The Regressed Blood Knight’s Strategy

Chapter 129

Meanwhile, in the underground prison, Gregor's voice echoed loudly.

"What did you say? How do you know about him?" Gregor shouted, his voice full of anger.

His sharp tongue was still intact.

"If I tell you, what will you give me in return?"

"I won't tell you anything!"

"Are you playing games with me?"

Thud—

Kane’s foot landed squarely in Gregor’s abdomen.

"Ugh..."

"Hey, Bishop. If you refuse to answer when asked politely, it’s fine. But where do you get the nerve to fucking shout in front of me?" Kane replied, gathering mana around his fingers.

With a quick slash—

Swoosh!

"Argh!"

One of Gregor's ears was severed.

With his mana sealed, he couldn’t even stop the bleeding.

He couldn’t block out the pain either.

The agony was felt in full.

Blood trickled from Gregor’s nose and mouth.

But Kane remained indifferent.

"You’re not in a position to demand. You’re in a position where you must answer my questions. Got it?"

"Even now, you dare to—Argh!"

As Gregor opened his mouth again, Kane cut off his remaining ear.

"I said no."

Wiping the blood off his hands, Kane continued.

"I ask the questions. You only answer."

Terrified, Gregor involuntarily nodded.

Even a strong 7th class warriors reacts no differently than an ordinary person when they become the weaker party.

His stubborn defiance melted away, replaced by submission.

"You’ve heard rumors that I absorbed the ‘Blood Star.’ Yet, only you, a mere executioner, came here instead of your master. Why is that?"

Gregor’s eyes wavered slightly at Kane’s question.

Amidst the pain, he regained some of his composure.

‘Damn it, he’s asking about the master’s movements. What does he know?’

The master of the House of Sun was currently engaged in a significant task.

A plan that would draw the attention of the entire continent.

"You can’t solve this by rolling your eyes."

"I... don’t know."

"Then, shall I tell you? About what your master is planning?"

Kane curled his lips into a smirk.

Seeing that expression, Gregor felt a surge of unease.

"The master of the Meyer Family, the shitty house of the Sun, is going to invoke his authority as the High Priest of the Lycera Theocracy. He’s planning to gather people using a mysterious artifact that recently surfaced—the ‘Magical Robe of Temu,’ isn’t he?"

The Magical Robe of Temu.

It was a garment worn by Temu, the founding archmage of the School of Darkness.

Everyone across the continent knew why it was considered a powerful artifact.

Wearing the robe granted the user access to ‘Temu’s power.’

Temu himself had engraved powerful spells into the fabric of the robe.

After many years, a simple farmer stumbled upon this robe.

Once the farmer wore it, he wielded magic at the level of an 8-class mage.

"The Magical Robe of Temu not only holds engraved spells but also contains a mana core. While the ‘Blood Star’ might be a treasure of great power that’s difficult to control, the Magical Robe of Temu is accessible to anyone. It’s more than enough to attract people’s interest, don’t you think?"

Gregor didn't speak, but his expression revealed everything.

"So, it seems I was right. Since you keep failing, your master must be feeling the pressure too, huh?"

The events of the future had become a mess.

And it was all because of him—an outcome of the butterfly effect.

However, what remained unchanged were the major events.

The appearance of Temu's Magical Robe was one of them.

Originally, this event was supposed to happen five years later, but it had surfaced earlier.

"Rubbish! My master has no interest in such things. He lives solely for the peace of the continent! He’s not someone to be doubted by the likes of you."

Gregor's words hinted at how he viewed the master of the House of Sun.

"Thanks for taking the bait. Now it's clear—you're planning to use Temu's Magical Robe to sway the people of the continent."

There was no need to torture anyone for answers.

He already knew what would happen next.

Of course, the more he disrupted the story, the more intense the butterfly effect would be.

Yet, just like when he was Rey, the major events didn't change.

They simply shifted in timing or order.

Interrogating Gregor was only to confirm the occurrence of a major event.

Nothing more.

"Do you have anything to say before I ask my next question?"

Spit!

