"Here, the waist is strained."

"Slowly, squat down."

Prisis's flushed cheeks squatted down like a ripe apple.

From time to time, she quietly turned her head and looked at Victor behind her.

"Law...... Mr. Mage, is it okay? ”

"It's about to ...... I can't hold on anymore. ”

Prisis squeezed the words out of her throat, as if she had exhausted all her strength, and it was very difficult.

The next second, a hand was placed on her shoulder and patted gently.

"That's it."

Prisis quickly stood up and twisted her neck.

While rubbing his sore waist, he pounded his aching legs.

This sore feeling really made her unbearable.

Zamabu was also too tired.

Prisis gasped for breath and leaned against the pillar behind her, stretching feebly.

Listening to the sound of bones rattling, it was as if all the fatigue of the body had dissipated together.

Victor stood behind Prisis, looked at the pocket watch in his hand, and sighed softly.

"Forty-eight seconds, three seconds more than before, there is an improvement."

Prisis's cheeks were still flushed, and a smile climbed up her cheeks as she heard her improvements,

The scarlet eyes looked at Victor expectantly, as if they wanted to hear praise for progress.

"But you're still the worst grader."

Hearing this, Prichis suddenly lowered her head.

She also wants to compare with others, but her physical fitness just doesn't allow it.

She tilted her head and looked to the side.

The two tiger men put their hands on their waists, their legs straightened, forming a ninety-degree angle, and stood on the ground with horse steps.

The breath was calm, and there was not even a trace of sweat on that face.

Prisis was confused.

Is it possible that because they are tigers, they don't sweat on their foreheads?

However, the two tiger men remained motionless in this position from early in the morning.

It's noon, and they're still in their current motion.

At this time, Prisis secretly looked at Aurelian on the other side.

After training, she can also last for a long time.

However, she naturally did not need to train the physical exercise of Zama step.

After all, the genres are different.

At this time, Aurelian was repeating the action of swinging the sword.

From morning to now.

Again and again, and again.

Sweat continued to spill from her body, even soaking through her loose clothes.

Sticking to the body, it seems to be able to see through those little transparency.

Prichis didn't dare to continue to look closely, and hurriedly turned her head back and looked at Victor with a calm face:

"Law...... Mr. Mage. ”

"Why should I practice this?"

Victor glanced at Prisis' scarlet eyes and began to answer:

"In order for you to become a martial artist."

"Martial artist?"

Prisis froze at the term.

It was the first time she'd heard this... Occupation?

Victor's gaze wandered over her, surveying Prisis' body.

Although Prisis still has the same heart as a seventeen-year-old girl.

But over the years, her body has not stopped growing normally.

The body has already grown to the point of maturity, and the place where it should grow is not bad at all.

It's already a legal girl.。

Therefore, it is more difficult to become a martial artist at this time.

It's just that she is the most perfect blood clan forged by Laurien's millions of blood in exchange for death.

So much so that her body is very powerful, even to the point of being incredible.

But she has a great flaw, and at the bottom of Guanta Prison, it was exposed.

That is, lack of stamina.

The bloodline was so perfect that Prisis possessed great strength and self-healing powers, but the body could not fully withstand it.

As a result, she was unable to completely unleash her power.

She needs to take her time, through constant combat and practice, to channel the strength of her body.

Victor's original intention was for Prichistol to communicate with the warriors and train together to enhance her slightly fragile staying power.

Among these countless professions, the martial artist is undoubtedly the most suitable for her.

Because any martial artist needs to practice qi every day.

Absorb the breath of life from the natural environment to nourish yourself and maintain the supply of qi and blood.

For the blood clan of Prisis, a martial artist who can replenish her blood qi is the most suitable profession for her.

It also works on Prisis' staying power by the way.

Pulisis asked suspiciously:

"That'...... How far I'm going to practice. ”

Victor listened to Prisis's question and thought for a moment:

"It's about the same level as the two of them."

"Huh?"

She looked at the two tiger men who were still thunderous and held their postures, and her face was afraid, and she unconsciously kept her distance from them

Prisis regretted it.

Not to mention the morning, even forty seconds she felt back pain, and she wished to collapse on the bed in the next second.

How long will it take to train to the point where two tigers stand for a morning?

But that's not all, Victor continued:

"Of course, there's more to it than that."

He continued lightly,

"I'll keep one of the tiger people behind, and she'll keep you safe and act as your teacher, overseeing your daily practice."

As the words fell, the female tigerman, who was walking in Zama, stopped her movements and walked to Victor's side.

It stood in front of Prisis, clasped its hands into fists, and bowed to her.

Prisis opened her eyes and was slightly stunned, and her thoughts couldn't help but be scattered.

She hurriedly raised her head and looked at Victor:

"Mr. Mage, you ...... Are you leaving? ”

Victor nodded indifferently.

"I'm from the Empire, so naturally I can't stay in the kingdom for long."

Puliss subconsciously approached and hurriedly said:

"Then I can ...... with you?"

Suddenly, Victor raised his hand, fingertips lightly pressed against her forehead.

