Seren, perplexed by the conversation, turned her gaze to Drayce. "Is there something about Commander Sanders that I'm not aware of? Is he not human?"
"He is indeed human," Drayce reassured her.
"Absolutely, I've never sensed any supernatural aura around him," Seren confidently affirmed, her own newfound abilities aiding her perception. "Unless his existence is concealed, similar to Prince Arlan."
"Slayer is human, blessed with a unique bloodline that belonged to a human race annihilated by dark magic practitioners in the past. His presence poses a threat to those who practice black magic, and they would attempt to eliminate him if his identity is revealed," Drayce explained.
"Annihilated Does that mean he's the sole survivor of his race?" Seren inquired.
"We're uncertain, but from what I know, it appears that way for now," Drayce replied. "My master discovered him when he was a child and kept him hidden from the world."
As Seren began to piece together the situation, she posed another question. "How does he pose a threat to black magic practitioners?"
"His unique abilities render their black magic ineffective against him, and he has the power to counteract and defeat them, even kill them easily. If he proves immune to their magic, they would undoubtedly view him as a formidable adversary and seek to eliminate such a threat," Drayce elaborated.
Seren appeared somewhat perplexed. "But aren't those magicians supposed to be stronger?"
"Well, let me clarify," Drayce began. "Picture the most powerful black magic practitioner, like the wizard you encountered in the temple today. He's casting his most potent spell, giving it his all to attack Slayer. However, Slayer is immune to the magic, effortlessly advancing with his weapon until he swiftly slays the wizard in the blink of an eye.
It's not just immunity; his bloodline allows him to kill these wizards with minimal effort. The blood in his veins poses a grave threat to their existence.
"These wizards devote their entire lives to mastering black magic, yet someone like Slayer can eliminate them effortlessly, akin to stepping on ants. His bloodline not only grants him immunity but also bless him with formidable physical strength, enabling him to excel with any weapon in his hands. There's a reason he's known as the Slayer on the battlefield."
"Understood," Seren replied, her mind processing the information. Then, after a moment of contemplation, she posed another question, "Dray, you possess the power of darkness. Does that mean your abilities are ineffective against Commander Sanders, and he can potentially harm you?"
Drayce chuckled softly at her inference. Her smart mind had started to work on the different aspects of the information.
"The black magic practitioners I mentioned, like those wizards, are human beings resorting to evil means to wield black magic. In contrast, individuals like me, born with inherent attributes of darkness and the supernatural by birth, encounter a different dynamic. While Slayer lacks the ability to harm me, it's given that even my power of darkness is ineffective against him.
Seren gently moved back, creating a bit of distance between them. "We are in the study," she reminded him.
Drayce, undeterred, pulled her back closer, his hand enveloping her waist. "So?" he questioned, unfazed.
Seren realized she had limited options and attempted to redirect his attention, preventing the situation from escalating when it wasn't even nighttime yet. "Dray, you spent quite some time with Prince Arlan. What did you two discuss?"
He leaned in closer, his face inches away. "Forget about him."
Seren, moving a bit further back, insisted, "No, I want to know. Did you discuss more about him and Oriana being mates?"
Drayce raised an eyebrow, a hint of playfulness in his eyes. "Trying to distract me, my Queen."
She offered an awkward smile. "Is it working?"
He sighed, releasing her from his hold to address her curiosity. "We did talk about both of them."
"What was the discussion about?" she inquired.
"We discussed the unique scent of our mates, which is specific to each of us," he explained.
"Is it?" Seren's eyes sparkled with interest. The subject of mates had always intrigued her, especially in anticipation of her encounter with Erebus. "We never talked about it. Tell me more, Dray."
"He is affected by Oriana's scent, and I had to explain to him why and how," Drayce shared.
"I don't know about it either," Seren admitted. "I am your mate, right? I mean, even though we don't have a bond yet, Erebus considers me his mate."
Drayce nodded. "You are the only one for us, wife and mate."
"Then, how do I smell... I mean, my scent, how is it?" Her eyes glimmered with anticipation, eager to hear something magical.