"B-Bloodline?"
Aezel and Aleshia stared at each other in shock.
"I think… I'm a Rubrignis..?" Lawrend muttered with his eyes wide in disbelief.
"No way…"
"What…"
Aleshia and Aezel couldn't accept it. After all, that hateable Vernon was from the Rubrignis Clan. Their impression of the clan was a clan full of arrogant bastards.
'But why did my father say that the Rubrignis Clan was my enemy? I need to understand this before I leave to the empire,' Lawrend thought to himself.
"Aleshia, lend me a dagger," Lawrend said.
"Here, Master. Be careful."
She passed him her black dagger.
Lawrend faced his wrist upright. He then slowly slit it.
His blood fell down and landed on the small pond below.
*FIZZ*
The blood in the pond boiled heavily. Lawrend continued pouring his blood into it.
*Fwoom!*
