Timeless Assassin

Chapter 37 - The Mu Clan?

"This brat is from the Mu Clan."

Adrian's words landed like a hammer, final and absolute, but inside Leo's mind, they only created chaos.

Leo did not react outwardly, keeping his expression dazed and unfocused to maintain the illusion that the drugs had taken full effect. But beneath the surface, his thoughts churned violently, trying to make sense of what he had just heard.

Mu Clan? Me?

The possibility had never even crossed his mind before today.

Even without his memories, something deep within him rejected the notion entirely, as if his very instincts refused to accept the label that had just been stamped onto him.

The Mu Clan was one of the Six Great Clans—a family of warriors so refined and elite that they operated at the very pinnacle of universal power.

Their heirs were born into prestige, raised in wealth, molded by the finest teachers and strategists the universe had to offer.

And yet, he was supposed to be one of them?

It didn't add up.

For all the reasoning Adrian had laid out—his smooth mana circulation, his silent movements, his ability to withstand intimidation—Leo still couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.

That no matter how well the pieces seemed to fit, they had been forced together rather than them naturally aligning.

That someone—somewhere—was desperately trying to pass him off as a member of the Mu Clan.

But why?

Was this an elaborate scheme by a minor clan trying to elevate their status? Had they created a false heir, hoping to slip one of their own into the academy under a powerful name?

Or was it something more insidious?

Could the Evil Cult be behind this? Had they planted him here as a sleeper agent, wiping his mind to ensure he integrated seamlessly into the Righteous Alliance—waiting for the perfect moment to trigger his true allegiance?

But that didn't make sense either.

If the Evil Cult was truly responsible, wouldn't he feel something—some buried instinct, some deep-rooted pull toward their cause? Even if his past self had ties to them, the current him had no such inclinations. No loyalty. No hidden sense of belonging.

If he had been one of them, they wouldn't have let him go so easily.

Which only left one final, far more dangerous possibility.

That this was the work of another Great Clan.

A game of deception on a level beyond his understanding.

The Six Great Clans were locked in constant political warfare, always maneuvering, always scheming, always looking for ways to undermine one another.

If one of them had placed him here, under the guise of a Mu Clan heir, then he wasn't just a pawn—he was bait.

But for who? And for what purpose?

His thoughts moved too quickly for his sluggish, drugged mind to keep up with, and yet, through all the spiraling theories, one certainty stood above everything else.

'I am not from the Mu Clan.'

He didn't know how he knew it. He had no memories, no past to verify it. But it didn't matter.

Some things weren't remembered. They were felt.

And every fiber of his being told him that he had never been noble-born.

He was not the kind of person who had grown up in a lavish estate, trained under prestigious masters, and had his path paved for him by wealth and lineage.

No.

He could feel it in his bones.

He had crawled his way up from something else. Something lower. Something harsher.

So why, then—why—was someone trying so hard to convince the world otherwise?

Before Leo could dwell on the thought, Adrian's voice cut in.

"Alright," the psychologist mused, flipping to a fresh page in his notes. "Let's move on to something more... direct."

His gaze sharpened. "What are your thoughts about the Evil Cult? Do you know what they are?"

Leo didn't hesitate this time as he delved straight into a response.

"I don't particularly know what they are, but I visited the library yesterday to fill in some gaps in my memory." he began, as Adrian nodded for him to continue.

"From what I read, they're a foolish organization on the verge of being wiped out completely," Leo said plainly. "They control less than five percent of the universal land and are locked in a war they can't win. Their leader has been dead for two thousand years, yet they're still clinging to a lost cause."

Adrian noted something down before asking his next question.

"Do you have any inclinations to join them in the future? Any sympathies?"

Leo shook his head. "None. They seem like too much trouble, and I don't want that kind of problem in my life."

A soft beep.

Truth.

A soft smile spread on Adrian's face as the machine registered Leo's response as the truth, as he seemed to now be genuinely satisfied with the results of the interrogation.

Opening the thick dossier that he closed at the start of the conversation once again, he flipped to the page where Leo's information was to be noted.

Threat Assessment – Potential Affiliation with the Evil Cult: ➤ NONE.

Psychological Strength as a Warrior: Above average.

Mental Fortitude: Noteworthy. @@novelbin@@

Sub-notes:

➤ Possible Mu Clan Descendant.

➤ Unusual natural discipline. Exceptional mental control.

➤ A student worth monitoring this year.

With a satisfied nod, Adrian shut the file, his smirk lingering as he gave Leo one last, approving glance.

"Welcome to Rodova Military Academy, Mr. Skyshard," he said smoothly, tapping the closed dossier. "I hope the rest of your tests go as well as this one. I'll be keeping an eye on you this year—"

"Sabrina–" he said, signalling towards his assistant.

"Take him to the recovery room. Let the drugs wear off properly before his next evaluation."

Sabrina responded immediately, stepping to Leo's side and slipping her arm around his waist.

Leo, still feeling the lingering effects of the injections, barely had the strength to resist as she pulled him up, guiding his half-limp body toward the exit.

Unlike earlier, when she had handled him with disinterest, her demeanor now had shifted entirely.

Unlike the cold indifference before, her demeanor now was soft, sweet, almost too sweet, as she tried to leave a good first impression on Leo's mind.

Deliberately leaning in, she let her warm breath brush against his nose, as she exhaled a little forcefully to make sure her floral scent lingered in his nose.

She was trying to seduce him. Trying to leave a positive impression, however, unfortunately for her, Leo did not give a rats ass about her pathetic attempts.

"You're gonna recover soon... I'll help you." she said in a soft coaxing tone, however, her vixen like voice only made Leo's stomach convulse in repulsion.

Leo's mind was still sluggish, but not enough to miss what was happening.

This bitch was a gold digger.

She had heard Adrian's assessment.

She had heard the words 'Mu Clan.'

And now—now—she had suddenly decided that he was worth being 'helpful' to.

A fact that made Leo immediately hate her guts.

It seemed like his newfound 'status' came with more than just attention.

It came with... shifts in people's attitude.

But he had no intention of leaning into this newfound status. Not yet.

Being mistaken for a noble had its benefits—but it also came with scrutiny. And right now, scrutiny was the last thing he needed.

Until he figured out who he really was, Leo knew that it was best to stay in the shadows.