Devourer's Legacy: I Regressed With The Primordial Crest-Chapter 11: Blood Hounds (1)

A white ceiling came into view as Renard opened his eyes.

For a moment, his mind was blank. Then, with a sigh of relief, he thought—

"I'm alive!"

He had pushed his body to its limits, exhausting every ounce of strength and stamina without any essence. Not to mention, that weird Devourer had sucked his energy dry. No wonder he'd lost consciousness.

Even now, every inch of his body ached—proof that all this wasn't a dream. He had truly regressed into his younger self.

"Hmm... Where is this?"

The room was neither large nor lavish, but it was neat and elegant, furnished with minimal decor in a style befitting nobles. For some reason, Renard felt that this place was familiar.

His thoughts drifted to recent events. Wandering Warrior Jin's timing couldn't have been better—Renard was likely alive now, thanks to him. Since Aria had been hidden in the carriage, she should be safe as well.

Even so, Renard needed to see Aria with his own eyes and confirm her safety.

He was about to walk out of the room when the door suddenly swung open, and someone stepped inside.

"Young master! You're awake!!"

A woman dressed in a maid's uniform, her black hair neatly tied back, almost dropped the tray in her hand, which probably contained medicine. She barely managed to steady herself before the glass could slip and fall.

"Jenny?" Renard blurted out, recognizing the familiar face almost instantly.

"Huh? Young Master—you know my name?"

Jenny's shock was evident. From her perspective, this was their first meeting, but Renard's expression said otherwise.

Of course, Renard knew Jenny.

In his past life, after Jin had saved him, they had both arrived at the Draemir territory. Grief-stricken and devastated by his sister's death, Renard had fallen into depression and refused to return to Tiara's castle.

His grandfather, who loved him dearly and understood his pain very well, had allowed him to stay in the Draemir territory. While Renard lived in the shadow of that incident for numerous years, Jenny was the one who cared for him.

From the moment he set foot in the Draemir territory until the whole territory was swept up in war—she was there. Even after his mother's death, when he felt life was meaningless, she remained by his side.

After awakening a powerful ability in the middle of a war, she traveled the continent with Renard as his maid and died fighting alongside him in the battle when facing the Barbarians of the West.

She was one of the most important people in his life.

Seeing her now, alive and well, Renard couldn't control himself. He sprang up from his bed and hugged her tightly, his face pressed against her ample bosom.

"Kyaa! Young master??" The maid, taken aback by the sudden hug, screamed aloud.

Then—

BANG!

Suddenly, numerous figures stormed in through both windows and the door.

"What happened!!"

"Protect the young master!"

A group of guards jumped on Renard, shielding him with their bodies—leaving him utterly dumbfounded as he looked at the chaos he'd created!

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Once the misunderstanding was cleared up, as Renard explained there were no assassins present, the knights, scratching their heads in embarrassment, dispersed and returned to their posts.

From Jenny, Renard learned he had been unconscious for a whole day.

Having sweated heavily during the fight, Renard felt the need for a shower. He asked Jenny to prepare hot water and took a quick bath.

After getting cleaned up, he stood before the mirror.

'...I really am quite handsome, aren't I?'

His reflection showed the perfect young nobleman—flawless skin, bright eyes, not even a single scar in sight. He had never realized it in his past life, but with the brutal scars and hardened expression now gone, only the brightest version of Renard remained.

He was, without a doubt, a handsome child!

As he stared blankly at his reflection, Jenny chuckled beside him.

"You must really like your face, young master?"

"Yeah, I like it very much."

His confident response, completely without a hint of embarrassment, made Jenny feel speechless and awkward.

'Wow! I heard he fought the assassins, it seems like he hit his head quite hard in the process,' Jenny thought to herself, forcing a dry chuckle.

"You should rest a little longer, Young Master. Lord Augustus said he would meet with you in the evening," Jenny informed Renard before leaving the room.

But even after she left, Renard kept staring at the mirror—until...

CREEAKK!

Only when the door opened did his attention shift.

From the gap between the door and the frame, a small head peeked into the room.

"Brother?"

"Aria!"

Renard's face lit up at the sight of her!

She was a girl with black hair, no more than ten or twelve years old.

Seeing her filled Renard with relief.

He had planned to visit her, but she had come to him instead!

As Renard gazed at his sister, he couldn't help but think...

She really was an angel! How could she be so cute?

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But this time, he didn't act rashly and simply gestured for her to come inside.

The girl hesitated, wary, before slowly walking past the door to stand before him. She didn't say anything, just stood before him, studying him carefully.

"Are you alright?" Renard asked.

"Huh? Yeah, I wasn't hurt at all," she blurted, surprised by his kindness.

"What- how are you, brother? I heard you were injured."

Renard was indeed injured.

The leader of the assassins had given him quite a few slashes, but it seemed a priest had visited—his wounds were gone without a trace. Now, not even a single scar remained on his body. They must have healed him.

"Me? What will happen to me? I am your mighty brother!"

"Mighty?"

"Yeah! Did you see how I beat up those bad guys?"

Renard started gesturing wildly, boasting about himself, making Aria burst into laughter.

He watched his sister's smile, warmth spreading in his heart. He felt truly grateful for whatever had made him regress to this moment.

'She is a pitiful child.'

Aria had never met their father—the lord of Grim House was too busy to look after all his children. Besides, Renard and Aria weren't even from his official wife.

And their mother... she suffered from a terrible disease. Too afraid of passing her disease to them, she would never let them near her.

In a situation where neither parent looked after them, all Aria had was Renard.

But he hadn't been kind to her in his past life, and it had been too late by the time he realized the value of having a family.

Just as they were having a good sibling moment, a knock came from the door.

"Young master, it's me. Gerald."

Renard paused his story and turned toward the door.

"What is it, Gerald?"

"The Blood Hounds are here. They are requesting your presence."

Renard's eyes turned cold as he heard Gerald's words.

'Those bastards are here!'

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