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Deception and concealment were different.
With deception, you only needed to fool yourself, and then you could fool pretty much everyone else.
Concealment was different, though.
No matter how well you hid something, there would always be flaws.
Even if you hid a leaf in a forest, you could still run into a bespectacled elementary schooler and a high schooler with a little ponytail tirelessly hunting for discrepancies.
If you ran into an adult with a pipe in his mouth and a deerstalker hat on his head, congratulations-you had hit the jackpot.
Heber the Blood Drinker had experienced similar things.
So, when faced with his absolute "fatal weakness," he had chosen to "forget"!
That was right!
Forget!
After using Distortion to change "his descendants' blood could kill him" into "the blood of his direct female descendants within five generations would deal him fatal harm," he had forgotten part of it!
That part was crucial!
It was also what he had hidden beneath layer upon layer!
That part was-
Only a member of the Blood Clan possessing the blood of his direct female descendants within five generations could deal him fatal harm.
Heber the Blood Drinker had used a Mystic Art of the Blood Clan to make himself forget that part.
Then, only when he came into contact with a direct female descendant within five generations would he remember it.
Otherwise?
There was no possibility of anyone prying into it.
After all, even he did not remember.
As expected of me!
The memories suddenly flooding his mind almost made Heber the Blood Drinker burst out laughing.
He admired his own decisiveness.
Even more, he mocked the ignorance of the South Los Medium before him.
In the end-
"Ha ha ha."
The former Demigod simply could not hold it in and