Chapter 15 The Amber-Eyed Beastman Young Master Appears

That night, Ancia was a little sullen. She picked up her flowerpot and went back to the villa to rest, leaving Erlan standing by the lake all night.

However, even as dawn broke, he still couldn't figure out why.

Ancia slept until noon, and after waking up, her slight dissatisfaction vanished. She completely forgot about the matter and happily went to her assassination class.

When you're bad at a certain skill, even the simplest progress can bring a great sense of accomplishment.

Many people in cloaks arrived early at the assassination class. This time, they did not deliberately avoid Ancia, but they still kept their distance from each other and did not stick together.

It felt like stepping into a stray cat shelter, and it was full of black cats.

The largest one only enters the classroom during class time, and its words are brief: "We'll take turns checking."

Murtrie's explanation was simple, but it took Ancia a while to understand. Every assassin has different habits, and Murtrie was checking whether they had corrected the flaws pointed out in the previous lesson.

Of course, everything was corrected. The cloaks waited confidently for Mortley to find them, only to have Mortley point out new flaws.

Instead of practicing her dagger skills with the training puppets, Ancia observed her classmates, trying to find an assassin who could serve as the offensive unit in her and Heligalo's team.

Although her gaze wasn't scorching, it was extremely noticeable. Several students in cloaks who were being stared at by her pulled their hoods down and avoided looking in Ancia's direction.

Merriel intentionally shielded the cloaked students, but Ancia couldn't see their moves and even moved to a new position.

As if sensing the cloaked classmate's unease, Ancia covered her eyes with her hands, secretly opening her fingers a crack to continue observing through the gap.

The hood of the cloaked student was almost torn off. Mortley walked helplessly to Ancia's side. "Ancia, if you want to see, go to my office."

Ancia lowered her head shyly and followed Mortley to his office, which was actually on the floor below the basement classroom. The entrance was hidden, and Ancia would not have noticed it even after passing by several times if Mortley hadn't opened the passage hidden in the wall.

This office also served as Murtrie's residence. Apart from a neatly folded bed, there was only a table and chairs, and the place felt utterly deserted.

Merri pulled out a chair for Ancia, tapped the table, and the black surface instantly changed, displaying a scene from the classroom.

magic.

Ancia watched intently as the cloaked students displayed their skills. She could tell that these older students also had their own unique techniques, but none of them could last more than three rounds against Murtrie.

Only the small cloak that slips through her shadow is the most powerful, able to last a little longer.

Should we choose her?

When Merri finished teaching the other students and returned to the office, he saw Ancia deep in thought.

He tapped on the other wall, and the wall floated and retracted to form a simple cooking station.

Merri tied on an apron, took out a fresh dragon meat steak from his storage ring, fried it until it was medium-rare, then drizzled it with dragon liver sauce and garnished it with dream herbs.

The silencing magic of the cooking station kept the entire process quiet, with only the increasingly enticing aroma of food awakening Ancia.

"It smells so good." Ancia sniffed.

"The fire dragon meat from deep within the Monster Mountain Range should be considered a local delicacy." Mortley placed the plate on the table, and the screen automatically turned off.

His inverted triangle physique was fully exposed by the binding of his apron, his waist was exceptionally thin compared to his broad shoulders, a perfect description of an ape's back and wasp's waist.

His sharp and cold demeanor was softened by the light-colored apron, giving him a more domestic and husbandly air.

Is the food prepared by a top assassin edible?

The ribs on the plate had been thoughtfully cut into bite-sized pieces. Ancia picked up a piece of dragon meat with her fork and took a careful bite. The meat was tender and juicy, and the dragon liver sauce on top added a touch of spiciness, which was just right.

Unexpectedly delicious.

“I only eat food I cook myself. I’m not picky, so I don’t know if it will suit your taste. Is it good?” Merri sat across from Ancia, a little nervous. “If you don’t like it, I’ll ask the little fairy to make you something new.”

"Delicious!" Ancia's eyes lit up, and she ate faster.

Murtrie waited until she had almost finished eating before asking, "Is there something you're worried about?"

Ancia swallowed the last bite and put down her fork. "Is it that obvious? Well, actually it's about forming teams for the scrimmage. My team is still missing an upperclassman for the offensive position. Professor Murtrie, what do you think of Nancy?"

"At the offensive position... I have a better candidate to recommend, but I don't know if he'll agree," Murtrie said after a moment's thought.

"Is he/she Professor Murtrie's student?" Ancia asked curiously.

“No, we’re acquaintances.” Merriel’s eyes rarely showed a smile, and his cold, hard features softened a bit.

A glass of water with mint in it appeared on the table. Murtrie took away the silver plate. "Drink your water first. After I'm done cleaning up, I'll take you to him."

Ancia silently drank her water, admiring the back of Mortley as he diligently washed the dishes. He was truly a good man, a perfect husband and wife, and you would never guess that his profession was assassin.

