44 Chapter 44: Weakest Link

As the last and only member who remained in castle black while the others returned to their various families for the two weeks break, Daemon ate alone in the castles dining hall. Her eyes roamed around the room aimlessly as she ate and signs of loneliness and depression can be seen in the eyes of this young assassin. Even if everyone refused to say it straight to her face it was just too visible, the difference between her and the other members of the team is just like that of the heavens and the earth. At this point, she even doubted she will be able to beat any member of the team even when they are in weakened states and unable to use their trump cards. It all started from the inter-class competitions where she shamefully lost to Derik on the first day of the competition even though she had a magic weapon! Some may argue that its only a bronze-level magic weapon but the truth remains that this weapon is as rear as phoenix feathers in this part of the kingdom, after which this tool was taken from her by an archer and she was forced to work with him and follow his commands. Even in the short battle royal against the fire mage Karl and the formal number one rookie Donald, she barely lasted a minute, leaving Derik who held his own against the guardian knight and fire mage for a while before Cyrus interfered. Then they met the blood mage and his army of zombie monsters, even though she joined the battle, later on, she was still the first to fall, depending on Donald to protect her

"All this while I have been staring at the back of people who I'm meant to fight alongside with… all this while I have been eating with them and training with them as their equal when in reality I'm nowhere near their level… I'm the weakest member of the team, a burden to the whole group" Daemon cried out as tears rolled down her cheek. With no one else in the castle, she was at least allowed to pour out the emotions she has been hiding inside her for so long. Her gaze shifted to the twin daggers on the dining table and she frowned, ever since she acquired this magic weapon she has forsaken strategy and techniques, taking on foes head-on. Instantly a broad smile appeared on her face and she quickly wiped away the tears on her cheeks, if she realized this mistake any time later, she probably would have drowned herself in tears but this time things were different. She was currently residing at one of the association's castles! Where a library containing books which stored valuable information on each class were kept. Right now, all she needs to do is restart!

"All I have to do now is work harder than others… soon I will be able to stand by their side as a comrade and not a burden" Daemon muttered.

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After breakfast, Daemon when straight to the training ground within castle black compound, over the months she spent in the assassin class castle as a recruit she was able to understand learn a few combat techniques which made her stand atop the other recruits and rank number one in the assassin class ranking list. All of the techniques are bronze-level combat techniques but they served various purposes, probably more useful than every other class related bronze level combat technique. Although some of the techniques which gave her an edge over the other members of her class was acquired by her family thanks to their noble status, her ability to master so many bronze level combat techniques at a young age proved to everyone in the town that she was a genius, what her family did was just to hasten her development, eventually she would have reached that level but at a later time, but all this backfired when they spent hundreds of golds to acquire a magic weapon her.

"Let's get rid of this first" Daemon muttered as she starred at the twin daggers in her hands which was decorated with several magic runes.

"Bronze-level combat technique: Shadow store!" Daemon said and her shadow expanded forming a circle around her covering almost 10 meters. This combat technique was one of the few techniques which her family acquired after spending over fifty gold coins just to purchase it from the capital, this technique allows the user to store items in their shadow which can be retrieved later on when needed. This technique is perfect for concealing stolen items or just storing valuable items or weapons, the sole reason her family spent that much gold coins just to purchase this bronze combat technique is just to ensure that the magic weapons in her hands will not be stolen so easily. Even though this technique has no notable limit to what it can store, the only downside of this technique is that the items forcibly emerge from the user's shadow upon death. With traces of regret and reluctance in her eyes, she dropped the magic weapon into the shadow

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"Come Forth," She said and two plain-looking daggers emerged. To grow as an assassin she needs to let go of the magic weapon for a while and train with the initial weapons she uses to train with.

Wooosh!

Wooosh!

Instantly Daemon lunged forward and struck at the practice dummy which was over 20 meters away, covering that much distance in just a few seconds. Pulling out the blade she was stared at it with disbelief staring at daggers in her hands. Ever since she let go of the twin daggers she felt like a huge burden has been lifted, it felt like she dropped a heavy load was taken off her improving he speed and stability

"Let's keep going!" Daemon muttered leaping back

"Bronze-level combat technique: Stealth!" She muttered. If Derik was her to see this, he would be dumbstruck to see this assassin utilizing the same technique as the nature mage, Francis! Mana slowly escaped from the body of this young assassin and just a few seconds later, her body became transparent blending in with the environment, vanishing completely.

"Bronze-level combat technique: Jab!" A voice echoed from behind the practice dummy. Instantly, Daemon appeared behind the dummy with both daggers in her hand glowing, not wasting even a second, the assassin struck forward, driving her daggers into the dummies back. With a satisfied smile on her face, Daemon sheathed both daggers and wiped off the sweat on her face with her palm. Its been long she has experienced this feeling, this emotion she felt a few months ago when she practiced her assassination techniques alone in the training ground of the assassin class castle. Right now she felt like the grim reaper capable of stealing the life of any man or monster in this world!