Bad Born Blood

Chapter 305

Chapter 305Maria Oganov was a cold, calculating woman. Even with two of her own children dying right before her eyes, she immediately grasped the brutal reality and took action.  

'That’s the level of resolve it takes to survive as the leader of a wandering group.'  

If the leader faltered emotionally, the entire group would collapse. Had she allowed herself to be shaken by her children’s deaths, Crawler Sariel would have died as well.  

To others, she might have seemed like a heartless mother, but Maria was handling things appropriately.  

Wooong—  

Quilia, masked and moving without a trace, had completely erased her presence, as if she existed in another dimension.  

She had gone out to scout the one responsible for attacking Uriel and Raphael.  

In the meantime, I spoke to Maria.  

"Maria, what scent is Sariel most sensitive to?"  

"My 'scent.' I soaked a capsule with it."  

I frowned, accelerating my thoughts.  

"Have you lost anything recently? Something like a handkerchief… or underwear?"  

Maria blinked before gritting her teeth.  

"Goddammit! Some bastard I met at a tavern wanted my underwear, so I gave it to him as a gift."  

"That was a fucking stupid thing to do," I snapped.  

Maria pressed a hand against her forehead, veins bulging.  

"It’s not like he was the only one. And that was before the auction house raid… Ugh, forget it. Excuses are pathetic. I walked into a trap like an idiot."wo, three.'  

Counting silently, I kicked off the floor and shot up to the ceiling.  

Spinning midair, I clung to the ceiling as if gravity didn’t exist.  

Turrr—woom!  

Another Force blast erupted from the spot I had just been standing.  

'A Force ability focused on direct, intuitive attacks.'  

I drew Graken Vuth, gripping it with the blade angled downward. Today wasn’t Crucis’s time to shine—this was Graken Vuth’s moment.  

Bracing myself, I shattered the ceiling beneath me, launching straight at the assassin.  

At last, I was in close quarters.  

The assassin was unarmed—likely part of his disguise as an ordinary civilian.  

Whiiing!  

His rings pulsed with light, channeling Force. But it was already too late. Even the mightiest cannon was useless if it never got the chance to fire.  

Whiik! Kick!  

I yanked his arm forward and slashed with Graken Vuth in a lightning-fast motion.  

A brilliant white arc carved through the air, slicing across his fingers.  

Thudududuk!  

All ten fingers severed at once, scattering to the ground.  

Grit!

I thrust my left hand into the assassin’s mouth and yanked downward. His jawbone shattered, leaving his lower face hanging loose.  

That would prevent him from committing suicide, making a report, or communicating in any way.  

Without pause, I struck his knees and elbows with rapid blows.  

His joints broke apart grotesquely, limbs hanging limp like snapped strings. With no structural support, his arms and legs twisted unnaturally.  

Whik!  

I turned and stomped down on his back, pressing him into the ground. At the same time, I shoved Graken Vuth against the back of his head. If he tried anything, I would drive the blade straight through.  

The fight was over. He was completely neutralized.  

I caught my breath and scanned the surroundings.  

Wuuung.  

The distortion concealing Quilia flickered before she reappeared. She had been caught in the Force explosion, suffering various wounds, but nothing life-threatening.  

"Can you move?" I asked.  

"I hit my head, so I have a concussion. But I’ll recover soon."  

Using the wall for support, Quilia slowly pushed herself up.  

"Ghh… Krgh… Mmgh…"  

The assassin groaned through his shattered jaw.  

"Can we get any information out of him?"  

"It’ll be difficult. If his jaw were intact, he would have already used the poison in his molars to kill himself."  

"You know quite a bit."  

"I was almost recruited into the assassin unit myself. About half of my combat training came from them. He won’t talk. It’s best to kill him now."  

"I had a reason for keeping him alive. It should be Maria who kills him, not me. This is her children’s murderer. She’ll want to do it herself. And this way, I can make her owe me a favor."  

I turned to see Maria and Sariel approaching from beyond the broken wall.  

Quilia struggled but moved to stand beside me.  

"This is my first time working with you, but I’m astonished by how quickly you calculated everything… It’s almost as if—"  

I already knew what she was about to say. Quilia had seen his methods up close.  

"…Like Kinuan?"  

She nodded.