The rest of the week was surprisingly uneventful. I had worked through all of my memories in regards to that girl Grey said that was royalty but could not find any leads.

Staring at her through the window’s reflection, I began pondering if killing her was the right move. There was honestly no reason to end her, not to mention she was a part of the royal family. Which also greatly confused me.

Grey didn’t say she was a princess or a cousin of the royals, but rather someone apart of the royal family, meaning she was adopted or someone gifted her to the royals for protection.

Playing with the pen in my hand, Victoria’s luscious voice sounded, “Attention!!! We will finally begin weapon training today. From this day forth, you all will be carrying your weapon around with you. We will be giving each of you your weapon of choice today.”

A golden smiled graced my lips as two military officers stepped into the classroom. Quickly calling everyone by name before handing them a weapon. Stepping up when my name was called, I suddenly saw a large spear almost twice my size appear in my hand. It wasn’t exquisite, but I could feel it was well made.

Stepping back to my chair, I placed it against the window as I waited for everyone to get their weapons. Once the weapons were distributed, Victoria smirked, “Good, let’s head to the training field now.”

Standing on the grassy field, the gentle winds of spring assaulted my senses as a tall man with a large scar that traced from his eye to his lip stood tall and majestic. He glared at everyone as if seemingly looking at shit before shouting in a commanding voice, “Today, you will be learning about the art of killing. Each of you will attack me with the intent to kill,”

Knowing that most children, even the aristocrats, would not begin weapon until five or six, I frowned as I couldn’t understand this exercise’s objective but still followed orders the scarred man gave.

Readying my spear, I began analyzing how the scarred man moved as he dodged some of the small kids’ clumsy attacks with little effort. Most of them had zero skill and had just entered the Realm of Blood’s first stage, but that didn’t stop the scarred man from brutally striking them, staining the ground crimson, shouting out the next name on his list.

“Yura Springfield,”

With a profound movement, I saw the young royal quickly rushed towards the scarred man with her longsword in hand. Her blade held the gracefulness of a dancer and viciousness of a tiger as she struck out, surprising the scarred man.

Slightly sidestepping, the man smiled before his leg shot out, moving so fast a massive explosion sounded as his leg rushed through the air, striking her in her solar plexus before she could react, blasting her back with ruthless intent. Blood spurted from Yura’s eyes and mouth as she skidded like a rag dog over the grassy field.

With an eerie stare, he grinned, licking his lips as he eyed the young girl, something unholy pulsing behind his piercing gaze.

“Arsène…Snow,” he bellowed with a slight pause of his lord’s name.

My eyes flickered at the light pause of my name as I stepped out, staring at Yura, who was vomiting a mixture of her breakfast and organs. I looked up; as the scarred man was tracing his scar with his fingers as he stared at me. I could feel the hatred pooling from his eyes as he spread his arms wide, “attack, boy!”

I had not had any formal training like Yura looked to have had, but I had gained a lot watching the fights in the training hall with my comprehension.

“My name is Isula Ashma,” he coldly said as I charged forward. Smiling under my breath, my spear was thrust out, penetrating through the breeze towards his neck with chilling intent.

Isula tilted his head to dodge, only to be coldly surprised when my spear abruptly twisted, changing direction at the last second, slashing a few centimeters from his carotid artery. Slapping the spear from reaching its mark, Isula stormed at me like a wild tornado, but I suddenly twisted my body toward my spear, sending the back of my weapon towards his head before he reached me.

Bang!!!

A loud clank sounded as Isula clashed with my spear with a massive greatsword that appeared in hand. I could feel a great force rising from his body. Not taking any chances, I leaped back, my eyes never leaving my opponent.

Taking a deep breath of fresh air, my skin complexion began to glow crimson as I directed my vital qi toward my body. Steam began to be discharged from my physique as I raised my spear, ready to kill.

“SNOW SNOW SNOW,” Isula shouted with madness as his fingers stabbed into his scar, drawing a stream of blood cascading down like rain. Like a rabid beast, Qi burst from his body like a raging storm consuming the area in a sea of Qi.

“SNOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!”

He roared as he flew towards me at a great speed. Taking a deep breath, my mind suddenly turned blank as the gold within my eyes vanished, turning a deep shade of black. The void of Darkness had returned deep within my heart.

All excess sound vanished from my mind. Thick veins began to bulge from my arm as Isula appeared before me, as my spear shot out over ten times. However, Isula was able to effortlessly dodge all of my attacks before giving a feral roar as his greatsword slammed down with ferocious intent.

Slapping my spear across the blade’s flat side, I watch slowly as sparks skitted across my spear like fireflies before the end of my spear sneakily shot forward, hitting Isula in the temple. Blood tore from his brow as he cried in anger, “BURNING STRIKE,”

Releasing my own roar, my spear shot forward, clashing with his greatsword before he could gather the necessary Qi to use his Arte.

Blood ruptured from my arms like a river as I pushed everything into my spear. A load shattering could be heard as Isula Great Sword shattered my spear. While my spear stopped his Arte, it came at a horrible price.

With blood dripping from my arms, I took a deep breath as I readied myself. Only to see a beautiful woman appearing in front of me ruthlessly striking Isula across the face with her long legs. Her eyes were unnaturally cold as she pointed towards the sky.

“Crimson Rain,”

Suddenly the Azure sky turned deep shade crimson as a bloody mist poured down like a deluge. A loud shriek could be heard as Isola’s entire body began dissolving at a rapid rate. He began twisting and turning as his fist began slamming into the ground, pleading for his end. Yet the rain never stopped as his muscles began to peel from his bones.

Sheiks of anguish engulfed my ears bring my mind back from the Void of Darkness. Stuffing two crimson pills down my throat, I began panting like a man deprived of water. Falling to one knee before staring coldly at Victoria.

Grimlor had just arrived before he bent down, checking my wounds with great care. His eyes were terrifyingly sharp as he eyed at Victoria with a questioning flash, “how did he pass the background test.”

Shaking her head, Victoria pointed at the mutated abomination who was shedding flesh like a dog would shed hair,” He still alive; we will find out.”

Smiling coldly, I second that thought, “Oh yes, we definitely will.”

Death is but an escape for the consequence of going against me.