Gregor responded by spitting towards Kane.

"Then die."

Kane drew his Blood Sky Blade.

The wall, crafted from enchanted stone, was sliced cleanly.

At the same time, Gregor’s head rolled down.

Thud!

Kane crushed it without hesitation.

Not stopping there, he thrust the Bloodsky blade into Gregor’s heart.

All the moisture in Gregor’s body was absorbed through the Bloodsky blade, turning him into a mummy in an instant.

"One more to go before the promotion."

He had personally killed the First Seat, Second Seat, and Third Seat.

Using Isaac’s hand, he also got rid of the Seventh Seat.

Four were dead in total, leaving only one more for his promotion.

Suddenly, something felt off.

"There were seven executioners. Four are dead, and the remaining three should be here, but only two are in Rehinar. Where did the other one go? Didn't they all come here?"

It was unsettling.

It felt like he had overlooked something.

As Kane sheathed the Bloodsky blade, he sensed movement in the distance.

“In time. Let’s deal with what's right in front of me first."

---

Gillip, having been sent on an errand by Kane, easily made his way into the underground prison.

"Lord Kane!"

He cautiously called out Kane’s name as he approached.

From the dark corridor, Kane emerged.

"It looks like you returned safely. Did you handle the Frost Prison’s hidden territory well?"

"I did it perfectly, hehe."

"There’s no such thing as a perfect raid on a hidden territory. All you did was clean up the surrounding area. You may have defeated the mutated monsters, but the dark energy has only weakened, not vanished completely, right?"

"How did you know that?"

"Only a 7-class mage or higher using the Breath of the Blue Tiger can completely purify a hidden territory."

"Are you saying it requires both the breath technique of Twelve-star lord caliber and a mana level above 7-class?"

"Exactly."

That was the minimum requirement.

To completely close any secret realm, one would need to be at the 8-class level.

Gillip nodded seriously, muttering to himself.

"That means the Frost Prison's hidden territory could reactivate at any time."

"Still, it should remain quiet for a while. But keep a close watch around the area."

"Understood."

"What about the Red Poison Insect?"

"Here they are."

Gillip respectfully handed over a small box.

When Kane opened it, he saw a pair of Red Poison Worms inside.

“Who are you planning to feed them to?”

“Curious?”

“Of course.”

“Follow me.”

They walked through a dark passageway, venturing deeper until they reached a highly secured entrance. Passing through, they arrived at a prison made of enchanted stone.

“Gasp!”

“You know who this is, don’t you?”

“D-Dirk Hatzfeld!? Did you capture him?”

Kane merely smirked in response to Gillip's question.

“No way! You're going to use the Red Poison Worm on him?!”

Kane roughly grabbed Dirk’s cheeks.

“Mmph! What are you doing?!”

He then forced the male bug down Dirk’s throat.

“Yoshua, engrave blood mana into this man’s body.”

A crimson glow surged from Yoshua’s body.

A magic circle beneath his feet shimmered, and the mist that emerged infiltrated Dirk's veins.

“Aaargh!”

The mist formed a barrier, preventing the Red Poison Worm from being forcefully removed.

“It’s done, Your Grace.”

“Thank you. Lastly, I’ll infuse my mana to create a triple-layered seal.”

Yoshua looked at Kane with eager anticipation.

Each time he witnessed the Duke’s blood mana, his faith grew stronger.

Blood mana was the very foundation of their cult.

Just witnessing it gave him an unyielding sense of power.

Yoshua took a step back, adopting a reverent posture as he awaited the young master’s mana.

Whoosh!

An immense surge of mana erupted from Kane’s hand.

A swirling violet mist flowed out, sending the male bug deep into Dirk’s body in terror.

It sought the safest place—the mana reservoir, where the mana heart was located.

It burrowed in quickly, but there was no escaping Kane’s power.

A blood curtain formed around the male bug.

One barrier belonged to Yoshua, and the other was Kane’s own defense.

As Kane withdrew his hand from Dirk’s chest, Dirk convulsed and then fainted.

