[Bonus chapter] Shadow training (2)

"Two dead, ten more to go," Draxan looked up, his eyes to the ground to watch what had happened. Just as his eyes watched the ground all the criminals exploded into pieces their body pieces scattering all around.

His jaw dropped, he had never seen anything like it. From what Izora said, only one warrior was inside the training grounds. He had never had of a warrior that could issue such attacks in the kingdom or anywhere else in the world.

What he was bearing witness to, he doubted it was information that Acceradia would ever share with the world. As far as he could see, whoever killed all those people was a monster whom he could not help but fear. It wasn't normal how the criminals were killed.

"Training section complete in 10 minutes, a new record indeed," Izora let out feeling proud.

Draxan turned around to leave, he was feeling nauseated by all the blood that he had witnessed. All the food that he had eaten for breakfast was threatening to come back up. He had caught a glimpse of what he wanted to become but he was unsure if he was capable of becoming a ruthless killer.

"Get me a towel, I got blood on my blouse," he had a familiar voice of the princess say and froze. "How many minutes Izora?" she asked.

"Ten," the girl shouted loud enough for the princess to hear. "Your blood manipulation has gotten stronger," Izora complimented.

"The training was good," a loud voice sounded. "Nice work."

Izora pulled Draxan from the balcony and moved him back to his and the princess's room. The thing that he had paid witness to happens to one of many secrets of Acceradia. She had to ensure that the male would not open his mouth and ever reveal to anyone what he had seen.

"The warrior who killed all those fugitives like that was princess Ariadne?" Draxan questioned but his question was more of a statement than a question. He had not turned around to confirm if it was her but he had heard her voice. He needed to be sure.

"As I advised earlier, there is no way for you to fight her physically or mentally. If you want to win then you have to attack her heart," Izora said not confirming or denying that the person was the princess. It was a warning, one that he was beginning to take seriously.

"I have heard of a flyer, dreamer, healer, tailor, seer, shapeshifter, shaper and more but never about the blood manipulator," he uttered terrified by what he had seen.

From a distance the princess had killed so many people without even touching them. It was so impressive yet scary at the same time.

"And you haven't seen one yet, what happened in the training ground is classified. No one should ever find out that you were there," Izora let out. "Until you get access to such knowledge from the princess or the queen, they should never know that you were there," she added.

"You mentioned that in order to convince the princess that men can be equal to men then I have to approach her with love. How do I do that?" he inquired of her. Saying and doing were different, it was impossible to melt the heart of such an egoistic woman who wouldn't spare him the time of day if she didn't have to prove a point to him.

"it is easy, she is the simplest person that I know," she spoke. "If you want to make her fall for you then you need to force her to look at you," she said confidently.

Her words confused the male, he didn't get what the girl meant. The princess looks at him, she saw him and made sure to glare at him and remind him of how he feels for him.

"Not like that, you have to get her to notice you as a man. An opposite gender with a seductive attraction to engulf her in an irresistible infatuation," she uttered in a sweet voice.

"How do I do that?" he asked.

"You are a man, figure it out," she said to him sternly. She was already helping him behind the princess's back. He shouldn't expect that she would serve him everything on a plate and for him to just sit back and enjoy.