Angelic Predator:Trust Me, I'm Sane

Elarion 7 year old....{Elarion point of view}

Marcus and Danny had left and my daily routine has also changed.

During this time a lot of things happened and changed in my life.

The most remarkable was my relation with my brothers yes, well maybe because we never talked with each other and they never made me suffer in my past life I don't hold any negative feeling towards them.

But after spending these years with them now I know why people fight their siblings. They are so annoying not in bad way but not in good way either.

I worked hard circulating my mana veins and awakened my aura 2 and at 3 I am at silver(E) stage well I guess 3 is lucky for me.

Normally children become beginners at 10 and geniuses like my brothers at 8 or 9 I started early how sweet.

I still can't believe how hard I used to work in my previous life yet the result was always disappointing, ofcourse I thought it was because of my own worthless body but now I know better.

I looked in the mirror my reflection gazing back at me, I wore my clothes and got ready to train.

I trained for 15 or so hours everyday, I honed my basics which is the core of any swordsman without basics you are just another worthless piece of scrap,

who will break down at one point and it all will crumbles down, even in my past life I worked hardest.

Tch....

I clicked my tongue , Everytime I think about it I can't help but let the killing intent take over I have to find who was it that tampered with my body, though I got a inkling it must be one of the two mistresses,but well let's wait and see.

"More wait, more worst the punishment so,no need to be rash or make haste". I muttered under my breath as I looked at myself again.

"Nobody is gonna is escape from me" I said to no one.

A sigh left my mouth as I remember my clan's head aka my biological father, he came every night stare at me for an hour and leave.

It started when I was 3 or maybe it did sooner but I don't know since I caught him when I was three though, I was meditating and he entered my room like a rat scaring the shit out of me.

Welp… I thought I was dead but thank god I didn't use my dear dagger ( Crimsonveil's children toy=real knives) or my second life would have ended in most exorbitantly drastically pathetic way indeed.

After that he came everynight ruining my sleep(training). Well I am kinda used to it now so ignore it.

I still can't understand so why fry my brain over it but I know one thing that a small flicker of light only makes the darkness in the room grows, no need to dwell anymore I am not someone who will melt over it he is just thinking about various way to use my talent.

In my past life he must have lost interest in me after my performance which was in short a joke a pathetic joke.

Sigh..

Let's focus on something better. I left my room towards the shared practice ground in the back of duchy and started to practice not caring about anything in this damn yet beautiful world.

I just wish to leave my house and explore, yes I am gonna do but I have to be stronger first let's practice now.

I go down stairs ate my breakfast and get to practice. Not many of my adopted brothers come here but today I guess was different.

I saw Herua from a distance, Herua looked younger but I could still recognize him.

He was my one of the companion during the time of Great War, we spend a lot of time together but in the end he died because of me or for me.

"Yo look who we got here, a mismatched bastard" Herua said smirking trying to agitate me.

I instantly knew why he was doing it; though we were friends he still had a habit which made me nearly kill him myself.

Yes, he likes to annoy the person he thought of as strong and want to fight. How idiotic, I always wondered how he was still alive with his foul mouth.

Mismatched bastard how uncool name, well something like heretic or devil suits me better. I thought smirking but it seems to trigger that idiot's temper.

Are you laughing at me, come fight me then I will see how will you laugh after." he said with his voice filled with anger and humiliation at being ignored.

Such childishness. Well good for me I got my first target

"Yupp why not let's do it....but with a bet"

"What bet?" he asked sensing danger

His senses are still sharp as ever one of reason for his long life.

"Scared" I said with playfulness mocking him which seemed to work indeed.

"Who is scared I don't care. If I lost I will do anything you want and vice versa.

Chuckle "Cool then, finally something interesting"

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