Devourer's Legacy: I Regressed With The Primordial Crest-Chapter 12: Blood Hounds (2)

The Blood Hounds of House Grim, so-called 'law enforcers'. A group of powerful warriors selected by the elders of the family to uphold justice.

But it was all a facade!

'Just puppets of those Old bastards'

Renard thought bitterly.

Even in his past life, the Blood Hounds had come to investigate the assassination attempt.

But they didn't really come to capture the culprit.

They just came, asked their questions, buried everything deep where no one would look and left.

He still remembered how the main family had chosen pride over justice.

The attempted assassination of an heir and the murder of Lord Grim's daughter both were swept under the rug, all to avoid their shame.

Just the thought made his blood boil as he walked towards the Lord's office with Gerald.

"Gerald," suddenly Renard spoke, his voice carrying an authority that seemed strange coming from such a young body.

"What about Mathis's body?"

"Yes, young master. We retrieved it."

Renard nodded solemnly. "Inform his family and send soldiers to transport him to Tiara Castle. Prepare for a proper funeral." His voice softened slightly as he added, "He deserves that much, at least."

Although Renard had wanted to avoid death, things hadn't gone according to his plan. Mathis had died protecting him—the least Renard could do was to give him a proper funeral.

Of course, he also planned to give proper compensation for his family - but right now, there were other pressing matters at hand.

"What about the Wandering Warrior?"

He hadn't seen Jin ever since he woke up. He needed to meet him soon.

"Warrior Jin's sword got damaged in the fight, so he went to the blacksmith for repairs but said he would be back soon"

Gerald reported.

'Jin's sword was damaged?'

It seemed like the assassin had been stronger than he had expected!

Nevertheless, Renard nodded. "Report to me when he returns"

"Yes, young master"

Silence descended between them as they approached Lord Augustus's office.

Even before they could reach the door, Renard could sense powerful presences waiting beyond it.

The Blood Hounds stood outside, their crimson uniforms bearing the Grim family's crest.

Each one of them radiated a suffocating presence, and the weight of their power made the air feel heavy.

But something caught Renard's attention, making him furrow his brows.

'Strange... I can see their names floating above their heads but nothing else. No providence state at all.' 

He filed this observation away for later consideration.

The Blood Hounds standing outside also regarded him with measured looks - some curious, others dismissive.

After all, what did they see? Just a young noble who'd survived an assassination attempt.

They had no idea who they were really dealing with.

Renard lifted his hand and knocked once on the heavy wooden door and waited.

"Come in."

The firm voice that answered wasn't from any of the Blood Hounds but from Lord Augustus, his grandfather himself.

'This time,' Renard thought as he reached for the door handle, 'things will be different. Very different.'

Renard's hand lingered on the door handle for a moment. Even through the thick wood, he could feel the pressure emanating from inside—not just from his grandfather but from the Blood Hounds as well.

'Deep breath.' 

He steadied himself and pushed the door open.

Lord Augustus sat behind his massive desk, his silver hair and sharp features a testament to the strength that had built the Draemir Territory. Despite his age, he sat straight-backed in his chair, his presence commanding the room.

In front of him sat a man with crimson hair and a long scar running across his face. Two Blood Hounds stood behind the man, their black-and-red uniforms pristine.

"Grandfather," Renard gave a slight bow before turning to the Blood Hounds, his expression turning cold.

"Greetings."

The leader of the Blood Hounds, a man with a thick mustache and beard, stood up and stepped forward.

"Young Master Renard. We heard about the unfortunate incident. Please accept our condolences for your guard's death."

Renard's jaw clenched at the mention of Mathis. His gaze locked onto the man before him.

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As expected, all Renard could see was the name. But one thing was clear.

'Strong!'

The man before him was definitely powerful!

"Thank you. I've already arranged for his body to be transported to Tiara Castle for a proper funeral."

"Ah yes, about that..." Roderick's voice took on a smooth, oily tone. "We'll need to examine the body first, of course. Standard procedure."

"Of course," Renard replied, his voice low despite the anger churning within him. "Though I wonder—why the Blood Hounds so delayed in their response. I had heard that Blood Hounds are provided with every resource to respond to any emergency situation. It's already been a day. Surely there weren't any problems during your arrival?"

Lord Augustus's eyebrows arched slightly. Renard's tone was more than just inquiring; it seemed like a provocation, if anything.

The Blood Hound leader smiled thinly at the unexpected question.

"We came as soon as we were notified, young master. Now, could you tell us about the assassins? Their appearance, fighting style, any distinguishing features?"

Renard met the man's gaze.

He sure was a man with a glib tongue; he knew exactly how to steer the conversation from his sore topics.

In his past life, he'd been too shocked, too grief-stricken to notice anything. But now, he could see it clearly—the way the Blood Hound's eyes didn't quite match his concerned expression, how his questions, although seemed genuine, seemed designed to divert their attention.

"Before I answer," Renard said carefully, "I'd like to know what you've discovered about the incident."

A flicker of surprise crossed Roderick's face. "Pardon, young master?"

"I said I want to know about the results of your investigation. Oh, wait! Were you perhaps waiting for me to wake up?"

Renard said, his eyes gleaming as he watched their reactions. "Surely, the Blood Hounds are not so incompetent... right?"

It was a dangerous provocation!

Bad-mouthing Blood Hounds in front of Roderick was as dangerous as putting your hand into a tiger's mouth. But Renard didn't flinch even in the slightest.

Because he had a dragon behind him!

The temperature in the room seemed to drop. Lord Augustus leaned forward, his attention now fully focused on the Blood Hounds.

"Young Master Renard," Roderick spoke up quickly, "you've been through a traumatic experience. Perhaps we should continue this discussion after you've had more rest—"

"I'm quite well-rested, thank you," Renard cut him off. "In fact, I'm clear-headed enough to wonder why House Grim's elite investigators seem so reluctant to pursue the obvious leads."

For the first time, the leader's pleasant facade slipped for just a moment, revealing something darker underneath.

"Are you suggesting we're not doing our duty, young master?"

"Not at all," Renard smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. "I'm simply offering my full cooperation in this investigation. After all, someone tried to kill the heir of House Grim and murdered his guard. Surely you'll want to examine every detail, every possibility... unless there's a reason you'd prefer not to?"

Lord Augustus's chair creaked as he shifted. His sharp gaze moved between his grandson and the Blood Hounds.

Renard could see his grandfather's mind working, picking up on the undercurrents of this conversation.

This time, things would indeed be different.

"Of course, you will try to do your best," Renard said, his voice calm but firm. "After all - I know who tried to kill us!"

His words caused both Roderick's and Lord Augustus's eyes to widen!

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