“With that weak spirit, you think you can compete for the position of successor?”

Kane forcibly woke the unconscious Dirk.

Thud!

Dirk was thrown against the wall, gasping for air.

“Gasp... huff...”

“You don’t even deserve the luxury of fainting.”

Realizing Kane’s ruthless nature too late, Dirk began to plead.

“S-Spare me! I’ll do anything you ask!”

Desperation filled his eyes.

Dirk had abandoned all pride.

‘I can’t be fooled by that fake demeanor.’

Even when Kane was Ray, Dirk had tried to kill him several times. But back then, Kane’s arrogance made him think he could alter the game’s storyline, that he could reform Dirk.

And what happened in the end? He got betrayed—by Dirk himself.

This guy would do anything when he was at a disadvantage. Becoming submissive when captured and facing death was all just an act.

“I do plan to let you live. That’s why I fed you the Red Poison Worm. You know what that means, don’t you?”

“R-Red Poison Worm? You put that cursed bug inside me?!”

Slap.

Dirk’s head snapped to the side, his cheek reddened from the blow. Kane had slapped him, leaving a mark.

“Not very humble for someone begging for their life, huh?”

Dirk gritted his teeth.

“S-Sorry…”

He swallowed his anger, his expression barely hiding his frustration.

Kane found it amusing—seeing Dirk's humiliated state was a rare sight.

“I’ll tolerate the disrespect since I don’t want to waste time looking at your disgusting face any longer. Let’s wrap this up quickly.”

Despite the insults, Dirk kept his composure. As long as he could escape this place, he’d be willing to lick the dirt off Kane’s shoes.

‘Once I get out of here, I’ll burn Rehinar to the ground, sparing not even a single ant. I’ll peel your flesh piece by piece and feed it to monsters.’

But Kane knew exactly what Dirk was thinking.

He had encountered him too many times before—this deceitful man who believed he could have his revenge if he made it out alive.

Kane crushed that hope without mercy.

“Not even your father, the Red Dragon Lord, will be able to get rid of that Red Poison Worm. It’s lodged in your heart, and only the one who implanted it can remove it.”

Dirk desperately clutched at his chest.

“…You!”

“As long as you obey me, you’ll be safe.”

“Using such underhanded methods, even though you’re from a noble family…”

“What do you want from me?!?!?!”

"Track all of Ray Hatzfeld’s movements and report them to me."

Dirk, who had been seething with anger, suddenly looked dumbfounded. He couldn’t believe that Kane wanted information about a mere royal prince, not even state secrets. The expression on his face seemed to question Kane’s sanity.

“There are so many other important matters, but why are you interested in that guy’s movements?”

“He bothers me. I can’t tell what he’s planning,” Kane replied coldly.

Dirk’s face lit up at those words, almost as if he was pleased to have found a common enemy.

“If that’s the case, I can give you all the information you need. Why not form an alliance with me? I could become a reliable ally for you.”

But Dirk’s excitement was based on a misunderstanding. Kane’s irritation about Ray had a different meaning.

When the story first started, things had gone as expected—except for one aspect. Ray Hatzfeld’s actions were the anomaly.

Originally, Ray was supposed to join Dirk in a plot to overthrow the Empire of Fresia. But unexpectedly, Ray had withdrawn from the scheme. From that moment on, his movements became a mystery.

Ray Hatzfeld was a genius, and even if Kane wasn’t currently possessing him, his abilities remained a threat. Ray had been covering his tracks and moving in ways that made him impossible to trace. His motives and plans were completely unreadable to Kane.

That uncertainty gnawed at him.

“Shut up and do as you’re told.”

Dirk, despite the harsh words, seemed delighted. To him, this was an opportunity—to escape from this place and to have a powerful adversary for Ray.

“If you change your mind, let me know. I’d be happy to join forces.”

Kane inwardly sneered at Dirk’s brazen attitude.

‘You’ll be nothing more than a pawn, used and discarded by me. In the end, you’ll be left in the dust, coughing up blood. For now, enjoy your false sense of hope.’