45 Chapter 45: Hard work

The first day was dedicated to increasing her proficiency in casting her combat techniques, this is a strenuous and time-consuming process that drained Daemon of most of her mana and concentration. Even after spending close to twenty hours alone practicing, the results she acquired were quite poor but even this couldn't stop the 15-year-old assassin from feeling excited. Initially, her stealth technique could only be maintained for just 10 seconds after which, the technique is deactivated and Daemon is forced to reactivate it again if she wishes to use it but now she can maintain this ability for over 12 seconds! The next is the bronze level combat technique, Stab, when she used this ability on the dummy she felt some sort of resistance, having to put in more force just to attain the desired result but now there is no feeling of any form of resistance at all. Why won't she feel excited?! That night Daemon slept well, hoping to continue her training the next day!

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Meanwhile

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Bam!

Bam!!

Bam!!!

Sounds of the bowstring been drawn and released repeatedly echoed throughout the training ground in the Lockwood castle, Derik's pitch-black eyes remained fixed on the white haired-man who dashed towards his left side evading the arrows. He bit his lips in anger and silently cursed this man who refused to stand still and take a shot for the team

"Stand still!!!" Derik growled as he entered a familiar stance which he used during the exam, Seeing this the white-haired man stopped moving and watched Derik with interest

"Bronze-level combat technique; Shot series!!!" Derik growled. His body suddenly released a faint orange light and the movement of his right arm seemed to be accelerated leaving behind after-images as it moved. Before it could reach the quiver which hung on his firm shoulders a vertical slash appeared on his right shoulder, ripping his shirt apart and blood gushed out of the wound.

"Aaaaaaagggghhhhhh!!!!" Derik muttered as he took a step back before falling on both knees, watching his blood pour out. Francis only sighed and shook his head repeatedly wearing a disappointed expression on his face. His eyes remained fixed on Derik who shivered due to the backlash of the combat technique he tried to use

"You've really forgotten how to use the only combat technique you were able to master back when you were still in the archery class? Disappointing" Francis exclaimed.

"As I said, your movements have become too rigid and monotonous… You're currently unable to accomplish feats you could accomplish back then… you don't plan in a battle and only rely on brute force… This is because you're been influenced by the magic spirit in you… You may have control now but its changing you slowly" Francis explained with a stern look on his face "At your current level… You may die in the battle against those bloodsuckers… Your magic is like a beacon that steals everyone's attention… your brute strength will only allow you to survive a few exchanges but after that, it's over for you… so I recommend you don't use it in the battle that will take place tomorrow" Francis said

Derik could only silently stare at this white-haired nature mage talk, refusing to say a word to this man. He returned his gaze to his wound on his right shoulder watching it close up slowly. A broad smile appeared on his face revealing his fangs, instantly his iris turned blue and claws sprouted on his fingers. The hair on his head stood up and his breathing became heavier, the sudden change took Francis off guard who frowned slightly in return and took a step forward

"Since my archery skills will need so much time to polish… let me focus on mastering this power which will enable me to blend in with the Lockwood's… am I correct?" Derik asked

"It's the best thing you can do at the moment…" Francis answered truthfully

"Then FIGHT ME!!!!" Derik growled and lunged forward at the nature mage

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… Castle Black Third Floor… Castle Library…..

Going through the different sections on the third floor of castle black, Daemon stopped at the one bearing the assassin class banner. The initial smile which was quite vivid on her face vanished in an instant

"So unfair!!!" She muttered. This was practically her first time coming up here since she arrived at castle black, and what she saw was not funny at all. She made up her mind to complain to the association the next time she returns to the city. Each section of the library dedicated to a class had at least 2 to 3 shelves filled with books related to that class, even the archery class had two shelves filled with books… the archery class! What is so special about shooting an arrow? With each shelf holding up to 125 books, the archery class has over 250 books yet the 'legendary' assassin class has only one shelf in its section and even then the shelf is barely half full. Even without counting, she can swear there are barely up to 50 books.

"Bastards!!!! What the fuck is this?" Daemon screamed. Deciding to focus on her goal, Daemon decided to forgo this matter till later. Spending about 5 minutes to gather all the books on the shelf to desks at the center of the room, she frowned at the number of books

"Just 67…" Daemon muttered. "Well… let's get started" she said with a smile on her face