Kat PoV
After that night, Jahi was more thoughtful during the remaining nights of our training, thinking hard about the things we had learned about the Demon Clans from the Marquess and Belian, the blue skinned Asmodia contemplating her options and weighing the pros and cons.
All she had to go on about the relations of the clans was from her Mom and Belian, and none of us missed the fact that the name 'Belian' had been used before as the leader of the Beliali; that meant that the man we were seeing now was either the descendent of that Belian, or 'Belian' is the title / name given to those who lead the Beliali Clan.
If he does, than we have two separate Clan Leaders telling us that the Demons inside the Clans aren't exactly the easiest to get along with, and that there would be problems between us and them.
What Jahi needed to decide was whether those problems were worth facing at all, and how she should deal with them if she does face them.
Did she want to recreate the Asmodeucian Clan?
If so, how did she want to recreate it?
Those were the questions on our mind as we went about our days like normal, each of us wondering what the woman we were to be married to wanted to do, and how we could support her to do that.
Though, the answer for 'how did she want to recreate the Asmodeucian Clan' was pretty obvious; she would want children from each of us to begin the bloodline anew.
That... was something all of us were more than willing to help her with, but it needed to be during a more stable time.
Either way, we were willing to offer her our support in any way we could, and I had a feeling that she'd have a distinct answer by the end of our training sessions with Lady Fenryas.
The Demon Wolf was as unforgiving as ever during those weeks, pushing each of us to our breaking points as she introduced days where she wouldn't hold back as much as normal, having Lady D'Arcon on standby as she breezed through us with her scythe, introducing us to pain in its rawest form as we were chopped, sliced, and beaten within an inch of our lives.
Despite having been healed by Lady D'Arcon, we would still leave the training grounds nursing phantom wounds, our bodies unable to comprehend that the hand you lost was actually reattached and working just fine.
Logically, I could understand the purpose of being pushed this hard, as it built up a tolerance for extreme wounds and got us used to fighting something stronger than ourselves, hopefully preparing us for whenever we fought something above us again and giving us a better chance of escaping with our lives.
However, just because the logic might be there didn't mean that this was an easy to handle style of training; there were many nights where the three of us almost closed ourselves off entirely, wanting to escape the pain and never feel it again.
Those were the nights that Leone would slip into our beds and hold us close, comforting us as best she could before pulling us onto one bed, where we could feel the warmth of everyone.
That wasn't to say that the Vampire wasn't facing her own set of trials where we couldn't see; she returned to us each night looking haggard and frustrated, on the brink of giving up as she stared blankly at her meals before eating.
Her trials were different from ours, but she still managed to push through that and comfort us all, giving us the warmth and love we needed to finish out this training.
By the time that the end of the trainings came about, we were utterly exhausted - all of us, including the Knights, and even the Marquess - and ready to collapse, only to do just that as Lady Fenryas simply never showed up to the training grounds that morning, signaling the end of our torture.
Personally, I was blessed with the ability to see just how much my abilities had approved under her tutelage, as well as under Princi's guidance as well, since my stats increased and my skills upgraded as well.
[Stats:
STR : 68 -> 85
CON : 75 -> 95
AGI : 74 -> 92
DEX : 74 -> 92
CHA : 65 -> 75
WIS : 66 -> 74
INT : 66 -> 74]
The extreme training regimen was physically centered, and with how often I was getting hit and how much I needed to improve just to land a hit, I wasn't surprised that my physical stats left my magical stats behind in the dust.
As for Charisma, I was told by the System that it was practically capped at 100, and that after 100 it was just a vanity stat; at that point, you were the most beautiful 'you' that you could be in your natural state, and everything else relied on how you held yourself, spoke, and all those small details that usually go unnoticed.
For my skills though, only a few ranked up - and I gained two new ones.
[Dagger Proficiency (Adept) -> (Expert)]
[Healing (Expert) -> (Master)]
[Crucible (Novice) -> (Apprentice)]
Those were my existing skills; my dagger abilities went up, my healing magic was more potent (albeit slightly), and my ability to Dual Cultivate with my lovers increased as well...
For the two new skills, they were as follows:
[Sword Proficiency (Novice) : Increases efficiency with all sword type weapons and makes them slightly easier to wield]
[No Pain, No Gain (Novice) : The more damage you receive, the more damage you deal; additionally, your XP gains are doubled when you overcome a strenuous battle]
I had been... 'gifted' [No Pain, No Gain] from the perpetual beatings that Lady Fenryas had dished out to me, but the [Sword Proficiency] was one that I bought since I had leveled up as well, reaching Level 30.
After multiple years, I was almost a third of the way to triple digits...
You would think that was pathetic, but to me it was admirable and rather understandable; I wasn't going out of my way to hunt monsters all the time, since this... this was my second chance at life.
I wanted to live and do things that I never was able to do before, and make moments with my lovers whenever I could.
If that meant a lower leveling speed, so be it...
Especially since from everything I've seen, compared to others inside my own age range, I was progressing far faster than most.
Of course, now with the Fiends returning and Jillian still out and about, we needed to get even stronger even faster, hence this training session with Lady Fenryas.
Anyways, the reason for picking up [Sword Proficiency] was simple; I needed the range that a sword of some kind could provide, and while Shatter Fang could do that, I wanted a real blade that I could add other effects too.
My line of thinking was going towards a rapier, since currently I am more 'built' for speed and precision, with the possibility of me getting a 'lance' eventually, some kind of conical sword...
I had many ideas floating around, but for now I was going with the rapier.
But, now that the training was over, we were moving onto 'better' things; better for our mental states, anyways...
This 𝓬ontent is taken from f(r)eeweb(n)ovel.𝒄𝒐𝙢