Chapter 20: Forging Warriors: One Weapon at a Time

(POV: Scarllet)

I need to have a serious conversation with Deniel! With determined steps, I head to the laboratory. Without knocking, I enter and find him taking care of the weak human's sister. I control my disgusted expression; by me both of them should be six feet under already.

"Deniel!" I call him. "I can't stand it anymore!" I complain, and he stops what he's doing and looks at me. "I can't stand her!" I say, staring at him.

"Who are you talking about, Scarllet?"

"You know who I'm talking about!" I reply impatient and roll my eyes. I hate when he asks me questions to which he already knows the answer. "That human, I don't want to train her anymore..."

I stop talking as Deniel approaches me so close that I can feel his warm breath against my skin.

"And... I-" I start to stutter, but then I regain my composure. "I won't train either of them anymore..."

I'm interrupted by Deniel's lips on mine. He pushes me against the wall, his hands on my butt, lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his hips and press my breasts against his strong chest.

Deniel's tongue invades my mouth, and our tongues entwine. I wrap my arms around his neck, and his hands tighten their grip on my butt, making me let out a moan into his mouth.

Due to lack of air (or rather, lack of air for Deniel, since I don't breathe, LOL), we stop kissing, and Deniel looks into my eyes. For a moment, I think he can see my inner self, and for some reason, I sense embarrassed.

"Please, Scar, hold on a little longer for me, okay?" Deniel asks, and as always, I can't say no to this man.

"Well... okay, for you, Deniel."

Having said that, he puts me back on the ground and kisses my forehead. Then he turns his back and continues treating Anabelly.

I bite my lip to try to contain the smile, but fail misery. I leave the laboratory and run to my room. Upon arrival, I close the door and scream, throwing myself backward onto the bed. In this moment, I sense like the happiest woman in the world!

Finally! Finally, I got the attention of my beloved.

(POV: Lina)

Something is pushing me, but I don't move. Again, something pushes me, this time stronger. Irritated at having to open my eyes, I look at Sophie with anger, but it only fades when I see her looking at me.

"I need to get up, Lina," she says gentle.

"Huh?" I stare at her for a few seconds, not understanding anything. She can tell by my perplexed expression that I didn't understand. She points with her head toward my arms around her torso and my legs on top of hers.

I release my grip on her, and Sophie smiles at me.

"Thank you, Lina."

"No need to thank me!" I say clumsi. "Sophie?" I call her.

"Yes?"

"Do you want to stop training?"

"No!" she responds only. "I want to get strong to be able to protect my sister when we leave this place!"

"Alright," I agree and smile at her. Sophie leaves the room, leaving me alone.

I get out of bed and go to the bathroom, freshen up and take a shower. I return to the room and dress in the same training uniform as yesterday.

After finishing combing my hair. Sophie enters the room wearing the training uniform and holding a tray. She places the tray on the bed.

"Have you had breakfast yet?" I ask, sitting on the bed.

"No."

"Sit and eat with me."

She gives me a grateful smile and sits on the other side of the tray, facing me.

Without hesitation, we attack the tray. When there's only one cheese bread left, I pick it up and offer it to Sophie.

"For your sister."

"Thank you, Lina," she says with tears in her eyes. "But there's no need, Anabelly eats properly now because of the treatment Deniel is doing."

"Oh, that's good!" I smile and break the cheese bread in half, handing one half to Sophie while I eat the other.

"Training time!" Scarllet shouts as she passes by the bedroom door.

"Time to train, Lina," Sophie says, getting up from the bed. I do the same.

We walk in silence to the training room, and when we arrive, we find Scarllet holding a key in her hand.

"No time to waste. Today, you'll train your weapon skills, and we'll see which one suits each of you better."

She then opens a white cabinet behind her, and my jaw drops at what I see.

As I stood in the training room, my heart raced with anticipation. Scarllet had only opened the cabinet, revealing an array of weapons. Swords, staffs, bows, and various other implements gleamed under the bright lights. Sophie stood beside me, her eyes wide with excitement.

"Today, we will explore different types of weapons and find out which ones are most suitable for each of you," Scarllet announced, a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "Lina, why don't you start with the sword?"

I eagerly nodded, taking a step forward to pick up an elegant sword with a silver hilt. It felt surprisingly natural in my grip as I swung it through the air, testing its weight and balance. Scarllet watched me closely, nodding in approval.

"Now, Sophie," she said, her voice filled with authority. "Let's see how you handle the bow and arrows."

Sophie's eyes widened with a mix of excitement and determination. She stepped forward and carefully selected a longbow and a quiver of arrows. As she nocked an arrow and drew the bowstring, I couldn't help but be impressed by her focus and grace.

Under Scarllet's expert guidance, we began our training. She taught us the stances, footwork, and proper techniques for each weapon. Scarllet's instructions were clear and precise, pushing us to our limits and demanding our best.

I swung the sword in controlled arcs, feeling the strength and precision of each strike. Scarllet's guidance helped me refine my movements, making them more fluid and efficient. I could feel the potential within me, waiting to be unleashed.

Meanwhile, Sophie displayed remarkable skill with the bow. Her arrows flew with accuracy, hitting their targets with impressive precision. Scarllet's instructions helped her fine-tune her aim and control her breathing, turning her natural talent into a formidable skill.

As we continued to train, alternating between different weapons, I marveled at the transformation taking place within us. Scarllet's guidance and experience were invaluable, turning us into capable fighters.

Time seemed to stand still as we immersed ourselves in the training. Sweat trickled down my forehead, and my muscles ached from the effort, but I didn't relent. Every sword strike, every arrow released from the bow. Brought me closer to unlocking my true potential.

Finally, as the training session was nearing its end, we stood side by side, breathless and exhilarated. Scarllet approached us, wearing a proud smile on her face.

"You both did quite well today, for once," Scarllet praised and teased us simultaneous. Typical of her. "Keep training, maybe one day you'll manage to be excellent."

Sophie and I exchanged a glance, feeling a renewed sense of determination. We knew that, despite Scarllet being a curmudgeon, with her guidance, we could become the warriors we aspired to be. The training session was only the beginning of our journey, and we were ready to face the challenges that awaited us.

As we left the training room, I felt my hands ache from the calluses that had formed. Yet, I couldn't help but feel a wave of excitement. The path to mastery stretched before us, and together, Sophie and I would conquer it, one weapon at a time.