Rise of the White Devil

Chapter 103 Battle Style

"Right, you did mention something like that," Lucas nodded as he remembered the last time they met, Nyx had something for him to help him get stronger.

Getting something from a Saint who is perhaps the oldest in Myrniel currently would surely benefit him.

'I wonder just how much he exactly knows and has,' he thought, as he wondered what exactly it was that would help someone like him.

An old book jumped out of the shadows beneath Nyx's feet as he grabbed it with his right hand.

The thin book's cover was pitch black, and Lucas found it hard to concentrate on looking at it.

"Here,"

Nyx handed it over to him under Lucas's puzzled gaze.

"It's a battle style," he elaborated, and Lucas's eyes widened.

'He knew?'

As if reading his thoughts, Nyx answered calmly, leaning back on the couch with his eyes closed and crossing his arms.

"I have seen your performance at the entrance exam. Truly remarkable with how skilled you are with the sword and magic at the same time. But when I saw you fighting against that little moth and snake, I noticed that it was a battle style that you lacked."

Lucas's lips twitched at hearing Nyx's words.

'Little? They were little in his eyes?'

He started to question if perhaps old age had gotten to Nyx's brain.

'If that is little, what does he consider big?' He shuddered at that thought.

He didn't want to think about all of this currently, so he instead kept listening to Nyx, distracting his mind.

"Your movement with your sword is good, but it's too basic. I can see that you have clearly mastered the basics perfectly, but that was it."

Lucas nodded at his words, as he knew that Nyx was right. He didn't have a battle style and didn't know how to create one either.

Instead, he had focused on at least mastering the basics to make it easier for him in the future when he figures out how to make a battle style.

His family wasn't one to have a line of swordsmen; instead, everyone was a mage who had Nightstar as their name, making him the first to be a swordsman in the Nightstar family, or at least that is what his father had told him.

He could've chosen another weapon like the spear or daggers like Seraphina, but Lucas didn't for a simple reason—swords are cool.

Lucas didn't really believe his words, since his father did tell him that the Nightstars actually had a battle style yet no swordsmen.

It was strange to say the least, but nonetheless, Lucas didn't push it.

"Though I have to say I never thought I'd see the day again where a dual wielder would be able to fuse their element with their aura," Nyx said, praising Lucas as he stared at him, bewildered, picking up on the certain words Nyx chose—again.

"What do you mean by again?" Lucas asked.

Nyx smirked at him before responding.

"You don't really think you, Klaus Ceviel, and Seraphina Darkcrest are the only dual wielders that ever lived, do you? In the Void Era, being a dual wielder was as common as it could get. But alas, for some reason after the Void War, when everything became lost, so did the ability to dual wield.

Perhaps it is because of the seal making it difficult to use their mana and aura simultaneously since they don't have enough," he said, as Lucas listened attentively.

"Are you a dual wielder?" Lucas asked, and Nyx nodded, making Lucas even more curious about how strong everyone was back in the Void Era.

Lucas accepted the book as Nyx spoke again about it.

"The book will teach you an incomplete battle style. In fact, it could barely be called a battle style, but for someone like you, it would be enough. Use this to make your own battle style, Lucas, something that belongs to you alone."

He said, making Lucas nod, albeit a little reluctantly, since he had gotten his hopes up about getting an actual battle style.

'I should be grateful that I know how to finally start, I guess,' he thought as he put the book in his inventory.

He wondered just about Nyx's shadow abilities.

'His shadow magic has a lot of spatial features.'

"By the way, can you tell me some more stuff about dragons?"

Lucas asked a little hopefully, since he thought that perhaps Nyx might still know a little bit more about the dragons.

This could help him figure out why Luna slept so much and felt stronger. He was worried that it might be something that could turn out to be troublesome if he didn't know the reason for it.

"Dragons, huh..."

Pinching his chin as if in deep thought, Nyx spoke again.

"Well, for starters, from what I can recall, dragons have an affinity to all four basic elements..."

'So that doesn't apply to half-dragons, huh.'

"Also, the ability to change to their human or true form."

Lucas nodded, as he could transform into his half-dragon form as well, though not fully... yet.

Suddenly, Nyx looked at him with a smirk, making Lucas annoyed for some reason.

"Oh, and they are, of course, extremely prideful, no matter how strong the opponent," he said, making Lucas avert his gaze.

No matter the person, Lucas never backed down, even if it meant his death.

He knew it was foolish, but he just couldn't admit defeat.

'I really should keep these things in check...' he thought before Nyx continued.

"Right, they also get stronger by absorbing the mana in the air subconsciously, no matter what they are doing. Even if it's sleeping, they will only get stronger. Truly unfair, if I may say..."

Hearing his last words, Lucas looked at him wide-eyed.

'Is that why Luna feels stronger every time she sleeps?'

"Your bond has been sleeping a lot while getting stronger, right?" Nyx said as Lucas nodded his head, since it wasn't a secret between him and Nyx about Luna.

"You don't need to worry. Being lazy and sleepy is a common trait for dragons, especially baby dragons, as they get stronger as well," he said, assuring him, making Lucas relieved.

"The same could be said for you as well."

Lucas looked at him, puzzled at his sudden words.

"Though no one can see except for a Saint, you are subconsciously absorbing the mana around here in this room," he said, making Lucas shocked as he didn't ever know about that.

'Only a Saint... wait, does that mean that the Elven King and the Vice Principal know?' Lucas was panicking inwardly as he knew that absorbing the mana subconsciously isn't normal, especially for humans and most races.

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'Why haven't they done or said anything...'

"It won't be long now before you become a peak 6-star level," Nyx said as Lucas pursed his lips, not responding to his obvious voice filled with envy.

It looked like he still had a lot of things to learn about being a half-dragon.

Not wanting to let the tea get any colder, he picked it up and drank it all in one go, while Nyx just drank at his own pace, taking sips in between.

Lucas wondered about the man in front of him. Mysterious, mischievous, and obviously dangerous.

He pitied the people that made an enemy of the Sovereign of Shadows.

As he thought, Nyx spoke again.

"Ah yes, I forgot, but there is someone I'd like you to meet," he said, making Lucas puzzled but nodded nonetheless.

As he was about to pick up his mask again to cover his face, Nyx stopped him.

"Don't. I'd like it if you showed your real face to him. Also, don't use your dragon's aura."

"He should be arriving here any minute now," this made Lucas even more curious about just who he was about to meet and wondered how Nyx contacted him.

'It's not like he knew exactly when our conversation would stop... right?'

As he thought, the door opened as someone walked in, making Lucas and Nyx turn their heads towards the person he was supposed to meet.

The person had his black obsidian-like hair combed back and his eyes were as red as blood itself.

The man was quite handsome, Lucas thought.

As he entered, he didn't dare to look up towards Lucas and Nyx's faces as he stood in front of them and bowed.

"I am honored to meet the great Sovereigns," he said, respect filling his voice.

As Lucas observed the person Nyx wanted to introduce to him, he couldn't help but feel like he had seen this person before.

'Why does he feel so familiar...'

"At ease, Damien, you may look up," Nyx said as the man called Damien complied.

But the moment his gaze met that of Lucas, he froze, wide-eyed.

'Damien... where have I heard this name before exactly?'

Before Lucas could finish his thought, he blinked and suddenly saw a fist mere inches from his face.

"You son of a bitch!"