Blood Assimilation

On the other side. 

At this moment, the white-haired man just received a report from his subordinate through his communication device. 

"What?! Are you telling me that those people from the 'Fierce Wolf Gang' all lost their lives? Are you certain of this?" The white-haired man uttered in disbelief.

[Yes, Young Lord. The time for the faux world should have passed a long time ago, and we still haven't heard anything about their results. So there could only be one possible reason behind their inability to respond even though we had tried to contact them so many times.] The subordinate said with certainty. 

"Tsk! After going through the trouble of giving them that artifact, they still failed to accomplish the mission the second time. What a bunch of useless trashes!"

'To think that they would lose to a mere academy student… Did I look down on the child because he was a student? Perhaps that was my misjudgment. After all, if he was indeed the child of two monsters, then there was no way he would be lacking in talent.' The white-haired man silently thought. 

"Now that they had died, that artifact becomes useless because only the one that had activated the artifact could deactivate it. Otherwise, it will automatically shatter, disappearing shortly after their death. What a waste of a precious artifact!" The white-haired man spoke in annoyance. 

Although this artifact was only a replica and had many flaws, nevertheless, one could not deny the effectiveness of this replica.

And also, the sheer amount of resources needed to make the replica was astronomical for those without money.

This was why the white-haired man was instantly annoyed when he heard that the artifact had been destroyed, along with those people that he had his subordinate hire to do the job. 

After a while, he asked the man on the projected screen of his communication device: "Did you confirm the brat's death as well? Although I never intended to kill him and was only curious and wanted to confirm my suspicions, if he dies, then that would be good and bad news at the same time. We definitely cannot afford to offend those two experts. Otherwise, if they find out that their son had died by someone's hand, they will do whatever they can to find out the identity of the culprit. What a headache, those useless bunch of trashes truly know how to leave behind a mess…"

[…Young Lord does not need to worry; We have confirmed the brat returning home safely through the men that we stationed near the vicinity of the house that he lives in.] The subordinate answered after a moment of silence. 

"What?! How is that possible? Are you telling me that he managed to survive against that many people? And what did you say, 'Safely?'" The white-haired man exclaimed in shock and immediately started pondering about this. 

'I was originally only interested in his ancestral background and relations due to his unique hair color, which was oddly similar to our Silvermoon family. But as it stands, things are not looking good after many attempts and failure at discovering his true identity.'

'And if he had somehow found out from those useless trashes that I was the one who sent them, then this would be troublesome as well…'

'With that possibility, rather than waiting and leaving it to chance or what-ifs, it was better to take action instead. Before he comes knocking on my door to seek revenge, I will have to deal with him covertly, even if I have to risk offending those two experts.'

'With that being said, it was not wise to jump to conclusions without assessing the situation first; I should probably test him myself and see if he was a stray member of the Silvermoon family or not. And if not, then I would probe him to find out if he learned anything about me from those useless trashes.'

'Depending on his answer, I might consider letting him live; if he knew about my involvement with those gangs, then I would have to get rid of him then and there, but if not, then I will spare him…'

After considering his course of action, the white-haired man raised his head and looked at the projected screen that had the subordinate's face displayed as he solemnly waited for his young lord's next orders. 

"For now, this is enough; Since it looks like that young man is quite capable, I will have to make time to see him instead. So I will have to ask you to monitor his schedule and inform me about it later so I could personally approach him rather than waste resources hiring those useless trashes." The white-haired man said to the subordinate. 

[…Understood, Young Lord. I will see to it right away.] The subordinate solemnly responded despite finding his young lord's actions a bit odd.

… 

After returning home, Randy immediately went downstairs to the basement, where the gym was to shower. 

He wanted to wash away the fatigue he had accumulated fighting against the sunglasses man and his men. 

When he came home, his mother was not home for some reason, and so, he did not have to explain why he had on his gym clothes instead of his school uniform. 

And upon closer inspection of the house, he noticed that it might not just be his mother and that perhaps both his mother and Lydia were not home due to how to tidy up the whole place was. 

Lydia, his little sister, always liked jumping around the sofas, which eventually caused the pillows placed in the couches to be either on the floor or in the wrong places. 

But now, they were neatly placed at where they belonged without any fault.

And besides, there was no way that his mother would leave his sister behind and then go out by herself. 

With that thought, he proceeded to head out of the bathroom and then went upstairs to the living room with a refreshed look on his face.

He then went to the second floor to his room to get some new clothes to change into them.

After that, he came downstairs to the living room again to have dinner by himself. 

At this point, Randy saw that there was some food covered with a foil paper on the dining table.

It seems like the food was prepared by his mother before she and his little sister went out. 

After he was done eating, he went to his room to sleep because today was a very tiring day. 

He only went out to buy some magic spell books, but he ended encountering a few obstacles. 

First was that young master Slandar from the Slandar family, and then afterward, the people sent by that Young Lord from the Silvermoon family. 

Now that he carefully thought about it, he realized something. 

'Aren't they both from the western district and also prominent families to boot? Is it a coincidence that they both seemingly targeted me on the same day?' 

Right now, Randy could not be bothered to think much about this, as it does not matter to him whether they were connected somehow. 

After all, he had already gotten rid of those gang members sent by that Young Lord, and even though he had to risk his life, the outcome and experience were well worth it, in his opinion.

And for some reason, despite him killing people for the first time, he did not feel that bad about it. 

In truth, it was almost uncannily natural for him to the point where he started questioning his actions but gave up in the end since he did not regret his actions today.

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