Gospel of Blood-Chapter 637 : Eugenia’s Memories

Charlotte didn’t know if it was a coincidence.

But when the scenes from the “prophecy” began to manifest in reality, her gaze inevitably sharpened.

Fortunately, after reading the letter, she had already prepared herself mentally to some extent.

Thus, although momentarily stunned, she remained composed.

At least… this confirms that it truly is a glimpse of the future, and it provides me with guidance for my next steps.

Charlotte thought.

With this in mind, Charlotte turned her attention back to Eugenia.

This so-called Witch of Prophecy, self-proclaimed as the “Sinner,” evidently bore a burden far more complex than the simple Ancestor betrayal by the Nez Clan.

In fact, considering how many bloodbornes had inexplicably lost a significant chunk of memories from a thousand years ago, Charlotte strongly suspected that this so-called “Saintess” of the Nez Clan knew deeper secrets.

Suppressing her rising thoughts, Charlotte calmly asked.

“Oh? The ‘Sinner’? That sounds like you remember quite a lot.”

Eugenia’s expression grew somber.

She nodded slightly, speaking in a heavy tone.

“Fate… is so cruel. If I could, I’d wish to forget everything like the other bloodbornes. But… I cannot forget.”

“Perhaps this is the price of betrayal. We were once tempted, we once lost ourselves, and we… once foolishly raised our swords against You…”

“I thought we had been walking the righteous path, but only at the very end did I realize it was all a hollow illusion…”

“For centuries, I’ve wandered between illusion and reality, repeatedly witnessing scenes of that disaster. I can no longer distinguish whether they are cycles of reincarnation, numerous similar yet distinct worlds, or… the endlessly repeating past and future…”

“I only feel the soul-rending pain between illusion and reality. Even His Eminence Casey could do nothing about it. And I… can only ease this living torment through constant slumber and rebirth…”

“The world calls me the Saintess of Prophecy, but only I know the truth: I merely rely on those seemingly real yet illusory memories to glimpse faintly familiar visions.”

“Until… just now, with Your intervention, I finally felt my soul liberated.”

At this, Eugenia bowed deeply to Charlotte once again.

Seeing her refreshed, almost reborn demeanor, Charlotte’s thoughts stirred.

It was clear that Eugenia had been suffering from the “curse” of a fragment of the Gospel of Blood for centuries.

Ordinary bloodbornes couldn’t wield the Gospel of Blood fragments; possessing one would inevitably lead to madness. While the fragment within Eugenia was only a corner of a page and insufficient to destroy her, it had perpetually inflicted her with soul-tearing agony.

Yet everything has two sides.

The fragment of the Gospel of Blood just now differed from those Charlotte had collected before—it was a fragment not meant to exist in this timeline. The page itself exhibited characteristics of temporal disarray. As its host, Eugenia not only suffered its backlash but also gained some unique abilities.

Specifically, she possessed a time anchor ability.

In other words, Eugenia could inadvertently witness the numerous reboots and cycles of this world.

All that Lilith had experienced, all that Charlotte had experienced since her transmigration—Eugenia remembered it all, except for the inability to distinguish between Lilith and Charlotte due to their merged statuses.

This was why Eugenia had been able to make repeatedly “accurate prophecies” and earned the regard of the Stargazer Casey.

Yet evidently, even Casey hadn’t fully understood what was happening with Eugenia. Otherwise, that fragment wouldn’t have been kept hidden until Charlotte encountered it today.

The fragment of the Gospel of Blood, which wasn’t supposed to exist in this timeline, might hold a higher essence than Charlotte had imagined. Though just a piece, it seemed to encapsulate the essence of the entire Gospel of Blood.

Clearly, the fragment didn’t appear in this timeline by mere coincidence.

Rather than a chance anomaly, Charlotte suspected it was deliberately orchestrated by some existence—perhaps Lilith or even herself in a prior cycle. The purpose, however, might not simply have been to create Eugenia as the “Saintess of Prophecy” but rather to convey something to Charlotte or provide her with something.

Deep within her consciousness, the Gospel of Blood flickered faintly, seemingly affirming Charlotte’s reasoning. Charlotte could feel that, after merging with this fragment, the Gospel of Blood had become more sentient, showing the nascent signs of becoming a wisdom artifact. Its power also seemed to double, as if two Gospel of Bloods had been stacked together, becoming more profound.

Furthermore, the Gospel’s foresight ability had also improved. Charlotte could now, like the letter, “peer into the future.”

Of course, her foresight was limited and required a medium. Charlotte could sense that as time progressed, this power seemed to be increasingly suppressed by the world’s will—a sign of the awakening of the Creator’s Will.

But the changes in the Gospel of Blood didn’t stop there.

Charlotte vaguely felt that the temporal traits had also been infused into the Gospel itself. Its ability to traverse time seemed to evolve, allowing Charlotte to stay in history for longer periods at the cost of the Gospel’s core power.

“Is this implying that after my next time travel, I’ll need to fill in the long-lost history of the Era of Bloodborne Dynasty?”

Charlotte mused to herself.

Yet she instinctively felt that such use of the Gospel’s power might be wasteful. After all, consuming its core power would mean irreversible wear and weakening of the artifact.

Still, why this fragment came to Charlotte through Eugenia’s audience remained a mystery. Perhaps… the answers lay with Eugenia herself.

With that thought, Charlotte turned back to the Saintess of Prophecy.

“So… what power guided you here?”