Prisis looked at him with some confusion, and the next second.

Bang！

The crisp sound of the skull sounded, and Victor still flicked his fingers.

"Huh."

Prichis felt a special pain, clutching her head, her eyes turning red.

Even a few tears flowed from the pain.

A doubt flashed through her heart.

Mr. Victor is obviously a mage, how can he have so much strength......

Without waiting for her to react, Victor said indifferently:

"You know it hurts?"

Prisis endured the pain and did not speak, and her mouth bulged out with anger.

"First of all, even if you abandon your kingdom identity, you are still a lord."

"The people of Sauburn need you, and if you leave, who will continue to run Sauburn?"

"Your father's hard work in life has been in vain."

As Prisis listened, she covered her head as well, her eyebrows lowered, and her expression darkened.

At the mention of her father, Prisis becomes silent.

Parents are the eternal pain in her life, and she can't ignore the sacrifices of the two.

It was the love that was just to keep her in the world.

"Your Highness the Princess, Count Victor."

At this moment, a voice came from behind Victor.

He turned to see a group of people walking this way.

At the head of the group was Gwen, with twelve diplomatic envoys behind her.

They called out to Victor and reported to him and the princess:

"The magic train is here tonight, and if we're going to leave today, we're going to Surburn now."

Hearing the Foreign Secretary's words, Aurelian lowered the blade of her sword.

With a flick of her fingers in the air, a purifying spell wiped away all the sweat from her body and clothes.

Ever since she was able to control necromancy, Mr. Victor stopped preventing her from using it.

The remaining tiger man also recovered from his horse state and saluted Victor.

Vanilla also carried the heavy luggage and followed behind Aurelian.

Finally, Victor looked at Prisis with his head bowed and spoke slowly:

"Let's go."

"You and I, it's time to go home."

……

At this time, the night was deep, and the stars dotted the sky.

In front of the train platform, the twelve ministers looked at the night of the kingdom and were immersed in emotion.

This time they left the kingdom, and no one came to see them off.

Yesterday, the Minister of Foreign Affairs had already exchanged greetings with the nobles of the kingdom.

I still remember when they first arrived in the Kingdom of Kante this year, they were greeted by a lively procession, including Count Laurien.

It's particularly lively.

But now, they're leaving.

In just one month, things have been different.

The Earl of Laurion has passed away.

Who would have thought?

Count Laurion is actually a Blood.

I can't help but feel a little more sad in everyone's hearts.

But more than that, I'm happy.

The annual business trip is finally over, and after that, you can take a long break again.

Whew-

A burst of steam came from the front of the platform, and the magically formed heterochromatic rails appeared under the night.

The doors of the train slowly opened, and bright lights came out of the carriage, shining on the people who were shrouded in darkness.

The subhuman guards brought by the Knights and Victor were all lined up in two teams at this time, and boarded the train one after another.

The last of the knights led the horses to the last carriages.

Gwen slowly turned her head and glanced at Victor and the girl with the same blood-colored eyes.

Then, he turned around and boarded the carriage first.

Prisis stood in front of Victor, and behind her, the female tigerman stood obediently.

"Reach out."

She was stunned for a moment, looking a little reluctant, but she still obediently stretched out her hand.

Then, a golden card appeared in her hand.

She looked at the gold card and was surprised.

Because it is also engraved with the logo of the 'Casidra Chamber of Commerce'.

"There's a billion in it, put it here for you."

"Bishop Michaela has a group of sub-people to support, and they can't support them financially."

"Remember, they will be your strength."

Prisis listened to Victor's instructions, nodded slightly, grabbed the gold card, and watched Victor gradually leave.

The black trench coat was reflected in her blood-colored eyes, which looked particularly distant.

Prisis opened her mouth:

"Parent ......"

She was tempted to ask if they would ever see each other again.

In the end, however, she failed to utter the words.

The card in his hand seems to have Victor's residual heat on it.

It wasn't until Victor boarded the train as the last man that the train moved slowly.

The magic track below began to spread again, filling the air with a strange color of magic.

A puff of white steam rose from the train, and the long train rolled along the tracks, rolling its wheels and gradually rising into the sky.

Prisis looked at the sky, a different light in her eyes.

Suddenly, a breeze swept around her.

Prissis was keenly aware and looked back.

She was taken aback.

"Big ...... Grand duke. ”

Barlow stood beside her, cane in hand.

When did the Grand Duke come?

So, is he also here to see him off?

At this moment, the Grand Duke's cloudy eyes looked at the train with some trembling.

It's like nostalgia, but it's silent.

He spoke slowly, and asked Prisis beside him:

"Why didn't you say that?"

"...... that sentence?"

Prisis thought for a moment and shook her head.

"It's a little reluctant."

The breeze stirred Prisis's long silver hair,

The stars twinkled in the sky at night, as if her hair was shining brightly.

The heterochromatic streamer in the scarlet eyes gradually faded away, and the bright white moon was reflected in the bottom of the eyes, which was very calm.

The stars hung above everyone's heads, drifting with the breeze.

"I don't want to, too."