Seren, perplexed by the conversation, turned her gaze to Drayce. "Is there sothing 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 affird, 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 an 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 sowhat perplexed. "But aren't those magicians supposed to be stronger?"
"Well, let 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 soone 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 mont of contemplation, she posed another question, "Dray, you possess the power of darkness. Does that an 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 ntioned, like those wizards, are human beings resorting to evil ans to wield black magic. In contrast, individuals like , born with inherent attributes of darkness and the supernatural by birth, encounter a different dynamic. While Slayer lacks the ability to harm , it's given that even my power of darkness is ineffective against him.
It's not inaccurate to say he is immune to any attack stemming from the attribute of darkness."
"This is quite intriguing," Seren remarked, but a subtle shift in her expression hinted at an underlying thought. "Does that an your divine attribute can harm him?"
Drayce nodded. "Yes, the divine power can, but not the attribute of darkness."
Seren wore a satisfied smile, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "So my husband remains invincible." Pride colored her voice, reluctant to accept the idea that her formidable husband might be powerless against soone.
Drayce chuckled. "Even without my divine power, do you doubt my ability to defeat him with a sword?"
"Well, you could, but Sir Sanders is formidable. Why take unnecessary risks? I prefer my husband with powers capable of vanquishing evil in the blink of an eye," Seren admitted.
Drayce raised an eyebrow. "So, you wouldn't want if I were a re human?"
Seren released an awkward chuckle, "Oh, I didn't an it that way." She admitted with a tinge of guilt, "I would love you even as an ordinary human, but having powers isn't a bad thing, right?" She blinked innocently, attempting to validate her point. "It allows you to protect .
I get scared of those bad people." Suddenly, she transford into a cute and innocent young girl, adding, "Is it wrong to expect a little more from my husband?"
Drayce playfully pinched her nose over her veil, his eyes filled with affection. "Acting cute won't hide your greed, my Queen."
Noticing he wasn't upset, she smiled, "I am greedy, but only for you."
"You two can continue. I won't be an eyesore," Yorian declared, standing up. Uncomfortable with the affectionate exchange, he added, "I'll be there when Oriana arrives," and vanished from the study.
Seren felt a bit awkward. "I forgot Mister Yorian was here."
"Ignore him," Drayce advised, redirecting her attention to him. "So, you're greedy for , my Queen?"
She cleared her throat awkwardly. "Shall I not?"
"How greedy are you?" he teased, his gaze filled with desire.
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 nightti yet. "Dray, you spent quite so ti 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 , 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 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 an, even though we don't have a bond yet, Erebus considers his mate."
Drayce nodded. "You are the only one for us, wife and mate."
"Then, how do I sll... I an, my scent, how is it?" Her eyes glimred with anticipation, eager to hear sothing magical.
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