As I rembered how deadly Aki was in battle, Vincent added a few more tidbits that I never expected.
"My lord, after we separated from Lady Aki, phantoms from the White Guard also captured my people."
"White Guard?"
"They are the elite unit serving the princess of the North Arican battle front. Their fighting skills are rumored to be on par with the Specters."
"Why would they bother with your n at all?"
"It seems that our attempts to find you were tracked on both the Grave Network and the Surface Web. There have been reports of an elite hacker recently taking over the Graveyard."
"..."
Bella told that they wanted to protect Earl's family. My heart felt warm at the Sirens' imdiate action. At tis like this, I rembered that these wonderful won were all in my corner.
"Actually, my lord. It was not only the White Guard. The ebony death stalker, the shooting star, the white-tailed spider, and the Valkyrie of Ivaldi. My n have almost died several tis in the last twenty-four hours."
Why were there so many big nas guarding my family? They must have been part of the White Guard or sothing. After all, I was told that only Phantoms were given nicknas.
Well, if they were guarding my family, I did not care what they called themselves. Besides, these gangster bastards needed to learn so manners. With a weight off my mind. I focused on my most pressing concern.
"Can I get my damn car already? I still have things to do."
"Of course, this way, my lord."
"Why do you keep calling that?" I asked.
"Because we are your servants and you are our new master."
"But I am not yet? Don't you still belong to Raymond?"
"We no longer do, though that may be true on paper. Our loyalty now lies with you. No matter what happens today or two days from now. You have beco similar to our progenitor."
"Calm down Vincent, I am not anything yet."
Vincent walked down to the elevator behind his office. All the way we passed huge, burly guys who looked like they bench-pressed 400 pounds.
After a few minutes, we finally arrived at an underground parking lot filled with Cadillac Escalades.
When we arrived, Vincent directed to a small table and stayed there as we continued our conversation.
"Frankly, I have everything riding on you, my lord."
"What do you an?"
"I actually took advantage of your lack of knowledge of reaper matters. Giving Reaper blood to a human is extrely frowned upon. Almost illegal under certain circumstances. Most Reapers would not even consider my proposal."
Huh? Why would giving blood to a human beco illegal? The only downside I could think of was that humans with lousy fighting abilities would just die.
Even the Production guilds and schools for Academics were expected to be able to kill at least a rank F. If one did not have at least that level of will to fight, the humans would die imdiately during their enlistnt.
"My lord does not seem to know. While the existence of the Reapers is an open secret to politicians and the truly powerful, it is generally kept confidential. So normally, unless one gains the support of a powerful or influential Reaper. Rogue Reapers are killed."
"Rogues?"
"Yes. They are people who beca Reapers outside of the will of the battle front. The Reapers who have gone through the proper process are called official Reapers. All seven continents have one answer to rogues."
"And what is that?" I asked.
"They are terminated with extre prejudice."
"..."
Vincent seed to be a walking goldmine of information. I didn't even know Rogue Reapers existed. This calls into question the whole story Lilly told .
'John, do you know how many people joined your enlistnt? It was twenty thousand. That was all the entire world could produce for a month. Each day over 80,000 die. That over 2.4 million people in a month. Yet despite our best efforts July only had 20,000 who accepted the terms to join the reapers.
And just like with your case, out of that 20,000 only 200 survived the first night.'
Both could not be true. If David's forces were killing off rogue Reapers, they weren't desperate for more people. Otherwise, if they were desperate, they would be hiring the rogues instead to allow them to beco official.
Unless there was sothing fundantally different about the rogues that could not be tolerated.
'What could that be? Oversight? Skill? Or perhaps sothing darker?'
I asked Vincent. I felt like I had developed an itch I couldn't scratch.
"Then wouldn't you and your family beco rogues by drinking my blood? Why does my blood even matter?"
"My lord, for a reaper to be born, three things must be satisfied. A willing human on the verge of death. The blood of an existing Reaper. And souls for transformation. The cost varies according to my master, but the reaper must pay for a human to be reborn."
My finger unconsciously went to the spot where Roland Winchester had bitten. His words about my last monts as a human echoed in my mind.
I had assud that he had sucked my blood like a vampire. But in reality, he probably did sothing similar to what I had done to Aki.
'That's because you're already dead, boy. Anyway, your heroism earned you an invitation to join the Reapers. You had a lot of regrets, didn't you? I offer you a second chance to live again and fulfill them all.'
"Blood, soul, and will," I murmured.
If I used my knowledge of ani and manga, vampires prioritized bloodlines because it asured the power one would gain from their heritage. The purer or closer a vampire was to their roots, the more powerful that vampire would be.
If the purity of a Reaper's bloodline was necessary to beco one, then the less people knew about it, the better. Famous ones would be coveted and possibly even murdered for their blood.
Once again, I felt I was in way over my head. If I was going to give my blood to the Derycks, I needed to know why they had chosen .
"Why did you decide that I would accept you? What would you have done if I had refused?"
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