battle of Silver City.”

“At 22, he re-enlisted. At 25, he distinguished himself in the Second Battle of Red Mountain and was chosen by second-generation family member Torfen as a third-generation family member. He was appointed as a squad leader in the Third Legion at 31.”

A model personal resume.

And indeed, a brave and loyal warrior.

Charlotte had hoped to discern his true character from his resume, but after reading it, she found it even harder to associate him with the traitor of the Nez Clan.

Not only that, but with his Silver Moon strength at 35, and without Lilith personally granting him bloodborne power, Charlotte could foresee that if he further gained bloodborne power and underwent a second awakening, becoming a Legendary was only a matter of time.

In summary, based on personal qualifications, there was no reason to eliminate him.

If there was anything, it was that his gaze towards her was too fervent.

She was quite familiar with that look. In the future, Sebastian, the werewolf Luff, and other fanatical followers of the True Ancestor of Blood looked at her with the same eyes.

Those were the eyes of a “fanatic.”

Charlotte quickly realized that she didn’t necessarily have a reason to eliminate him.

If the history that had occurred was bound to happen, regardless of whether she eliminated him or not, he would eventually become the servant of the True Ancestor Lilith.

He would inevitably become the leader of the elven bloodborne on Luna Island.

But what if… she took a different approach?

History cannot be changed, but it can be created.

Since Charlotte had intervened in history, could this also become an opportunity?

If… If it were she and not “Lilith” who became Fimaror’s “benefactor”, would she not have the possibility of influencing history?

The history that had occurred cannot be changed, but the history that has not been “recorded” can be “created.”

Could she then influence the future Fimaror?

Even if the future Fimaror would certainly “betray”, even if the the Luna Island branch would inevitably “fall.”

If she influenced him now, would there not be more possibilities?

His gaze was so fervent towards her. Although Charlotte knew that it was directed at “Lilith” and not herself, could she not “utilize” this fervor?

Charlotte quickly came to a conclusion.

Since the history that has already occurred cannot be changed, she might as well actively involve herself, giving herself the chance to “create” history within this unchangeable history!

With this thought, Charlotte had an idea.

She glanced at the nervous Fimaror and nodded.

“Yes, a fine warrior. Record his name.”

Hearing Charlotte’s words, Bardock smiled.

He looked at the still anxious and nervous giant warrior standing before them and said,

“Congratulations, your evaluation is over. Go back and wait for further notice.”

Fimaror was stunned for a moment before realizing he had passed the evaluation.

His face showed excitement as he quickly knelt before Charlotte, kissing her toes while stammering.

“Th… Thank you, Lord Bardock, thank you, Lady Lilith. I will work hard… work very hard!”

Charlotte was startled by his enthusiasm.

She used her divine power to lift him up and cleared her throat, saying,

“Stand up. You are now a bloodborne warrior, no longer a slave in the arena, so… there’s no need for such a gesture.”

Hearing Charlotte’s words, Fimaror’s gaze towards her became even more fervent, reminiscent of a fan meeting their idol.

This intense gaze made Charlotte feel a bit guilty.

The man clearly regarded her as a figure of worship, but she was thinking about how to exploit his “faith.”

Moreover, he had always followed Lilith through thick and thin. His true faith wasn’t in “her”, making Charlotte feel like an imposter.

Charlotte didn’t like this feeling.

She had never liked this kind of feeling since she was young, and after becoming “Charlotte”, it took her a long time to adapt to the new identity.

Even so, she could never fully erase the guilt she felt towards the loyal followers of the Castell family, knowing she wasn’t the real “Charlotte”, just a “transmigrator.”

This guilt stemmed from Charlotte’s self-esteem issues in her past life.

It was this subtle emotion that made her vow to become a responsible lord after inheriting the Castell territory.

This was her responsibility and duty after taking on the identity of “Charlotte.”

The same held true now that she had traveled to the Mythic Era.

As the “Savior”, she hadn’t done much, merely imparting extraordinary power to Lilith and Harald and bestowing the power of the bloodborne to Lilith.

But the current events made her feel as if she were “stealing” everything from Lilith, deceiving her “followers.”

In the past, Charlotte wouldn’t have felt this way. In the future, compared to the fervent followers of the True Ancestor of Blood, the bloodbornes would mostly feel fear and hostility.

She borrowed the identity of the “True Ancestor of Blood” merely for self-protection.

But now, facing Fimaror’s clear and intense gaze, Charlotte felt complicated.

She hadn’t spent much time with Lilith.

Altogether, it was less than two months.

But after two time travels, she had already regarded Lilith and Harald as her students.

Moreover, their genuine closeness and trust towards her were precious to her, a lonely soul from another world.

It was a relationship different from that with Sebastian and other followers.

It was more akin to family and friends than superior and subordinate.

That feeling helped alleviate Charlotte’s loneliness in this world.

Charlotte’s initial goal was to uncover the secrets of the Mythic Era and gain extraordinary power herself.

But unknowingly, she had formed connections with people from various eras in history and even developed complex feelings.

If possible, Charlotte hoped to do something, to help Lilith and Harald, to shoulder the responsibility of the “True Ancestor of Blood” of this era.

This was not only her responsibility to “Lilith” but also to her own conscience.

With this in mind, Charlotte sighed inwardly.

“Lilith, if my time travel is truly your doing, if this ‘fusion’ of identities is your plan, what do you want me to do?”

Charlotte didn’t know the truth behind it all.

But one thing she was sure of: since she had already traveled to this period in history and “borrowed” Lilith’s identity, she should also shoulder the corresponding responsibilities.

With this thought, Charlotte signaled for Fimaror to step back and instructed Bardock to present the information on the next warrior participating in the evaluation.

Bardock quickly handed over a new scroll, and Charlotte picked up the wooden cup on the table, sipping elven fruit wine while browsing the data.

But the next moment, she spat out the fruit wine.

“Cough, cough, cough… cough, cough, cough…”

Choking on the wine, she couldn’t help but cough.

Bardock was startled.

Seeing her peculiar expression while staring at the data, he quickly asked.

“Savior, are you… alright? Is there something wrong with the information?”

Charlotte coughed a few more times, shook her head, and then looked strangely at the information in her hand, or more accurately, the name of the second bloodborne warrior in the evaluation.

“Demon Sorcerer, A… Abaddon?”

Her voice carried a note of surprise.

Seeing Charlotte’s mixed expression, Bardock nodded.

“Yes, he is the only demon sorcerer in our legion. Hmm… using elven classifications, that would be the term.”

“He was once a slave who escaped from the elf mage tower, reportedly used as a subject for demonic experiments and the sole survivor of those experiments.”

“By a stroke of luck, he gained some demonic power, with the ability to summon demons and even transform into one.”

“His power was initially unstable, often causing brief berserk states, but after becoming a third-generation bloodborne, he has been able to maintain his sanity.”

“His strength places him among the top three candidates this time, making him an excellent prospect for a personal guard.”

Hearing Bardock’s introduction, Charlotte fell silent.

Abaddon!

Demon Sorcerer!

And… a third-generation bloodborne with high potential!

Combining all this information, the individual’s true identity was obvious.

“He… should be the future Blood Demon Archduke Abaddon, right?”

Charlotte’s expression was complex.

“Wait… third-generation bloodbornes… personal guard selection… bloodline enhancement…”

“Could it be…?”

Seeming to connect the dots, Charlotte quickly pulled out the specific list of candidates for the personal guard selection.

She scanned the names one by one, and sure enough, she found more familiar names.

Casey.

Ron.

Yorok.

These familiar names were precisely those of the renowned blood princes and clan elders in future generations.

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