Chapter 28: Merciless Butcher
Behind him, the butler’s face paled even further—a silent, lingering reminder that his replacement was no longer just a possibility but a ticking countdown.
Roman and Myria exchanged a brief glance but said nothing, maintaining their unshakable discipline.
Fenric turned his gaze back toward the girl.
Just in time to see her eyes lift and meet his.
It lasted only a moment. No smile, no flinch, no fear—just calm calculation.
Fenric mentally noted her for specialized training. Her innate specialties were already known to him: she had a clear affinity for assassination techniques and a natural pull toward Darkness Aura arts. I’ll need to find high-quality assassin aura techniques for her, he thought.
{Brat. Use Soul Projection. You’ll see her real potential,} Duserdis’s voice echoed in his mind, smooth and faintly amused.
’Duserdis?’ Fenric responded mentally, mildly surprised. ’You’re awake?’
’And what do you mean "use Soul Projection to scan her potential?"’
{Tch. You still haven’t fully grasped the magic I gave you. Lazy princeling. Now shut up and use it. You’re wasting time.}
Fenric rolled his eyes internally. "If you don’t tell me how it works, how the hell would I know?" he shot back, even as he followed the ancient dragon’s advice.
{Then stop whining and listen, hatchling,} Duserdis’s voice slithered through his mind like smoke—equal parts exasperated and amused. {Soul Projection isn’t just about ejecting your spirit and gawking at things. It’s an imprint resonance. You extend a fragment of your soul—like a ripple through water—and observe how other souls respond. Their reactions tell you everything: elemental affinity, mental acuity, spiritual strength... even deeply buried trauma.}