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We are now standing in the middle of the woods, with me wearing that strange armour!

Spencer bought me shooting tools and the necessary equipment and clothes.

"Did you tell me again what exactly we are doing here?"

"On your trip and while you are in the palace, you will definitely go through a lot of dangers, so I want to know your reactions and how long you can survive."

"What!  Alive! .You're kidding, of course, Mr. Spencer. You're standing in front of the fastest vampire in the entire Lower Realm."

She said it confidently, as if it were some historical fact.

Spencer said while his eyebrow rose up.

"So, show me."

He brought a shooting board containing some colours, ending in the middle of it with a large red dot, to hang it on a tree a few metres from Damontry.

"Can you hit the middle?"

"Watch this."

 

She said to raise the bag of arrows on her shoulder and hold the bow, pulling an arrow from the bag and fixing it with an archery bow in her hand, closing her left eye to make the red dot in her other eye, and pulling the arrow with concentration, aiming to hit the middle of the board.

After a few seconds, she fired the arrow, confident that it would hit the middle exactly when the arrow approached the board.

 

But the painting disappeared!

Damontry's jaw dropped to the seventh floor!

 

"What the! What the hell is that? the hell!!".

 

"Come on, hit me in the middle."

Spencer said,, bringing his arms up to his chest as he stared at her defiantly.

"Are you senile?" Where did the painting disappear to be injured?"

She shouted angrily at him as she pointed to the position of the painting earlier with her bow.

 

"I didn't bring you here to prove your human abilities in bragging, but to test your abilities against nature as a vampire and werewolf, and as an abnormal girl whose training would certainly be abnormal, and now show me your abilities as a vampire fit to be in the royal family!"

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"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You didn't give me a chance; now watch out!"

He shouted at the end of his sentence, warning her.

The aim board now hovered tangentially and rotated to make a razor-sharp blade that could cut into trees from the passive aiming board, and it disappeared to appear completely heading towards Damontry.

Damontry automatically lowered her head in disbelief to see the blade fly right over her.

"Hell, do you want to kill me?"

"I want you to destroy it, Damontry, with your arrows."

"That's impossible; how do I-"

Her sentence was interrupted by the blade being turned towards her again, and at the same moment, Damontry's instinctive power to transform into a vampire began to appear.

The emerald colour in her eyes began to dissipate to be replaced by the black colour, and her jaw began to expand to show her very white fangs, and her skin paled to white as if it were crystal.

She corrected herself and began to run at a terrible speed between the trees, to be followed by the blade at the same speed, cutting everything that passed in front of her, fully prepared to dissect Damion into small pieces.

"Miss, don't run; she'll follow you. Just face her, and good luck."

"Spencer, I hate you!"

She jumped up a tree, trying to catch her breath, getting ready to meet the blade heading towards her with killer speed.

She pulled an arrow to place it firmly in the bow and made the blade the centre of the arrow's firing towards him. She fired the arrow to cut the blade in half longitudinally.

"Damn, what now?"

Damontry cursed in disbelief and quickly sped through the trees to be caught by the blade.

Meanwhile, all that was on her mind was destroying that damned thing that was chasing her.

 

As she ran, she saw the lake in which she had washed earlier, and an idea occurred to her, so she quickly jumped into it for the blade to follow.

Damiontry swam very fast to get between the sea rocks and reefs, trying to deflect the blade from its place, but I couldn't get the blade completely behind it, so it swam to the top of the water's surface at a very high speed, formed as a result of its exit from the water like a mini water explosion, to climb behind the blade.

 

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But where is Damontry?

Atop a tall tree, Damontry whispered to herself while catching her breath.

"I hope this trick works again."

She focused the flaming arrow accurately towards the blade, so the arrow shot out at a very high speed, penetrating the blade completely to fall to the ground and start igniting.

Damontry ran towards her at high speed to make sure that it was smashed. The blade kept tumbling to the ground, burning as if it were a living creature, and making frightful wailing sounds. Damiontry grabbed her forcefully and threw her into a tree, and at the same time, several more arrows from Damontry pierced her to fix her frame on the tree.

And so it ended.

Damontry, wet and tired, sighed back to normal and allowed her body to fall to the ground to catch her breath.

