Devourer's Legacy: I Regressed With The Primordial Crest-Chapter 31: Main House (1)

A village at the edge of Draemir's territory.

"Young Master Renard, are you feeling nervous?"

Renard lifted his head at the sound of a voice. He was inside a luxurious carriage, its interior lined with velvet and polished wood. Across from him sat a middle-aged man with a stiff, disciplined posture.

"...It's my first time going to the main house," Renard muttered, shifting his gaze toward the window.

Much time had passed since the assassination attempt.

For two months, he had been confined to Draemir's territory, training relentlessly.

And the results spoke for themselves.

Lord Agusthus had fed him all sorts of medicinal herbs, elixirs, and nutritious foods. Combined with brutal training, the transformation was evident. His once-lanky frame had been refined into lean, battle-hardened muscle, sculpted by sheer effort.

His posture, which seemed casual and light-hearted, now held a sense of calculated control.

Renard had been forging himself in these two months.

But now, he was finally leaving Draemir, heading toward the place that he thought would never go again in his past life—the main estate of House Grim.

"I understand how you feel," the man across from him replied.

This was Brandon, a knight who had sworn allegiance to the main branch of House Grim. He had been sent to escort Renard to the estate, though Renard found it almost insulting how little protection he was given.

Brandon, however, had his own thoughts.

'Is that really the body of a fifteen-year-old?'

Even through Renard's clothes, Brandon could see the compact, well-defined muscles shaped by rigorous training. He had seen many noble brats in his time, but this one was... different. There was something cold and sharp in the boy's eyes, like a wolf waiting to pounce.

Perhaps that was why he spoke up.

"Young Master, would you mind if I give you a piece of advice?"

Renard tilted his head slightly. "Go ahead."

"If you're already feeling nervous, then every day at the main estate will be torture."

There was no amusement in Brandon's tone, nor was there concern. It was just a simple fact.

Renard grinned.

"Thank you for the warning, Sir Brandon."

He was well aware of what awaited him.

He and Aria weren't part of the direct bloodline, which meant their authority within the family was laughable. He wasn't delusional—no one cared about them.

Even his own father hadn't bothered to visit, not even after the assassination attempt.

Renard had never expected much from him, but a part of him had still hoped. Yet, not even a single letter had come. Nothing.

And that told him everything.

'I knew he was cold, but at least I thought he'd handle household matters properly.'

Apparently, that wasn't the case.

Someone didn't want him to rise.

And it was obvious.

A single knight had been sent to escort him. None of his retainers were allowed to accompany him.

A clear message.

A warning.

'They want to break my spirit before I even step foot in the estate, huh?'

It was almost laughable.

Renard smirked slightly, his fingers tapping against the window frame.

Well, they'd have to try a lot harder than this.

Even so, he had a backup.

His gaze flickered briefly to the side.

Kasim was here, somewhere.

The damn shadow had been following him relentlessly these past two months. Every time he tried to sneak away, Kasim caught him.

Every single time.

It was frustrating as hell.

'That bastard really watches me twenty-four hours a day...'

"How many people are participating in this year's Awakening Ceremony?" Renard asked.

"That...Including yourself, six from the branch families. Additionally, two heirs from the main house."

"Two?" Renard feigned mild surprise, even though he already knew.

The first wife and second wife stay at the main house with Lord Grim so there is always tension between then.

The first wife's youngest son and the second wife's child—they were the only ones worth watching.

The others?

They wouldn't matter.

'If I remember correctly, the oldest is only fifteen... there are even some younger than me.'

The Awakening Ceremony allowed participants from ages fourteen to sixteen, though fifteen was the most common age for it.

Renard sighed.

He still hasn't reached the Essence Zone.

It wasn't because he couldn't advance.

He just couldn't afford to—not yet.

If he established Essence Pathways, it would become obvious that he had awakened long before the ceremony. And that was not something he wanted others to know.

So, for now, he held himself back.

But in return, his physical strength had soared, and he had completely assimilated the Beast Mimicry skill he had stolen from his uncle.

'I should start looking for other useful abilities...' he muttered.

In truth, he had wanted to devour Henry's Blood Art, but the bastard had escaped.

And since he had been under house arrest, he hadn't had the chance to hunt for new prey.

But that would change soon.

Renard's lips curled into a smirk.

'Still... I can't help but feel excited to see my bastard siblings again.'

He turned his gaze back outside.

The carriage had left the city behind.

Now, towering trees surrounded them, stretching endlessly. Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting flickering shadows along the dirt road.

Brandon spoke again.

"We've entered the main estate's territory."

Renard eyed the tall walls encircling the forest. It wasn't as great as the wall surrounding the great green forest but it was still something!

"So, this whole forest belongs to the main house?"

Brandon nodded. "Yes."

Renard raised a brow. "Seems inconvenient for travel."

"There are Warp Gates installed everywhere."

Of course there are.

Renard resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

'Then why the hell am I riding in a carriage?'

The answer was obvious.

Because they didn't even bother granting me permission to use the Warp Gates.

He scoffed inwardly.

Brandon, catching on to his mood, smirked slightly.

"We still have a long way to go from here."

Renard didn't reply.

Instead, he just leaned back, staring at the passing trees, his thoughts already turning to what awaited him inside the estate.

This time, things would be different.

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This time, he wasn't just some discarded child.

He would carve his name into House Grim, whether they liked it or not.

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