An abandoned city district was in the western part of Boulder City.

Since the terrifying disaster of the Flame Demon ten years ago, this area had been designated as a forbidden zone where ordinary people were not allowed to enter by the Holy Court.

Ten years had passed, and the most powerful monsters had already been cleared out by the Demon Hunters and the Inquisitor. The terrifying memories had gradually faded from people's minds, existing only in the reminiscences of those who had experienced it.

Although the corruption of the dark miasma still lingered in some unseen corners, with the continuous development of urban commerce and craftsmanship in recent years, the citizen class had grown stronger. Wanderers and free citizens flocked into the continuously expanding city. Now, this place had become a paradise in the shadow of Borde City.

At the northwest border of the abandoned city district. This was Borde City's largest slum and the most densely populated area.

Most of the people living here were the bottom-tier workers from various makeshift workshops in the western city district, servants of minor nobles and wealthy households, aspiring mercenaries eager for wealth, farmers and tenant farmers who had lost their land due to the enclosures by the nobles in recent years, as well as bandits, thieves, beggars, and the like.

This was also the favorite place of the cultists.

On the dirty and chaotic muddy streets, a luxurious carriage slowly passed by.

Seeing the red rose pattern on the side of the carriage, the pedestrians on the street, with numb expressions, lowered their heads and hurriedly avoided to the sides, bowing and saluting.

This was the carriage of the largest underground gang in Borde City, the Rose Society.

In the abandoned city district, the Rose Society was like a god, with influence almost equal to that of the Holy Court.

The carriage stopped in front of a dilapidated shack. The door of the carriage opened, and two beautiful beast-eared maids stepped down, laying down a red carpet on the muddy ground all the way to the door of the shack.

Sebastian, with a tall and slender body, dressed in a black tailcoat, wearing white gloves, and holding a magnificent noble cane, gracefully stepped down from the carriage.

Approaching the shack, he reached out and gently knocked on the door. After a moment, the door creaked open, and a girl who looked about fourteen or fifteen cautiously stuck out her head.

She had beautiful brown long hair and a pair of snow-white, turbulent eyes that completely belied her age. Her shabby maid outfit was filled with patches, and her strange reddish-golden pupils were full of vigilance.

Seeing the girl, Sebastian smiled slightly and conjured a rose.

"Good afternoon, Miss Leina. Do you remember me?"

Bang!

The door was instantly slammed shut.

Sebastian: ...

He twitched the corner of his mouth, put down the rose, and knocked on the door again.

"Miss Leina, I came to visit Miss Anna. Please open the door."

The door remained unmoved.

Sebastian sighed. He cleared his throat and said loudly.

"Miss Anna, I am Sebastian, the president of the Rose Society, here to visit you for important matters!"

Silence...

It wasn't until a moment later that the door opened again with a creak.

A girl named Leina glanced at Sebastian warily, her reddish-golden pupils still full of caution.

"Leina, let him in."

An old voice came from inside the shack, with a distant sigh.

Leina glanced back and then nodded obediently, silently opening the door.

"Thank you, Miss Leina."

Sebastian smiled brilliantly and elegantly entered the shack.

Inside the shack, the light was dim. An elderly, emaciated woman was sitting on a recliner, dozing off.

Sensing Sebastian's approach, she slowly opened her eyes, revealing a pair of pale and cloudy eyes.

"Lord Sebastian, I believe I have told you not to disturb this old woman again."

The old woman's voice was old and calm, with a hint of resignation. But as soon as she finished speaking, she froze directly.

She stared blankly at the top of Sebastian's head, and her cloudy eyes hid a glimmer of light. Gradually, her eyes widened, and she couldn't help but stand up from the recliner as if she had seen something unbelievable.

Trembling, she reached out her withered arm towards Sebastian, as if trying to grasp something. Her voice suddenly started to tremble.

"Crimson!"

"I see crimson-like blood!"

"The golden sun sets into the eternal darkness..."

"A scarlet blood moon rises in dazzling brilliance!"

"Roses hold up roses..."

"The blood moon raises the throne!"

"This... this is..."

"Flame!"

"This is flame!"

"Flame burning! Flames spreading! Flames... consuming everything!"

"And then..."

"Everything is reborn!"

