Third Training Stage

Chapter-19 Third Training Stage

Yes, I am the winner. Victory is always in my hands. That's my nature. Facing any kind of conflict or enemy, unchanging and unwavering is my victory.  - Verethragna God of Victory.

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"Sakuya, what weapons do you use?" Isabel spoke to Sakuya holding a cup of tea elegantly in her hand containing a light red transparent liquid.

"Two daggers, Duchess Flamel," Sakuya answered Isabel by bowing her head with respect. In front of her was one of the most powerful women on the continent, capable of making the most bizarre inventions, the woman was part of the intimate circle of Dracula, creating the strongest weapons of his immortal army.

"With their power, two daggers are quite inefficient in a long-distance flight," Isabel spoke looking at Sakuya's thighs where she hides the two daggers under her maid's dress.

"I wanted to carry more knives, but my movement would be quite compromised," Sakuya spoke to Isabel as she showed a serious face to Duchess Flamel.

"You're right about that, but let me get a special weapon for you, after all, you and my grandson's blood lady, you can't embarrass him with these humble sacred silver daggers," Isabel spoke getting up from the armchair and walked slowly to a wooden cupboard, opening the doors of the cupboard, showing several sharp weapons containing a feeling of coldness that could freeze someone's soul.

Isabel took a white knife holster from the closet and handed it to Sakuya who looked at her with extreme confusion on her face.

"This holster may materialize small knives, although each knife you materialize will consume the magic within your body, so be careful how often you materialize something. You can leave now, leave me alone." Isabel spoke sitting back in the armchair and took the cup of tea on the table containing blood and began to drink her cup of blood.

[Author: Guys, from that point on, I thought it would get boring for you to see all of Cain's training, so I'm going to skip the time in paragraphs and start some real action. It's time for the continent to meet the future warlord of the West].

Six months have passed since Cain began the second stage of training to use magic. In the first four months, he spent trying to hit the head of the damn puppets and Cain had finally exploded one of the heads with a black fireball with a diameter of one meter.

Training camp

Cain seeing the head of one of the damned puppets that put him through so much pain in those four months exploding in front of him was so liberating that a cruel smile formed on his lips. He had never felt so refreshing about destroying something, but when he looked at those nine puppets running at such high speed. Cain only felt a desire to crush those emotionless faces of them that seemed to be mocking him all the time.

"I will destroy every part of you that your mothers will never recognize their ugly faces in this life or the next," Cain spoke looking at the nine figures running around him while with coolness and a little cruelty.

Two months later, Cain only became familiar with how to use magic and calculate the right moment to cast magic more efficiently without wasting much energy.

It took him six full months to blow up all the heads of the damn puppets running at a speed of 354 km/s. Although Cain gained many scars all over his body, as his grandmother made the puppets with the purest sacred silver in the world, which can severely wound any vampire beneath his progenitor.

Two days later, the third stage of training began. Edgard brought Cain to a great coliseum that looked a lot like the great coliseum of Rome in Italy.

Cain was still wondering why his grandfather had a coliseum in his backyard but he'll soon regret wanting to know why.

"The third stage is more complicated than the first or second, as it will increase the fear in your body, your fencing and most importantly you will gain experience in fighting. Of course with great gains to always dangers, so be very careful with your choices within coliseum". Edgard spoke sitting in one of the white ivory bleachers and without waiting for Cain to say anything, he threw him into the coliseum and began watching his grandson's first fight with interest.

Cain who had just been thrown in the middle of the coliseum heard something opening and looked forward to seeing a giant metal door that had several deep claw marks slowly opening showing the totally dark interior. 

*Light steps*

Hearing the sounds of footsteps approaching the gates, Cain did not know what was coming, so he quickly materialized the golden sword in his hand and entered into a defensive position.

Cain narrowed his eyes seeing the beautiful figure coming out of the darkness. He quickly thought of some monsters that can turn into beautiful women and thought of the most logical option. Cain only wanted to know how his grandfather had gotten a damned Arab monster.

Seeing the naked woman approaching him, Cain smelled the smell of rottenness coming from the woman's body that confirmed his suspicions.

He didn't hesitate and disappeared from where he stood. In the woman's vision she only saw that her prey had vanished from her sight and the next second, the woman felt an agonizing pain in her heart and looked up stunned to see a pair of red eyes staring coldly at her.

That was the woman's last vision before she entered eternal darkness. Cain seeing the woman's body falling from the ground slowly drew the sword from her heart, black blood sneezed in his face when the sword was drawn from the woman's heart.

Cain looked at the woman's body falling apart, showing her true identity. An ugly and grotesque monster, his skin was black and slimy, the monster had big sharp teeth coming out of his mouth and big white eyes.

"Congratulations my grandson, you killed a ghoul. It took some work to get it, but the price was worth it. Good, now that level two begins." Edgard spoke with a fun-filled smile as he looked at Cain in the middle of the coliseum with some black blood spatter on his face.