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    At this point, I’ve played my part. Now, it’s just a matter of waiting to see when the Griffins decide to hand me over to the Church.

    How can I be so certain that’s what will happen? Well, this is my second time carrying the name “Griffin,” after all.

    During my first isekai life, having read far too many transmigration novels, I initially accepted everything as a given. From the moment I inhabited Asher Griffin’s body, I treated his circumstances as “default settings,” never bothering to look into the original host’s past. I simply did as I pleased.

    Back then, all I knew was that both of Asher’s parents had died young. No one spoke of the cause of death, and frankly, I didn’t care to ask.

    During our conquest, there was a time I helped a destitute village drive off monsters, and the locals thanked me profusely. The Hero’s party had originally deemed the village not worth the effort and planned to bypass it, but after finding no better place to rest nearby, they were forced to turn back.

    Jullius was displeased to see the villagers showing me gratitude. He got drunk and began hurling insults at me, and in his stupor, he let a few secrets slip. I pieced those drunken curses together into a coherent story.

    The rightful heir to the Marquis title should have been Asher’s grandfather, not Jullius’s.

    In Averula, titles are passed to the eldest son. Only if the eldest dies without an heir does the title pass to the second son. Jullius’s grandfather had concealed the existence of Asher’s father—who was born six months after his own father’s death—and brazenly usurped the Marquis title.

    Asher’s grandmother was in frail health, and her own family had suddenly declined. She used the last of her strength to ensure her son’s survival before passing away.

    When Asher’s father grew up, he returned to reclaim what was rightfully his, only to be slandered as an illegitimate child. Ultimately, both he and his wife perished in a “carriage accident.”

    Asher, only two years old at the time, narrowly escaped death. News that his father carried Griffin blood had already leaked to the Averulan nobility; not wanting to be branded as child-murderers, the Griffin family was forced to take him in and raise him until now.

    Even though I am not the real Asher Griffin, hearing that secret made my skin crawl with disgust.


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    So, if you ask me whether Jullius and his father are heartless enough to hand me over to the Church to be harvested for mana? I’d bet my life on it.

    They’ll likely need a day to notify the Church, so I plan to use tonight to prepare backup plans in case things don’t go as expected.

    I sat down on my bed and pulled up my status window. It had been a while since I last checked my stats.

    Name

    Asher Griffin

    Race

    Human

    Health

    70/82

    Mana

    536/???

    Strength

    61

    Intelligence

    375

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