"Also, she managed to summon or conjure light gauntlets for a brief mont when she lunged at ," Ty continued, still marvelling at the mory. "That might be her third skill, right? A perfect blend of mid-range and close combat, complented by an ability like PDM?"
The lieutenant nodded. "You're on the mark about light being her attribute, but you've got it wrong about her third skill; she hasn't unlocked it yet. That's sothing that's been gnawing at her, but she'll overco it in ti."
"Moreover, every ti you were sidetracked, she manipulated light strings from her shoulder to her arm to launch arrows in the blink of an eye. It's not just the gauntlet she employs that light for."
He mused for a mont before adding, "It's rely my personal theory, but her dependence on the bow might be the very reason she hasn't unlocked her final skill."
"Wow, how does a kingdom even keep all of this under wraps? If where I'm from sothing like this happened, the world would probably fall into chaos as people tried to assert dominance with all the power they suddenly have," Ty stated.
"Yes, I rember you ntioned you originally ca from a world where people had no inherent skills, just the intellect to build infinitely. It's sowhat like what we have achieved here. Though from what you said, they might still be a bit behind us.
But then again, we integrate the magic in the air with electronics to enhance everyday life," the lieutenant recalled, connecting their worlds with a thoughtful nod.
"Funnily enough, the history books did ntion a period of madness when the world was consud by a great fla, quelled only when five elders united to dispel it. This alliance laid the foundation for the first kingdom, which evolved into the dominion they knew today. With an iron grip, the kingdom governed, ensuring no faction could ascend and return the world to that era of darkness."
Ty, with eyes wide in fascination, exclaid, "Wow, I really could sit for hours listening to you talk about the history."
The lieutenant gave a nod. "But sadly, that will be for another ti. Let's get you back and cleaned up for your eting. And let know how it goes with the girl, okay?"
Ty nodded, and they headed back toward the prison. On the way, Ty noticed another man dressed in silvery silk clothing, his fra thin and an eyepatch covering one eye, walking past them. Accompanying him was a bulky man towering around eight feet tall, adorned with full shackles and a muzzle.
The lieutenant gave the man a slight wave and remarked, "I see you were selected to be a ntor again. Such an honor, right?"
The thin man replied sharply, "Watch your tongue with , Daemon. We are no friends. When my contestant crushes that demon's skull, don't co crying to ."
"You're still mad about what happened four years ago when my last contestant sniped your eyes off that branch? I told you I was sorry about that. Plus, neither of ours won anyway."
The man didn't respond, simply continuing to walk past them, the man covered in shackles following without a word.
The lieutenant shrugged. "Oh well, what can you do?" As they neared the entrance, he placed the black stone shackles back onto Ty's wrists and remarked, "Protocol, after all. Can't trust you to just walk back into the prison without them, and we can't have anyone thinking we're friends now, can we?"
Ty smirked. "Yeah, yeah, I understand. How many tis have you been a ntor for the Arena of Life anyways?" he asked.
"This would be my third go at it," the lieutenant confessed as they reached the prison's front door. "Both my contestants died pretty early, though, sadly. The first was a criminal who burnt down a house or sothing. The last one was actually a church orphan who wanted to win so he could free orphans from work labor.
Sadly, he wasn't expecting to be fried after taking a drink of water." He planted a hand on his face, the mory clearly a sour one.
"I see, well, I hope to break that losing streak of yours. Any luck on any books as well?" Ty inquired, hopeful.
The lieutenant nodded. "Yes, you should have them after your eting with your lady friend. They cover the basics of fighting styles and a history of previous winners of the Arena of Life, and how they won. It should be a fun read and hopefully give you so ideas on how to prepare for everything."
"Hey, prison guard, I've brought back the Demon. So, I'll be heading out. Let know if you need anything," he announced upon their return.
The guard nodded. "Nothing from , but we did get a buzz that the King's General was looking for you."
"I see. I'll give him a call and see what's going on. Take care, Demon Boy," the lieutenant said, offering a slight head bow before departing, leaving Ty in the room alone with the guard.
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/-\\anwhile a few hours from the Lt's POV/-\\
As the lieutenant walked through the wooden door into an office adorned with purple carpets and walls lined with books, he greeted, "Good afternoon, General Omina. I was inford you wanted to et with ."
General Omina, seated amidst the scholarly ambiance, acknowledged his presence with a nod. "I was seeking an update on the Demon Boy. Your insights—are he truly of the Demon Clan, or could this be a misunderstanding?" she inquired, her fingers running through her long purple hair that cascaded down her back, contrasting with her striking red dress.
Reflecting on his extensive study, the lieutenant shared his assessnt. "Based on the history books I've diligently perused, he doesn't inherently exhibit the typical markers of demonhood, save for resembling a particular demon known for its caring and charming deanor."
He then ntioned a discovery. "During my research, I stumbled upon an image in one of my history books, a perfect depiction of his appearance."
Intrigued, General Omina, her eyes a vivid blue, examined the photo closely. "So, he is a demon, then?"
He concluded, "Yes, the physique might belong to a demon. However, the individual I've interacted with doesn't resonate with demonic nature. It's clear he's linked to the Demon Clan, but I suspect a different, more significant force shadows him, posing the actual threat we're vigilant against."
He also drew this funny diagram.
-(*)- End POV for the Lt
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Ty laid in the dark staring up toward the darkness as the prisoner guard ca by and stated "Your visitor is here.
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