The Regressed Blood Knight's Strategy

Chapter 187

[translator - helga ]

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chapter 187

vlad calmed his mind and knelt before the statue.

“zero, why don’t you join me in prayer?”

“why should i?”

“praying together will double our sincerity.”

“oh, that’s true!”

zero quickly moved beside him and knelt as well.

clasping his hands, he closed his eyes.

‘lord blata, please appear before me. i want to prevent the chaos in rehinar.’

‘lord vlad is earnestly seeking you, lord blata. as the only friend of his grace the duke, please save rehinar from this turmoil.’

vlad and zero shut their eyes tightly, fervently crying out in prayer.

but blata did not appear.

their prayers continued.

thirty minutes.

an hour...

half a day.

before they knew it, a whole day had passed, then two days.

only one day remained.

time was running out.

yet, despite their prayers, blata did not appear.

“zero, are we even praying correctly here?”

“could it be because we’re praying silently?”

“then should we speak our prayers aloud with more sincerity?”

zero nodded.

determined, vlad and zero resumed their prayers.

“great and mighty lord blata! please appear before us!”

“we humbly beseech the descent of the strongest blata in all the world.”

“only you, lord blata, can save rehinar in its time of crisis.”

the atmosphere shifted.

the eyes of the statue flashed for a brief moment before dimming again.

after a long time spent praying, vlad opened his eyes and turned to zero.

“ah! i made a mistake!”

“what mistake?”

“we shouldn’t have referred to him as lord blata!”

“then what should we call him?”

“vladimir bu pavil legilere?”

“ah, you mean by his full name?”

“yes! i’ve heard that only grandfather is allowed to call him blata.”

“who told you that?”

“my grandmother.”

“then it must be true.”

vlad’s grandmother was desdemona. if she said so, it must be correct.

with that, the two corrected themselves and fervently called out.

“holy and magnificent vladimir bu pavil legilere, please save rehinar!”

“we earnestly beseech the descent of vladimir bu pavil legilere, who rivals his grace the duke in might. please, reveal yourself before lord vlad!”

had their desperate cries reached blata?

a shadow that had been watching from the darkness stepped down from the statue.

“you were looking for me?”

“wah!”

"ah!"

vlad and zero jumped in surprise.

their startled reactions caused the shadow to flinch as well.

"yikes! you scared me!"

it was an awkward moment for all of them.

the shadow, blata, quickly regained its composure, striking a pose full of grandeur.

vlad cautiously asked, "wh-who are you?"

"you were the ones who called me," the figure replied.

"v-vladimir bu pavil legilere?"

this was vlad and zero's first time seeing blata.

in the stories passed down, blata was described as a powerful and fearsome figure.

but the being standing before them?

it was the complete opposite of fearsome.

he was... cute and endearing.

so much so that they doubted whether this creature was truly blata.

"is there anyone else who dares use my name? who would you confuse me with, to the point of doubting my identity?"

“summon everyone,” kane ordered.

***

the family hall was soon packed with rehinar’s bloodline and vassals.

irel rehinar’s close allies all wore grim expressions, their faces sour with distrust.

they had mobilized every resource at their disposal to search for blata’s traces, combing through every corner—even scouring the grand cathedral where vladimir and zero had prayed. but they found nothing.

yet now, vlad rehinar claimed to have found blata.

they assumed he was lying.

until—

a shadow darted toward kane.

hop!

the shadow leapt into kane’s arms.

it was an impossibly cute, sleek, agile tiger cub—not the chubby creature it had once been.

“it’s been a while,” the cub said.

“how have you been, kane?”

“more or less the same,” kane replied casually.

as kane conversed with the tiger cub, the faces of irel’s allies twisted in disbelief.

the blata that vlad rehinar had brought back was undeniably real.

the powerless young duke was now poised to inherit the title of the great guardian of rehinar.

this revelation threw irel’s allies into disarray.

if vladimir became the successor, all of irel’s supporters would inevitably face purges.

desperate, they began their final attempt to resist.

"our sour family cannot obey the duke's orders."

"the veleno family feels the same. please reconsider."

"arland, too, cannot agree to this."

these were all noble families that had recently risen in the ranks of rehinar.

old and prestigious houses, however, followed vlad rehinar.

there was one reason why vlad's inner circle lacked strength:

if the nobles built their own power bases, it would bring trouble to their lord.

to prevent that, the old families kept their influence moderate, refraining from expanding.

this restraint allowed the newer nobles to grow instead.

“there are those in rehinar who deny you,” kane said, his gaze sweeping over each of them.

"let’s kill them all. when did you ever leave such pests alive? even if your end is near, this weakness is unlike you."

"even if we kill them all, there will always be those who rise once i’m gone."

“then just crush them completely so they never rise.”

“i don’t have much time left.”

blata scanned kane’s body carefully.

the powerful blood mana that once surged through kane was now dissipating.

it was barely held together by the flow of natural energy.

but even that wouldn’t last much longer.

“this is why you sought me out?”

blata turned his gaze to vlad rehinar.

a mere 1st class warrior.

among kane’s bloodline, vlad possessed the weakest blood rune.

he was a dullard.

but there was something unique about him.

[a blood polar body? not one of the five elements that kane had, but just focusing on blood mana without anything else hindering it?]

[i knew you’d recognize it.]

[now i understand why kane wants to entrust the family to that child.]

if the child’s potential were fully realized, he would wield the most formidable power.

the problem, however, was his lack of influence.

pairing blata with him would resolve this issue.

“you’re the only one i can trust.”

“hehe, am i not reliable?”

blata chuckled lightly, but then sent a secret voice message to kane.

[kane, you’ve already assimilated the five elements and reached 10th class, so why are you so willing to die? unlike kesh myer, you could ascend to the celestial realm.]

[i’m currently undergoing the trial of death. i hope this is the final test bestowed by the gods.]

[so, in the end, you’ve chosen reincarnation as a human. you haven’t changed—then or now.]

blata’s voice carried a trace of bitterness.

as his cryptic words lingered, kane’s consciousness began to fade.

“master!”

“your grace, the duke!”

“please stay with us!”

familiar voices, including desdemona’s, echoed around him.

but he couldn’t respond.

before his dimming vision stood only blata.

blata, revealing his true form, gazed silently at kane.

[translator - helga ]

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