Regressor of the Fallen Family novel Chapter 80

Chapter 80

Less than a week after Rogan and the Sword Master returned from their audience with the king, the long-awaited event happened. The Sword Master, who was in the middle of training, heard the news and rushed into the inner house, visibly startled. That very day, the heir to the Esperanza family was born.

Uahaha! A familiar laugh could be heard, even though no one was nearby.

It was a day when, had it been a commoners baby, they would have been wrapped warmly in a corner of the room, away from any strangers gazes. The Sword Masters mansion had been bustling for weeks in preparation for the daughter of the Sword Masters party.

The birth celebration was both a tradition of the Grandia nobility and usually reserved for the birth of sons, but the Sword Masters unusual love for his child prompted most of the capitals nobility to accept the invitation.

Logan, whose purpose in coming to the capital was this very party, of course also attended.

-Introducing the heir to the Maclaine family, young master Rogan Maclaine.

As the servant announced his name, the doors to the banquet hall opened and eyes turned to observe Logan. The situation had changed dramatically from the previous year when he had lurked around the parties of the capital because of Imporlic.

The disciple of the Sword Master.

That title alone was enough to overflow with interest in him.

He looks so young

Hes only twenty-one.

Murmurs of curiosity poured in.

And naturally, it wasnt just looks that followed him.

Young master Rogan, may I have a moment of your time

Master Rogan, it is an honor to meet you. I am

The aggressive approaches were enough to fluster Logan.

Fortunately, the attention on him did not last too long. By a curious twist of fate, the evenings most important guest arrived immediately after him.

-Representative of the King of Grandia, the delegate of the Union Church, Bishop Crimson Matthew has arrived!

As the servant exclaimed, an elderly man with neatly combed white hair, donning a long white judicial hat, entered. His ecclesiastical robe was also pure white, save for the nine circles depicted on it.

The entrance of the old man, the symbol of kindness, prompted all nobles to bow their heads to him. The bishop in turn offered a slight bow to the partys host seated at the high table.

Congratulations on the birth of your descendent, Duke.

Thank you, Bishop. Its a great honor to have you here in person.

The Sword Master also rose to return the gesture. Normally, any position at or above the High Priest within a church could not be disregarded by someone of the Sword Masters status.

The old man chuckled at the proper etiquette displayed.

How could I send someone else? Its the mainstay of this country, the Sword Masters child that has been born. Its only right that I personally provide the blessing.

Haha. Once again, I truly appreciate it.

In Grandia, as well as most of the continents nobility, it was considered imperative for a child to receive the divine blessing upon birth. It was believed that these blessings could influence the abilities and temperament of future generations.

Not being able to have a priest perform the childs blessing was considered a sign of a fallen family. Among these, the blessing from the fifth god Agna, the god of trees and life, was sought by all parents for their childs health. Hence, a blessing from Bishop Crimson Matthew, a high-ranking cleric, was especially appreciated by the Sword Master.

With everyone in the banquet hall focused, the bishop slowly made his way to the high table.

The most prestigious place in the hall.

Normally this would have been the Dukes seat, but now an elegant small bed, unbecoming of a party setting, was placed there.

Upon it lay a tiny child swaddled in soft-looking blankets, sleeping peacefully until the mother, with a pale complexion, carefully lifted her child in her arms. The child then woke up to the unfamiliar touch and cried out.

Whaaa!

As a humble servant, I implore the nine divine gods to look upon us

The bishop, lifting the child, began to murmur as all eyes and ears attended to the ceremony, with his gentle voice adding to the babys cries. Soon, a white light, barely visible through the white clerical robe, slowly began to intensify, enveloping both the bishops body and the infant.

So, this is divine power.

Logan concentrated his senses as he witnessed divine power for the first time in this life. In his past life, he only thought of these as sudden, miraculous occurrences that changed situations without feeling any flow of power.

Even the divine power of intermediate priests had been invisible to his eyes.

But the sensation he felt now was different.

Closer to the source than Force, more hidden than Mana. No wonder its so hard for others to perceive.

Even though he already knew his sensory abilities, to be precise, his cognitive abilities were exceptionally beyond the realm, he simply imprinted the newly felt characteristics of divine power in his mind as he watched the consecration process.

Wow!

Truly the Bishop!

Such clear divine power!

As exclamations arose around him, the baby held by the bishop stopped crying and blinked with wide blue eyes, seemingly fascinated by the light.

In the name of Agna, the god of life, I bless the newly born offspring of Esperanza.

Flash!

As a dazzling white light filled the banquet hall and then dissipated, applause erupted.

Duke, congratulations!

Such a strong light, this child is bound to be remarkable!

Congratulations, Duke!

The Sword Master smiled brightly amidst the applause while simultaneously bowing in gratitude to the guests.

However, only two people in the entire room were not smilingBishop Crimson and Logan.

The divine power rebounded off the baby?

Logan accurately perceived that the final bright light was not the maximization of the blessing but rather a reflection off the babys body.

If he had felt it, how could the bishop, the person concerned, not realize it? The bishop, with a bewildered expression, handed the crying baby back to the birth mother and once again invoked the white light.

Youve done well, Duchess. Please take some time to rest comfortably with the child.

Once again bathed in the white light, the Duchesss complexion eased slightly, and the baby stopped crying, seemingly enjoying the warmth.

But.

Again?

The childs body repelled the divine power once more.

Even the bishop, feigning composure, had a noticeable stiffened expression.

Whats the matter, Bishop?

Oh, nothing. Your Grace. The child is so lovely I must have lost myself for a moment.

However, the bishops complexion was far from serene.

The Sword Master also felt something amiss, his own expression tightening slightly.

Oh, its been a long time since Ive done a blessing. Perhaps Im a bit tired. Excuse me, I think I must retire early.

There was no stopping the churchs bishop from leaving.

Ladies and Gentlemen! Enjoy the party! Lets celebrate the birth of new life! Raise your glasses!

The Sword Master quickly tried to revitalize the atmosphere in the wake of the bishops abrupt departure. Even though the bishops departure left a few doubts in the minds of some, Logans thoughts were clouded with unease.

Why?