Spencer appeared in front of her, applauding and smiling.

"That was amazing; well done, miss."

 

Damontry looked at him with a grudge, hissing with scattered breaths.

"Get out of my face, Spencer."

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"Miss, don't be like this."

He grabbed her palm, which extended in the air, to help her stand.

"Now are you ready to turn into a werewolf?"

"Somewhat"

You looked at him, unsure.

"Have you converted before?"

Spencer wondered at her confused appearance.

"Yeah, actually many times, but my strength is incomplete and my transformation time is short. I also only get into wolf form; I don't have any strength."

"Okay, that's fine." We'll improve it after getting half of the power stone. In fact, your power will automatically increase when you get it, and you will be completely transformed into a werewolf. But now let's see how strong you can get."

"But it is not up to me."

Damontry said, staring at her hands.

" Why ? ".

Spencer furrowed his eyebrows.

"I don't know. It just comes like this: I think when I'm angry or when I'm distracted, I find I'm turned unconscious."

She shrugged her shoulders helplessly.

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"Just try to focus so you can turn."

 

"I'll try ".

Damontry nodded in the affirmative, then stood up, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes to try to focus.

A few seconds later, hey, and a light wind started to make her long, wet locks of hair begin to rise from her shoulders, Spencer smiled hopefully, waiting for the moment a huge wolf belonging to the great race of Ilgara appeared before him, but

"This doesn't work!"

Damontry grumbled, opening her eyes to let the wind stop. Spencer felt a little disappointed, then an idea flashed in his head. It's okay to try, right?

"Okay, then let's go back."

"Spencer," said Spencer as he turned to have Damontry facing his back.

"What! That's just it!".

Damontry cried out in disbelief.

"What! You failed!"

Spencer turned to face her while staring at her with expectations of failure.

"You-, but shouldn't you make me try, or you try to advise me to do something? Try again! Or... I don't know!"

She scratched her head in confusion, staring at him.

"You can't turn; you've already failed."

Spencer said with a mocking tone of voice, turning once more.

Damontry rose up.

"Hey, no, I'll turn around and you'll see."

Spencer chuckled lightly and shrugged as he moved his hands while he could sense the aura of anger behind him.

"Prove it, with all due respect, Miss, but that's what losers say."

And Damontry was already caught.

"I am not a failure."

She shrieked loudly, her voice thickening at the end of her sentence, her eyes sparkling a light blue, her sharp fangs beginning to appear in the hollow of her mouth, and her long hair dyed white. Royal Ilgara dynasty to shock Spencer!

 

"Miss!!".

Spencer said it submissively, bending his feet in front of the astonished Damontry.

"Spencer, what are you doing?"

Damontry spoke strangely.

Spencer straightened up, amazed at how much Damontry resembled her father after the transformation. No werewolf had ever acquired fur as bright as the race, and he felt history repeat itself. Centuries had passed since he saw wolves of that breed, and now the last line stands before him.

"You can talk!"

He denounced it after returning to reality.

"Miss, you are a copy of your father."

Damontry sat on her legs to cheer.

Really, that's great, Spencer.

Spencer nodded

"Okay, now it's time for the test. I want you to hunt a wild deer."

"That's easy ".

 

They began wandering in the woods until Damontry saw a deer near the lake, and without any waiting, she ran quickly to pounce on the deer inadvertently, ready to tear it to pieces.

"Damontry no!" Spencer exclaimed.

Damontry looked around to find a herd of deer and young deer running towards their mother, only to realise that she was about to kill her.

She looked again at the deer below her to remember seeing her in the past when she ran towards her mother's corpse and started screaming.

She returned to her consciousness and her human form to slowly move away from above the gazelle.

I looked at the mother deer and found that she had injured her knee while Spencer was standing there silently watching Damontry.

Damontry approached the deer while carrying the first-aid kit that Spencer had previously brought when they were in the store. She grabbed the foot of the mother deer and treated it while Spencer did not move. After she had finished, the little deer came close to Damontry, patting them on the head, and then headed for Spencer.

She gave him a calm smile.

"I think that's enough. To get back, Mr. Spencer, we must prepare for tonight."

Then they were about to leave.

 

You don't know what awaits her after several hours.

And what fate has in store for her.