The wolf head that Damian had in his possession was enough to prove his success, but he didn't want to take any chances. It would be best if he showed the body as well.
So Damian frantically searched the area, looking for any clues about who might have stolen the wolf. And he found them! There were footprints in the snow, and they led to the castle.
Damian exerted tremendous strength in his legs as he dashed after the footprints. It didn't take long for him to find the culprit: a lady with black hair and a dress.
She ran fast for someone wearing a dress, but she was no match for Damian. He stopped in front of her, his eyes filled with anger.
"I believe this wolf belongs to me," Damian said.
Damian was certain that the lady would be scared after meeting him, but she wasn't. She played with her hair with one hand while holding the wolf with the other.
"I know you're up to something shady in this castle," she said.
"I don't know what you're talking about," Damian said.
"Really? You forgot about the locked doors you opened last night?"
Damian couldn't believe it. He was certain that no one had seen him the other night, but the lady before him had!
"I don't know what you're talking about," he said again.
"Oh, I saw you trespassing," she said. "But don't worry. I'm also staying here on a mission. Maybe we can work together. I heard there are three spots open for new guards. We could both get one."
Damian didn't trust her, but what could he do? She had seen him entering places he shouldn't have, and if Miller found out, Damian would be hunted down and killed.
So the best option for him was to agree. It wasn't like he would lose the test anyway.
"Fine," Damian said. "I have the wolf's head. We can pass the test together. But if you say anything about me to anyone..."
"My lips are sealed," she said.
The two of them said no more words and walked together to the castle. Damian used all of his speed to far surpass her, arriving first and giving Miller the wolf's head.
"You killed it already? That's impressive! You were the first one to complete the test," Miller said.
Miller looked at Damian and saw potential. He wanted Damian to pass the next test and work for him.
'I need a powerful warrior like you,' Miller thought. 'Maybe you could be the captain? Yes, I think you're perfect for the job.'
Damian had to wait for five more people to complete the first test before he could continue. He waited in his room, relaxing by the fireplace. It was cold outside, and there was a lot of snow. Damian was glad to finally be back in his room.
The next day, Miller called Damian to the throne room. When he arrived, five other people were already there, including the lady Damian had met the other day.
"All of you passed the first test," Miller said, looking at each of them, lingering a little longer on Damian.
"The next test is a one-on-one fight. The three winners will get the job."
A duel. That was an old-fashioned way to measure power, but it was also a precise one. Without any external help, such as the environment or hidden attacks, the strongest would win in a clean duel. And that would show who was the most powerful among them.
Damian was fond of such tests, and he was not afraid of anyone in the room, including the lady he had met the night before. He hoped that the draw would not pit them against each other.
Miller randomly chose the fights by pointing at the participants. He was the authority figure here, so no one complained.
All of them went outside to the courtyard near the guard barracks. A nice arena had been set up there, usually used by the guards for practice, but now it would host the final test.
Damian watched the first two fights, and thankfully, he was not against the mysterious lady who had information about him. She won her fight, getting a job as a guard in the Snowheart family castle.
The opponent Damian had to face entered the arena first, staring at him with a mocking face. It was someone Damian had never seen before, a man with a ponytail and a muscular body, looking like a barbarian.
If one judged only by appearance, the man would look scary as hell, but Damian could sense that his power was not that great.
"I'm finally going to get this job, hahaha!" the man said, laughing.
The man used a large axe as a weapon, and the moment Miller said they could start the fight, Damian dashed toward the man as fast as he could.
It was so fast that the man barely had time to react, but he still managed to swing his axe at Damian, who used his right hand to grab the axe by the handle.
"I-Impossible!"
The man was proud of his strength, but Damian easily defeated him using only one arm! That was a blow to his pride!
"Sorry, I want this job," Damian said, punching the man in the stomach.
"Agggr."
The man groaned in pain, and with a single punch, he was unable to continue the fight, falling to the ground. Out of the three fights, Damian was the quickest to win, and the only one who did not even need a weapon!
Miller got up from his seat and looked at Damian like he was looking at a treasure.
"I have a position for captain. Anyone want to face Damian for the job?" Miller said, looking at the other two who had won their fights.
Both shook their heads. "No way am I fighting this guy..."
A fight for the captain role was not a simple duel, but a death match, and no one wanted to risk their lives by facing Damian.
"Well then. You two, new guards, greet your new captain!" Miller said.
The two ladies who were new guards bowed to Damian.
'I can finally start to form my plan!'
Damian now had a decent position within the castle, and that meant his plans could finally begin.
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