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It had about a week since I had returned from trying to provoke that holy rat of an emperor but it felt as if a lot more ti had passed. Having my dirty dream co true and experiencing Gianna sleeping with another man not once but twice, It had filled my body and mind with emotions that I couldn’t begin to express or explain. Of course there were so negative ones but the majority left feeling more joyful than after a life threatening battle.
"What a beautiful day" Even as I walked down the palace hallway I sighed with a smile on my lips and a spring in my step.
It was currently fairly early in the morning and I was making my way to the indoor training ground. Ever since I watched Gianna and Kai last night I felt extrely energetic as if I had drunk over a dozen coffees. I couldn’t get the image of Gianna squirting out of my head, So I had decided to go swing around my blade a bit to let off so steam. It wasn’t long until I finally arrived at training ground that was about the size of a large school auditorium from my old world.
Racks of top quality weapons, Targets that could repair on their own, Walls and floors that were coated with obsidian so that one didn’t need to worry about damaging anything as they trained. Even the celling was made of a clear glass that let the rising sun shine brightly to illuminate the room. The entire training area was the best quality one could ask for, Although that wasn’t surprising since this particular area was the training area for the elite knights under , The obsidian knights.
There were three knight orders in the crimson empire.
The first order was the Crimson Knights.
They were the largest order and were composed of basic soliders.
The second order was the Blood Knights.
They specialized in information gathering and assassination.
Last were the Obsidian Knights.
They were the elite of the elite, Each mber was hand picked for their imnse talent and skill. Ten of them together could perhaps take on a one of the Holy Emperors eight swords evenly. That might not sound impressive until you understand that one of the eight swords alone could decimate the entire Crimson Knight Order without sweating. The mbers of the Obsidian knights were truly skillful fighters who should not be underestimated, But sotis i honestly wondered if that was really the case.
"Agh!"
"I~I can’t take anymore!"
"S~save !"
"M~mommy!"
’.....’ Because I found myself staring at about three dozen n who almost had tears dripping down their eyes.
The thirty or so mber of the Obsidian Knights were in three perfect lines and were currently doing pushups. Each of the n were drenched in sweat and had disheveled faces that were full of exhaustion, Their arms trembled as they lowered themselves and shook even more as they pushed their bodies back up. Every single one of the n were elite knights who had reached a level most could only dream of, Yet they looked utterly miserable right now.
"I should have joined the Blood Knights!" A attractive man with a blond pony tail was literally crying as his arms trembled.
"I~I can’t feel my arms...." A muscular man with a bald head struggled helplessly to push his body back up.
"K~kill ...." An older man with a black beard seed as if he wanted his death to co sooner than later.
"This is..." On one hand I wanted to laugh a little bit but on the other I couldn’t help but feel a little sympathy.
"Pathetic!" That was when a loud voice rang out in the large room causing every single man to flinch in fear.
"All of you are pathetic!" My eyes landed on the person speaking and I felt the corner of my lips moving upward.
A tall woman who looked to be in her early thirties stood in front of the Obsidian Knights with a sneer on her face. She was very beautiful with thin eyebrows and pink lips that looked very soft, Yet her features were very sharp and resembled none other than my mother. With the sa long black hair that was tied up and defined jawline it was clear that the two were related, The only major difference you could see was that the woman’s eyes were black instead of red.
She was none other than my elder sister Juliette.
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