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    For the next few days, all I did was train and train until I was exhausted. Killian realized he was going easy on me, so he amped up the pressure, but I had gotten some weird fascination with seeing him in action and learning how to dodge an attack and throw a few of my own.

    I was getting better atbat because he would literally be training me until I couldn’t stand on my feet anymore and copsed on the ground.

    “Take a day off today,” He would say, but I barely got enough sleep to function before I was back on the ground.

    It had been two weeks since the werewolf attack plus the King’s health scare. Everything had settled down for a while, and since I had nothing else to do, I kept trying to be a good fighter.

    Somehow it was my fear of being utterly helpless to save Killian if another attack ever urred plus the fact that I wanted to be able to kick that asshole Martin in the shins if I got a chance to do so.

    He had been a real pain in the ass for so long, and my hands would itch whenever I saw that pompous bastard.

    What I liked about my progress the most was that Killian was now always alert, not rxing and neither going

    easy on me.

    I had a few missed chances when I was this close to hitting him, but he always managed to evade me.

    “How do you…keep doing that?”

    I asked between ragged breaths as he flung a towel at me that I caught mid air.

    “Its easy. Don’t be predictable” He shrugged as if it was the easiest answer ever.

    “But…how?” I asked while wiping the sweat coating my face and neck.

    “You are good at observing your opponent. Most give away their shorings quite easily if you focus on their eyes instead of just their body movements.”

    “Eyes?” I asked in confusion.

    “Yep. How they map out their surroundings, how they decide which direction they want to move in, their next moves, etc. If you learn to read them as a whole, not just their body movements, you can figure out what their next move is going to be before they do it and you have sessfully not just evaded the attack butunched an offensive that catches them off–guard.”

    Killian exined as I readied myself for another round.

    “You still slouch a little. I have told you that you dont have to be stiff as a board or stand like you are leaning on support.”

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    He came forward to correct my posture.

    “And you gotta tuck your thumb inside your fist if you dont want to get injured”

    His hands showed me how to do it before closing my fist.

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    Ever since we had started training hard core, I was barely awake to eat and remember the million other instructions he gave.

    No matter how many potions I asked Sarah to secretly smuggle to me, I used to be dead tired by the time I reached the bed.

    So these little brief touches would sometimes make me yearn for the contact I was missing with him ever since that glorious night.

    His injuries had healed, and he was thankfully back in his fit form again.

    However, I had not really told him about the deal I made with whatever celestial being had helped me bring him back from the death’s door.

    Firstly, because I had been too upied with training and everything else going on, and secondly, weeks had passed since that incident.

    No memory, vision had shown up to haunt me whether waking or while blissfully asleep. My mind was at peace, and I wanted to write those incidents off as my overworked brain’s imagination.

    Even if it was a little far–fetched for the logical part of my brain to understand. I had not seen any entity nor had there been a magical wand that swished in the air.

    It might have as well been my hallucinations because I very clearly recalled Mary shouting in my ears that the paste had somehow worked and stopped Kilian’s bleeding.

    So I never wondered about it again and simply focused on training with whatever object he handed me, knives, wooden sticks, my bare limbs etc. and trying to learn whatever was going on in the temple.

    One day as I got up for another day of getting my ass kicked by Killian on the grounds, Mary handed me a

    note.

    “Prince Killian asked me to give you this. He left already.”

    Left?

    I hastily opened the note to see his sloppy handwriting that he must have written in haste.

    “I have to go to get the herbs for the King. Will be back soon.”

    I looked at the back of the note to see if there was more exnation as to where he suddenly went to but there was nothing.

    “Where is he, and what happened to the King?” I asked Mary, who shrugged cluelessly.

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    “I have no idea, mydy. The King was recovering thest I heard, and only the Crone and priestesses were allowed to avoid contamination of his chambers.”

    I looked at the note again and then at Mary again.

    “But where did Killian go? And why did he have to go to get these herbs?” I asked aloud, my heart beating wildly.

    For days everything had been normal, and we had not heard of the King’s decline of health. What caused the sudden turn of eventsb? /b

    I stared at Mary cluelessly for a second before the doors to my room were thrown open or rather almost came off its hinges.

    A fleet of guards walked in, the same group that had escorted me and Killian to the King’s chambersst time.

    “Don’t try to run, youngdy. You have been summoned in the King’s chambers.”

    Again? And why would I try to run?

    “Where is Loyd?” I searched for the familiar face of the head of the royal guard, but he was nowhere to be

    seen.

    Instead, a tall and dark man stepped forward, smoothing his bald head and smiling at me.

    “I am the new royalmander of Elorin, and if you love your life, you will follow me without another word.”

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