The old woman's voice was hoarse and hysterical. Her mad appearance startled Leina and Sebastian. With her shouts, the light in the entire shack fluctuated, flickering between brightness and darkness, and a violent wind blew the wooden shack, making creaking sounds...

Sebastian's expression almost instantly became solemn. He knew that the other party's foresight eye had seen another prophecy.

The old woman's madness lasted for a long time. It wasn't until a long time later that everything returned to calm.

She sat back down on the recliner, looking quite exhausted, and she seemed to have aged even more.

After a moment, she raised her head again, her pale and cloudy eyes fixed on Sebastian.

"Lord Sebastian..."

"Can you tell me, what did you encounter?"

"Why did your appearance once again trigger my foresight eye?"

"Your fate seems to have undergone earth-shattering changes... I can no longer see your future!"

"What... have you encountered?"

Looking into the old woman's pale eyes, Sebastian's heart raced.

He certainly knew what he had encountered. But... he hadn't expected that his visit again would elicit such a big reaction from the other party!

Taking a deep breath, he smiled and said.

"Miss Anna."

"I have come to thank you, your previous prophecy came true."

"I really found an opportunity to lift the curse through the cursed pages!"

"This is my reward, please accept it..."

As he spoke, he took out a small and exquisite ring from his pocket and placed it respectfully in front of the old woman.

However, the old woman didn't even look at the ring. She quietly looked at Sebastian, and a glimmer of light flashed in her pale eyes.

After a moment, she suddenly said:

"So... everything originates from the opportunity you found?"

Sebastian smiled without saying a word.

The old woman remained silent. After a long time, she let out a long sigh.

"Let it be. If you don't want to say anything, then don't say it."

"This old woman is getting old and can't stand any more fuss."

"Upon careful consideration, sometimes knowing less about certain things may lead to greater happiness..."

With that, she gestured for the girl Leina to accept the ring. Then, she calmly said.

"Enough about that, what do you want to ask me this time?"

Sebastian smiled.

He sat down beside the old woman's recliner and conjured a goblet filled with red wine, elegantly taking a sip. Then, he smiled and said.

"This time, it's actually related to the last prophecy."

"I know that your knowledge is quite profound, especially in the field of the bloodbornes."

"I want to ask you about the origin of the cursed pages..."

Hearing Sebastian's words, the old woman looked at him meaningfully.

"Why do you ask these questions?"

"Probably... out of curiosity about the origin of the cursed pages?"

Sebastian took a sip of wine and smiled.

The old woman snorted, clearly not believing it. After a moment, she said.

"The cursed pages were once a divine artifact of the Bloodbornes, or more accurately... when all the cursed pages were put together, they were a divine artifact of the Bloodbornes."

"It was the oldest and most mysterious artifact of the Bloodbornes."

"No one knows what the purpose of that artifact was, including the Bloodbornes. All those who knew of its existence only knew that it contained all the legacies of the Bloodbornes..."

"Of course, after it was destroyed, the legacies were cursed. When touched by mortals, they would be contaminated, and even the gods would view it as ordinary things... the cursed pages were left with nothing but corruption and curses."

"And when the artifact was intact, it once had an ancient and resounding name..."

As she spoke, the old woman stared directly at Sebastian and said in a deep voice.

"The Gospel of Blood!"

"The Gospel of Blood..."

Sebastian pondered the name.

He straightened up, his expression solemn, and asked.

"So... who was its owner?"

"Why do you ask about that?"

The old woman didn't answer directly but suddenly asked.

"Just curious."

Sebastian lightly sipped the wine and smiled.

The old woman snorted. After a moment, she said.

"The Gospel of Blood was once the most sacred artifact of the Bloodbornes, and it belonged to the oldest and most sacred existence within the race."

"For example... the creator of the race."

"Or to be precise the origin and ancestor of the race..."

As she spoke, the old woman looked at Sebastian deeply.

"Lord Sebastian..."

"Now, do you know who the owner of the cursed pages is?"

Sebastian had no idea what the old woman was talking about.

Because at this moment, all he could hear in his mind was a roaring voice.

"True Ancestor!"

"It's the True Ancestor!"

"The most sacred and ancient existence, the source of all bloodbornes!"

"Lady of the Night is not a demigod and not a bloodborne nobility!"

"She is the owner of the Gospel of Blood, she... is the True Ancestor!"

"She is a true God!"

"She is a... true divine being!"