A week quickly passed by.
On this day, Night City beca lively, whether witches or those exotic entities on the street had a much lighter gait, their spirits seed a bit excited.
Firstly, it's because of the approach of the city's festival; holidays, most people enjoy them, even if you don't like the festival itself, you'd never hate the holiday break.
Yeah, a break is always nice.
Secondly, it's because of a sensational piece of news spreading in the city these past couple of days.
A fearless, arrogant thief boldly sent a warning letter to the Thirteen Vampire Clan Families, claiming she would visit the Hall of Holy Blood tonight to take the Vampire Clan Witch's treasure—the True Ancestor Blood Gem.
Although the truth of this news remains uncertain, it hasn't stopped the residents of Night City from waiting to see how things unfold.
After all, this is the Vampire Clan Witch Elder's drama, who wouldn't want to see it?
Everyone is eager to watch as the usually high-and-mighty Vampire Clan Witch Elders get provoked and played with until they're furious.
Moreover, according to a certain person's cousin's aunt's neighbor's granddaughter's lover's inside scoop within the Thirteen Clans, that warning letter seems real. Anyway, the guards near the Hall of Holy Blood have been multiple tis stricter than usual.
This inevitably makes people marvel at how arrogant thieves are these days—you go ahead and steal things, but to send a warning letter first is practically courting death. Is this absolute confidence in one's skills, or blatant disregard for the Thirteen Clans' strength?
Most residents of Night City feel that this thief has beco overconfident, since although everyone is quite annoyed by the Thirteen Clans, annoyance aside, they all acknowledge the Clans' power.
To the Demon Witches in Night City, the Thirteen Vampire Clans are almost unbeatable. Otherwise, with their rebellious nature, always waiting for an opportunity to rise up, they would've revolted long ago instead of grudgingly enduring till now.
The power of the Vampire Clan Witches is a monunt built from centuries of bloodshed, and the slave imprint engraved on the Spirits of Demon Witches, an invisible collar shackled around their necks.
This historical montum is so strong that it suppresses the innate rebellion of Demon Witches, making them dare not to entertain rebellious thoughts.
So, while the spectacle is entertaining, nearly no one believes this audacious Miss Phantom Thief could succeed; they suspect they'll only see a flower bloom at the entrance of the Hall of Holy Blood tonight.
Yes, a flower made of flesh and blood.
Vampire Clan Witches often impale their enemies with long spears, raising them high into the sky, causing their blood to surge and explode—the scene of scattered blood bursting into brilliant crimson Blood Fla is indeed terrifying yet beautiful.
"Hey, hey, how long do you think the thief can last today? Where will she end up being blown into a blood fla?"
"I guess she won't even get close to the Hall of Holy Blood's entrance. I've prepared to go early for a front-row seat; maybe I'll find so pieces of flesh as spiritual materials—they're quite valuable."
"Ha, you really think the thief will co? Unless she's an idiot, there's no way she'd co for a death wish. I reckon the letter is just an intimidation, rely to scare those Vampiric Elders; she never intended to actually co."
"Who cares, what do these big shots' affairs have to do with us commoners? We'd rather think about tonight's opera performance—oh, my Lady Fiona, I can finally see her again."
......
The Night City residents casually chatted in small groups on the streets.
The passing Hobody Witch heard this and yawned broadly.
Yeah, she'd been waking up early every day for hardcore training with her dad, and now she's utterly exhausted.
She was resigned, initially thinking her dad, who doted on her, wouldn't be too hard-hearted. But once he started, she found Adam's training was even more devilish than Mother Dragon's.
"Alas, I'm so foolish, really, utterly forgot that Brave heroes are all about practical combat. All their skills are honed in battle; how could I naively think such a combat expert would have any teaching thods other than combat?"
Recalling her experiences over the past week, Dorothy couldn't help but cover her face with her hands as her body trembled.
Her dad truly strikes if there's an opening.
In the presence of Virtue and Justice's Strength, Dorothy had foolishly thought she could exchange a few blows with Adam; even if she couldn't win, she shouldn't lose too badly.
But reality proved her entirely wrong; your dad is still your dad. Even in this morning's final training session, she couldn't last thirty moves against Adam—that's after a week of rapid improvent.
Initially, on the first day, she was defeated in just one move.
Yeah, just like she used to rely on Without Thought or Desire to defeat others in one strike—now it was her turn to be defeated instantly.
But she couldn't really be blad; her dad's sword was genuinely terrifying, and Adam's swordsmanship was true Without Thought or Desire, the perfect blend of Mind-Body Technique.
Dorothy's swordsmanship was still lacking in skill. Even after gaining insights into Dragon's Breath Sword Technique during her trip to Japan, she slightly caught up, but compared to Adam, the gap widened.
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