Merri led Ancia toward the first floor of the main castle, skillfully avoiding the portraits on the walls and the knights' armor in the corridors, before stopping in front of an area filled with a faint smell of potions.

The infirmary in Gracia, though called an infirmary, actually occupies half the area of ​​this floor.

"Murthy, visiting friends again?" asked the kind and elderly Pastor Mary with a smile.

Her gaze fell on Ancia again. "You brought a little one with you. I remember you, the freshman with a Light affinity of 100 on the opening test. May the light be with you."

A blessing flew from Maria's palm to Ancia, making Ancia feel as comfortable as if she were soaking in a hot spring from head to toe.

"Thank you," Ancia replied with a smile.

After greeting Maria, Murtrie walked straight to the room in the corner, knocked twice on the door, and then pushed it open and went in.

"Skark, do you want to join Ancia's competition team?" Mertri asked directly.

There was a messy, ball-shaped blanket on the hospital bed. Short, dark red hair stubbornly peeked out from the edge of the blanket. The ball-shaped object seemed to be disturbed from its sleep and impatiently lifted the blanket covering its face, revealing a head of wild, unruly short, dark red hair standing up on its head.

"What nonsense! I'm still recovering from my injuries, I'm not going... Ahhhhh! It's you!"

Shocked, Skulk pulled the covers over his head again, leaving only a pair of wolf ears with fine downy tips standing upright from his red hair.

He combed his hair under the covers, finally managing to tame his tangled hair a bit. He slowly pulled the covers down, cleared his throat, and said, "Good afternoon, beautiful lady."

Merri frowned. "Don't pinch it."

“What are you saying? I’ve always been this sweet,” Skark said in a sunny, polite, and gentle voice.

"You know me?" Ancia asked, puzzled.

The fourth male protagonist is Skark Brand, a young orc lord whose race is the Fiery Wolf.

"Don't you remember me?" Skulk looked a little disappointed, but he quickly composed himself, jumped off the bed, and moved closer to Ancia. "Take another look, do you remember anything?"

Skalk's hair was a striking deep red, like embers after a fire, and his skin was a sun-kissed honey color. His sleeveless shirt and loose collar clearly showed off his muscular physique, and he looked at Ancia with anticipation.

Ancia's gaze moved from the sharp canines revealed when he smiled to meet Skalk's eyes.

They were amber eyes, with long, narrow, vertical pupils, full of primal bestiality and power. But when he looked at Ansia, his pupils dilated slightly, and his eyes were like flowing honey.

They look familiar; I feel like I've seen them somewhere before.

"The Monster Mountain Range." Seeing that Ancia hadn't remembered for a while, Skalk couldn't help but prompt her.

Warcraft Mountains... amber eyes...

A sudden flash of inspiration struck Ansia.

"You're that little dog? I thought you were dead..." Ancia covered her mouth in shock.

"You remember now! I didn't die. I was teleported back to the academy just before I was bitten." Skark's fluffy tail swayed behind him as he smiled brightly.

"I'm sorry I didn't choose to save you in order to survive, but if it happened again, I would still make the same choice." Ancia said her thoughts honestly, though she was a little uneasy.

“Nothing is more important than your own life. You made the right choice. Back then, you didn’t know who I was and thought I was just an ordinary little dog.” Skulk shook his head indifferently.

"And you cast healing spells on me many times, which allowed me to hold out until the teleportation took effect. Thank you, you are my savior." His voice suddenly softened, and his tail wagged even more happily.

“But you just refused your savior’s invitation to team up,” Murtrie pointed out calmly.

"Oh dear, oh dear... that's because I didn't know it was you. I didn't even know your name. Your name is Ancia, right? That's a beautiful name. Are you a freshman this year? I was planning to go back to the Monster Mountain Range to find you after I recovered from my injuries, but I didn't expect you to be in the academy too. Are you a student of Mortri now..." Skark started talking non-stop, bombarding Ancia with questions.

"Stop." Ancia decisively raised her finger and placed it on Skark's lips; the touch was soft.

His words were silenced, and only his amber eyes blinked at her.

"You just said you still need to recover from your injury, so I won't bother you any longer..."

"Who said that? It shouldn't have been me. I don't need to recover anymore; I'm almost fully healed. A scrimmage, is it? I'd like to join." Skulk remained expressionless, swallowing back what he had said a minute earlier.

Merri watched Skark's performance quietly, then called over Pastor Maria. "Pastor, please check if Skark is ready to leave the medical room now."

Pure, luminous energy emanated from the palm of Pastor Maria's hand as she examined Skalk from head to toe. "A few more bottles of healing potion and you'll be able to leave."

"Thank you, thank you, please fill my cup, Pastor Maria!" Skark smiled broadly, wagging his tail.

Ancia's competition team is finally complete.

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