Devourer's Legacy: I Regressed With The Primordial Crest
Chapter 56: The Price just went up (2)

Chapter 56: The Price just went up (2)

It was straight up blackmailing! Renard had no intention of playing around, he also didn’t want to act in front of Eleanor, so he just spat it out.

But the one who was really shocked by this was Eleanor herself.

Firstly, she was trying hard to find out how Renard had learned about her plans. Secondly, she was taken aback by his change of attitude and now Renard is openly blackmailing her!

At this point, she had no choice but to hand over the money.

If her secret were exposed, Eleanor would lose everything—possibly even her life. Her siblings won’t leave her be if they realise she is plotting something behind their back!

Renard knew this perfectly as well, which was why he was pushing her so shamelessly.

’She probably hasn’t fully prepared to face her siblings yet. This threat only works because it’s now or never.’

Elenor Grace.

Known for her gentle, graceful demeanor and exceptional intellect, she was hailed as a paragon of nobility among the younger generation. The only reason she was pushed out of the successor battle is because she didn’t have any background support unlike her siblings.

And yet, in the future, she would become infamous among the Grace Family as the "Thorns of Grace"—one of the most cunning and ruthless leaders of her time.

In Renard’s previous life, she had systematically eliminated her siblings through careful political maneuvering, manipulated the current family head into retirement, and taken complete control of House Grace and its territory through a combination of influence and strategic marriages.

Although she would eventually receive backing from various merchant guilds and noble factions, her most significant asset in claiming leadership was the New Dawn Merchant Union.

Under the guise of providing regional trade security, New Dawn would raise a massive private force, making it not just a merchant organization but a formidable group with both financial and military power.

’She probably has other assets under development as well, but New Dawn is definitely her primary foundation.’

After securing her position as head of House Grace and expanding New Dawn into a continental merchant empire, Elenor’s ambitions would turn toward consolidating power across the northern continent.

The Grim family had already fallen by then but it is notable that half of the Grim family’s territory went to house Grace after it fell - Renard could already imagine the schemes that may have happened.

But that was all in the future or rather in the past for him.

’For now, she’s probably struggling just to keep her operations hidden from her family.’

House Grace had several potential heirs among the current generation.

There wasn’t much difference in age or capability between the siblings, so the competition for the succession was fierce and often deadly.

Her siblings wouldn’t sit idly by if it became known that she was secretly building her own power base out of personal ambition.

Elenor ground her teeth and glared at Renard with barely contained fury.

’How could that worthless fool... Does he know about my other connections as well?’

But the merchant union wasn’t her only concern.

If word spread about her secret activities, it would create suspicion about all her other careful plans. Even her mother, who had always favored her intelligence and capability, might begin to question her loyalty to the family if she heard rumors of secret organizations.

’Even just the suspicion alone is enough to destroy everything I’ve built.’

Of course, she didn’t think Renard had any concrete evidence. But it would be catastrophic if even a single person heard what he was claiming and started investigating. The wrong word in the wrong ear could unravel years of careful planning.

She couldn’t leave such a dangerous threat unaddressed.

Closing her eyes slowly, she spoke in a carefully controlled voice.

"Young Master."

"What? Have you changed your mind? Are you going to give me the money?"

"You’ve crossed far too many lines, Young Master. Unfortunately, this is where our conversation ends."

"Already? But I haven’t even received my payment yet."

Ignoring Renard’s casual words, Elenor spoke softly to the air.

"Handle this."

At that quiet command, a section of the wall covered by an ornate tapestry shifted, and a figure emerged from the hidden passage—a man dressed in dark clothing with a sword at his side.

However, Renard merely smirked without showing the slightest hint of surprise.

"If I die here, there will be serious consequences. Can House Grace handle a conflict with House Grim?"

"You’re putting too much faith in your family’s protection. Too bad they’re not here to save you. It’ll be as if you never arrived at this castle."

"So cold. Well... I already knew you were that kind of woman."

Renard calmly stood and placed his hand on the hilt of his sword as if he had expected this exact scenario. But Elenor only gave him a contemptuous look.

Everyone knew the awakening ceremony had just ended, considering that, Renard had only been dealing with his newfound powers for a few days. Maybe the rush of having abilities went to his head, making him act way too cocky.

It didn’t matter what rank his crest turned out to be—he still wouldn’t stand a chance against her guard, who had an immense experience.

Raising her chin with elegant disdain, she gave the command.

"Finish this quickly. I don’t want to see any more of this pathetic display. Let’s go, Umbra."

The cat-like spirit on her shoulder let out a soft purr of agreement.

Without giving Renard another glance, she turned toward the door. She also intended to go outside and give orders to eliminate the rest of his escort party.

Clang!

The sound of steel meeting steel rang out behind her.

"Urgh!"

And then a short, agonized scream echoed through the room.

Elenor’s expression hardened immediately, and she stopped dead in her tracks. She realized with a growing alarm that the scream hadn’t come from Renard.

When she turned back around, an unbelievable sight lay before her eyes.

Blood from the fallen assassin was seeping into the expensive carpet.

"For a hidden trump card, don’t you think he was a bit too weak? With all your money, you could’ve hired someone more competent."

Next to the corpse, Renard casually shook the blood off his sword, his expression completely relaxed as if he’d just completed a minor chore.

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