It was a question without context or preamble, yet Eugenia seemed to have anticipated it.

She took a deep breath, shaking her head lightly.

“I… don’t know.”

“I merely heard a voice in the void, gaining some revelation between illusion and reality. I’ve been waiting for You, waiting for Your return, waiting for today’s audience.”

“I… don’t quite remember when I first heard that voice. I only remember it told me—”

“Bear the sin and the key, and wait. Wait for its master to arrive. Wait… for the day everything returns to its rightful place.”

A key?

Charlotte frowned slightly.

She knew it referred to the fragment of the Gospel of Blood but didn’t understand why it was called a “key.”

Charlotte wanted to ask further, but it was evident that Eugenia knew nothing more. As a mere “mortal,” she couldn’t discern the source of the revelation.

“It must have been the work of the one who cast that Gospel into this timeline, either Lilith or another version of myself from a different timeline.”

Charlotte speculated.

Since Eugenia couldn’t provide an answer, Charlotte shifted her focus to the fragments of Eugenia’s “memories.”

With this in mind, Charlotte channeled divine power, letting her soul power touch Eugenia.

For a true God, reading memories was far more advanced than for a Demigod—provided the other party cooperated. After all, Eugenia’s strength was now at the Legendary tier, her soul far more resilient since the suppression of the Gospel fragments had been removed.

Eugenia, the Saintess of Prophecy, did not resist.

With divine power enhancing her, countless fragments of memory surged into Charlotte’s mind.

These included both visions Eugenia had seen over centuries, oscillating between illusion and reality, and the overlay of Eugenia’s personal memories.

Charlotte saw Lilith’s endless cycles of reincarnation and glimpses of her own past reincarnations.

These memories were even more fragmented than those Charlotte had seen before through Lilith’s “remnants,” but also more comprehensive.

Among them were also memories of the bloodborne rebellion from centuries ago.

However, perhaps because Eugenia’s status was not prominent at the time, these memories contained limited information.

From what could be discerned, the True Ancestor of Blood—Lilith herself—had indeed been devouring other bloodbornes en masse, inciting unprecedented terror among their ranks.

Yet as Charlotte tried to delve deeper, the memories dissolved like dissipating smoke.

Charlotte frowned, halting her attempts and focusing on Eugenia’s dazed expression. A sinking feeling formed in her heart, accompanied by troubling suspicions.

“Eugenia, do you still remember events from a thousand years ago?” Charlotte asked.

Eugenia hesitated for a moment, then shook her head gently.

“Your Majesty, the True Ancestor… I… seem to barely remember anything now.”

So it’s true!

Charlotte’s heart sank further.

Eugenia’s ability to remember everything stemmed from the presence of the Gospel fragments within her.

Without them, she had lost even the resistance to oblivion, succumbing to the same inevitable “forgetting” of history as other bloodbornes.

“You may leave.”

Charlotte sighed.

Eugenia hesitated but ultimately retreated respectfully.

Left alone, Charlotte fell into deep thought.

“Eugenia did remember everything before—the ‘erased history.’”

“But now, without the suppression of the Gospel fragments, she has forgotten it all.”

“Still, the fact that she once remembered these experiences suggests that history hasn’t been entirely erased, doesn’t it? Could it mean that history can be influenced by the Creator’s Will?”

“Could the act of filling in historical blanks be more than simply completing history?”

The more Charlotte pondered, the more she realized how deep the mysteries of Myria’s timelines truly ran, and how immense the influence of the omnipresent Creator’s Will seemed to be.

In a way, she felt like the Monkey King trapped under the Buddha’s palm, with the Creator’s Will looming as an invisible Five Finger Mountain.

“My preparations are still far from enough. Even though the Guardian Scepter has faith in me, I know… I’m not ready yet.”

“I don’t fully understand the existence of the Creator’s Will. My only chance lies in seizing the moment when it’s weak and using my status as an ‘outsider’ immune to the origin laws to subdue it!”

“This is a race. Although my preparations aren’t complete, I no longer have time. Each day I grow stronger, but so does the Creator’s Will.”

“It seems I must quickly locate the elves who prayed before the Sun Altar, as foretold in the prophecy.”

“Helios might not have truly fallen. As the Creator’s agent, every step Helios takes carries the Creator’s will. To prevent the Creator’s further awakening, I must stop Helios’ return!”

Charlotte reflected.

In the past, she might have struggled to find the “elves” in the prophecy who prayed at the Sun Altar.

But now things were different.

The recent upgrade to the Gospel of Blood granted her the ability to “glimpse the future.”

With this in mind, Charlotte retrieved the letter containing the “prophecy” from her pocket.

Connecting her consciousness to the Gospel of Blood, she used the letter as a medium. Channeling divine power, she invoked the mythical bloodborne magic [Vision of the Future].

The Gospel of Blood glowed brilliantly as crimson divine power manifested into a looming blood moon. A vast aura of pressure enveloped Charlotte.

The crimson divine power enveloped the letter, and a strange sense of perception settled over her mind.

Her consciousness ascended in an instant, leaping through space and time, until she “saw” a blurry vision.

A majestic Sun Altar stood tall, with fervent elves bowing in prayer.

Beyond the altar, there were ancient, crumbling temples and cities consumed by dense vegetation.

As Charlotte took in the ancient architecture and unfamiliar flora—so unlike anything on Myria’s continent—she suddenly understood.

The scene from the prophecy was located in the Western Continent.