"There is a small change of plans," I spoke.
"A change?" Ralpha asked, sounding confused.
"Well, my family, mostly my mother and sister, wants to take part in this, and hence I have made so small changes to the attack pattern."
My words earned a mont of silence until Ralph spoke again.
"You told them everything?"
"I told them enough."
My reply once again brought another silence, till he spoke again.
"Sure, I will look at it and update the attack squad."
"Thanks."
After saying so, we delved into a deeper discussion about the future, a future of both the DarkNight and the world, a future that I hope to create.
...
Ti passed as several students went by, my eyes trailing them all as I kept walking to another assigned mansion. The current was in another disguise. As I reached the mansion, the outside and the locality were completely sward with vampires. As I walked, I could feel every vampire's eyes focused on , with the girls' eyes being especially weird.
'Guess I can't block my blood.'
I wasn't oblivious to the effect and sll of my blood to these bloodsuckers. Nyla had already warned about being ready for any sort of love and-sucking attack from female vampires. Plus, I also have to be wary of attacks from male vampires teeming for my blood. So, under the increasingly heavy weight of the vampires, I entered inside the mansion gate, being led by a vampire.
The one in front of was wearing a maid costu and looked normal and poised. Everything about her scread professionalism. But the thing I found most interesting about her was the power I felt from her. Just a small sniff and I could tell that she was a force to be reckoned with.
'Looks like the Vampire King really loves this youngest daughter of his...'
Musing at my thoughts, I soon entered inside a room. The maid stood outside, and my eyes ca up on Nyla, waiting for .
"How have you been?" She asked.
"Busy," I replied, taking a seat at the table. Right now, the Nyla in front of was wrapped in a tight-fitting battle suit as she looked at with a battle-hungry gaze.
"I can tell. After all, the Hero who led the war and saved lives will surely be busy," Nyla replied with a smirk.
"That's one way to put it."
I replied back. Her words weren't wrong. Many people were still trying to contact and get in my good graces. Right now, the pending etings I have could form a very long line that won't end. It's annoying, but in a way, I accomplished all I set out to do: a perfect ambiance between the different races while having the favor and debt of powerful people who will hold control over significant positions in the world's future.
"Let's cut the small talk and get to it. I have prepared so moves that I want to try," Nyla said, her battle lust growing stronger.
"Sure," I replied, starting to follow Nyla to the room for our battle. You see, right now, Nyla has called in the favor that I owe her. She has asked to take part in a battle with her. Not a normal one—Nyla actually wants a rough and tough real battle where everything is put to the test, and anything can be used.
However, that's not the end of her demand. After our intense battle, she wants to suck my blood, sothing which I agreed to, because let's face it, that's what I wanted to get from the beginning.
After walking for so ti, the two of us entered a very concentrated room that spread as wide as the eyes could see. Nyla spoke, "This room is formation-protected. It can even take the best hit from an Origin level 10 and has self-repairing properties, so you don't have to worry about holding back."
'Oh, you have no idea.'
Holding back my words, I nodded my head at Nyla as I scrutinized the room. On the other side, I felt a presence. Seeing my eyes travel in a specific direction, Nyla spoke, "Oh, beyond those walls, I have stationed so healers in advance, you know, in case you might need it."
"Oh? Haven't soone gotten quite haughty?" I asked back, to which Nyla replied with a wide smile.
"Well, I haven't been wasting my ti here. I've made the best plan to defeat you today."
"Sure, whatever you say."
Replying back, I focused on looking around the room as Nyla walked up to a certain distance from . Her body twisted around as she started to warm up, while I just kept looking at her with a smirk. I do not doubt that she has prepared sothing to beat up after all the spars we went through.
Bone to bone, Nyla is a complete fighting addict. She relishes getting stronger and in crushing geniuses. With each fight, she grows stronger, her techniques, her mind, and her fights—everything is evolving. And if it were anyone other than , then they would have long since run away from her with fear, because no one wants to deal with her.
Heck, I can even say that she will grow up to be a monster that will definitely enter the Imperial realm and shake the world. She is a monster among monsters, and if it weren't for the qualities I embody, then I can't even imagine anyone else even getting close to her.
"You ready?" Nyla asked, her voice charged with determination. I nodded, my heart pounding with a mixture of anticipation and desire. As if responding to her command, a surge of energy radiated from Nyla. Her Origin level surged, the power within her reaching an astonishing rank of 8, a testant to her unwavering artifacts strength.
In her hands, formidable gauntlets materialized, their design intricate yet practical, brimming with purpose. The very air seed to hum with their presence, the weight of their potential transforming the atmosphere around us.
But the true marvel was the dress itself. As Nyla's aura intensified, the fabric began to shift, a cascade of luminescent patterns unfurling across the midnight blue surface. It was a dance of light and magic, each thread intertwining with her essence, crafting a battle attire that was both functional and breathtaking.
Sleek armor plating erged, tracing elegant lines across her form, enhancing her lithe figure without sacrificing mobility. A high collar frad her face, accentuating her sharp features and framing her determined expression. The dress flowed like liquid tal, responding to her slightest movent with an otherworldly grace.
A diaphanous cape fluttered into existence, billowing behind her like a regal banner, adorned with symbols that seed to shimr and writhe, whispering secrets of forgotten power. The ensemble exuded an air of authority, a silent proclamation of her indomitable spirit.
Nyla stood before , a vision of strength and beauty intertwined. Her eyes t mine, and I could see the fire within, the fierce determination to protect, to fight, to conquer. At that mont, I understood the true extent of her power and the depth of her resolve.
Her battle dress wasn't just armor; it was a manifestation of her essence, a testant to her unyielding spirit. It was a work of artistry, a symphony of magic and willpower, tailored to empower her every move.
But it wasn't over as small ripples spread from Nyla once again, her vampire wings lightly leaving her back, looking dark and red with light spikes on them. Nyla's eyes started to shimr as an X-like shape appeared in her eyes, and just as it did, I felt the atmosphere around freeze—a feeling of suffocation that could crush anyone.
'An artifact to pump her level, a battle dress that accelerates all her basic stats to a monster-like level with every recovery level possible, advanced-level wings, and an unknown-level gift of eyes and a bloodline ability she has yet to yield.'
It would seem Nyla is ready to see this to the end, and how can I reject that?
With a confident yet gentle smile, Nyla stepped forward, her gauntleted hand reaching out to point towards . "Let's do this," she said, her voice a steady lody, echoing the courage that radiated from her core.
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