The sounds of cuts through the air were tense, something that usually required a great deal of strength was being done traditionally. The knights couldn't discern what was happening.
"What level of spear is she at?" Velryna questioned Simon, who watched Ziriel training alone in a corner during lunch break.
Ziriel wore a black top and gray cargo pants, her muscle-less belly exposed.
"She's almost reaching the master level," said Simon, leaving Velryna as pale as snow. "Grandpa, are you sure?" she asked, looking at the old man.
"Yes, she's definitely at the peak of the Specialist Realm. I give her only half a year to advance to the Master Realm and be able to use Spear Intent," commented Simon, like a Sword Master, he could gauge someone's strength below his level.
"T-that's scary. How old is she? She must be my age!" exclaimed Velryna with her mouth open, listening to Simon.
"She reminds me of Dante," he commented, and Velryna immediately turned to him. Simon didn't talk much about the boy; it was a personal trauma, but today he decided to speak.
"Dante was a kind boy, had his playful side, and always was the center of attention, just like Ziriel Azure. His clashes with Morgana during magical training fights were sensational, with both flying through the air and unleashing various powerful spells. Even with his weak core, he was much more talented than Morgana when he was her age.
He learned everything instantly with just basic explanations," nodded Simon, as he watched Ziriel's movements and clearly saw Dante making the same movements.
'It's a shame he was killed by Divine Judgment. If not, there would have been a way for him to be resurrected... ah, I'm getting too old for these fairy tale hopes...'
'I hope Morgana gets out of her confinement soon. She needs to overcome and find a new path for her life. I can't say the same for Valentina... if she gets out... she will wipe out the human continent.'
The thunderous sound of the airwaves continued. The precise cuts could kill just with the gusts, excellence and precision, completely rebuilding the technique and creating a new one.
Yes, Ziriel was slowly reconstructing Valentina's technique. Unlike Valentina, who was more instinctive, Ziriel was more cognitive. She thought a lot during fights, so her technique didn't suit her. She wanted something that was natural for her.
Ah, I groaned with exhaustion as my sweaty and warm body left the air around me damp and hot. Sitting on a log, I looked at the clouds as I tied my hair into a ponytail.
"It's been years since I've been this tired," I said aloud. Truly, being a vampire sometimes deprives basic things like this. Physical fatigue was almost nil, only when fighting at full force did things like this happen. But fatigue in training was almost impossible.
The sounds stopped. I wanted to lie down for a bit, but I didn't have time. Plans in my mind began to run wild. First, I need to get to the Empire's Capital. It's not far, but next, I'll distance myself from Simon and Velryna. I need to know Hellsing's situation.
Hellsing, a guild that my Valentina founded almost a hundred years after returning to the world after isolation. I didn't know much about Valentina's past beyond the day of the war. Fortunately, if Hellsing still exists, it means that the Blood Valkyries may still be operating, if they didn't desert after Valentina was sealed.
Three shadows disappeared ten years ago when they were ordered to find "the Key," an item that I really don't know, but is very important to Valentina. While the other two stayed in Kryoris, I need to find them before anything else.
"This is so exhausting," I sighed, letting the hot air from my body pant out. Feeling a different pressure, I turned, seeing Simon using sword aura with spatial mana, as if analyzing the sword.
"So you feel it," he questioned. Of course, a trap. This old man kept assessing me, regardless of what I did. His talent-possessed eyes continued to widen.
"I must have an affinity," I commented, lies aside. Currently, I don't recognize my affinities, as this is due to the body. My old body had a sacred, fire, darkness, and lightning affinity. Despite this, I always used all the other spells, even though it wasn't right to do so. But if in this life I have an affinity with Space... that would be very good.
"I hope so. It would be amazing to have a disciple like you," he replied. Of course, old man. If you knew what I am, you would already be on your knees! Humpf.
"It would be an honor, but I fear I will need to do some things before accepting such wonder," I said, looking at him. He didn't question me, but nodded, seeming happy.
"Well, every time on its clock. Let's go, it's time to go to the capital," Simon commented, and I followed him.
"But before that, miss... take a bath," he said, making a... disgusted face. I raised my arms and smelled my armpit.
Jesus! What is this?!
Have I been using dead rat deodorant? Have I been bathing in sewage water? What the hell is this disgusting smell, damn it, I stink!
"Y-yes," I replied, incredulous, and saw a slight smile coming from him. "I'll prepare comfortable clothes for you, your dress hasn't been properly cleaned yet," he said.
"N-no need, I can manage!" I couldn't let such a thing happen. He was a nice guy, and I didn't want him to ruin my bath!
"It's alright, Ziriel. I always prepare Velryna's bath, she loves rose petals in the tub," he said. But this time... damn it, you sound like an old pervert talking!
"O-okay," I said.
Nearly an hour passed. Simon called me for a bath, and now I was taking it. I guess it was different from usual since... well, now I'm a woman. Initially, I thought, "Will it be a problem?" But actually... well, I find it normal?
As if it's always been like this.
Lying in the bathtub, I only saw two mountains floating. It was relaxing, despite having an extremely... Sexy body?
I didn't suffer at all from this. I guess being shameless like my adoptive mother is genetic.
Although now I'm no longer her bastard child... is Voralith like this?
Overall, I'm okay with the change, although I still find the weight of my breasts uncomfortable. Sometimes I wonder how Morgana walked with those two mountains. Would it be a magic bra? Well, coming from her, probably... what scares me is about wearing clothes. My style is a bit...
barbaric and not noble at all. I've always been relaxed about it, but being a lady, I'll probably have to adapt to it and learn about women's fashion.
Although I just want to wear sexy leather clothes, because it's much more comfortable than any kind of dress. The feeling of having something clinging to my body is much better than those strange winds that pass underneath my... uh, better not to pronounce that in my thoughts. She is my sacred lotus flower pet. Until my ancient dragon returns, I have to be strong! Don't succumb!
Well, currently it's better to be like this. I'll keep my mood up to be less sad, hahaha.
"Well, here we go," I said, and got up from the tub grabbing the towel and looking at the change of clothes Simon had prepared. Well... there were two outfits. The first was for sleeping, it looked like some kind of pajamas. The second, however, gave me a bit of chills.
It was a white suit like my hair, with golden and blue carvings. It was actually one of the cavalry suits, the knights' uniform when they're not wearing armor, accompanied by a blue cape with golden dragon carvings.
How could I not recognize this attire? The White Knights of Morgana's Magical Tower.
"Miss you guys," I said, slightly tearing up as I remembered Ariel, that disrespectful idiot. Not just Ariel, but the White Knight Order as a whole. "Hope to meet you again, you big idiot!" I said with a smile and held the clothes, embracing them slowly.
She looked again, and in the suit pocket was an identification.
[Identity] [Name: Ziriel Azure] [Age: 24 years old] [Affiliation: White Knights Order, White Witches' Tower]
"It seems he was faster than I could imagine, hahaha, this old man... I wonder when he'll find out who I am."