“…The master was Arkam… or Lucifer… my husband’s older brother.”
His face was hidden behind an aura veil; during all that time, I was never able to see his true face.
Heavy silence settled over the table.
Jenika continued in a low voice:
“His aura was unimaginably suffocating. It wasn’t just an aura… death itself seemed to manifest around him. Beelzebub directly told him: Teach her your swordsmanship for an entire month, and I’ll return to take what belongs to me.”
“Lucifer looked at him with a terrifying cold gaze… the gaze of someone considering killing him if he touched him again. As for me… I didn’t even know where I was. The place was a dark palace with no windows, towering black walls as though they imprisoned time itself.”
“Lucifer’s aura was abnormally lethal. He stared at me for a long time before saying something that shook me from within: You know my aura is deadly and suffocating, don’t you?”
“I couldn’t speak… I only nodded weakly. Then he said: Now I’m certain. So you’re my brother’s semen dump.”
“Dump? Dump for what? I asked with a trembling voice. He answered that the word had two meanings. First: he does it merely for entertainment. Second… he uses his wives as a medium to transfer energy through the Dual Endurance Art — a forbidden art in history that the Lord himself outlawed. When lovers share an intimate night together, energy transfers between their bodies.”
“Then he coldly added: Beelzebub is immune to my aura. Just like your ability to endure this aura from me… I would applaud you out of despair.”
“I asked him: What do you mean by despair?”
“He answered: The source of the Numbers’ power allows him to send his aura into his Number. But… there is no excuse for violating you so brutally.”
“Anyway… we will begin training now. And I still haven’t fully recovered from my last battle with him.”
That was where the unforgettable hellish training began.
For an entire month, Lucifer tormented her in a systematic and merciless manner.
He taught her the Space-Cutting Technique — the ability to slash through space itself with a sword strike.
He forced her to train until she collapsed, then revived her using cold mana before repeating the process.
Every day she learned how to wield the blade with absolute precision until the sword became a true extension of her aura.
Last night, when Jenika recounted all this… Ravina completely broke down.
She began crying hysterically, her body trembling violently as she desperately hugged Jenika, tears pouring like an endless waterfall.
“Mom… Mom… Mom! Please stop!” Jenika cried out in panic, hugging her mother tightly and kissing her forehead repeatedly.
“…If you continue like this, you’ll destroy yourself… Mom, I’m here with you… I’m here.”
Jenika hugged her mother even tighter, repeatedly kissing her forehead while gently wiping away her tears.
It took a long time for Ravina to calm down.
Eventually, she wiped her face with trembling hands and looked at her daughter with tearful eyes.
“I’ll tell you our secret…” Ravina said with a broken voice.
“The three of us… are not from this world.”
Ravina’s eyes widened in great shock, yet she didn’t interrupt.
She simply nodded and continued listening attentively.
“On the Day of Ash… gigantic black gates opened in the sky. Creatures resembling humans emerged from them, with black wings and horns. Cloud told me seriously that they were demons.”
Everyone at the table was shocked.
Even Lucian looked toward the window for a moment as though searching for fresh air. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
But suddenly, far outside the window, he saw someone calmly waving at him in a terrifying manner… white hair, cold blue eyes, and a faint scar on his lip.
Lucian froze for a second, but the person suddenly disappeared as though he had never existed.
Lucian buried the matter deep inside his heart, afraid of worrying the others.
Jenika continued:
“That’s why we travel across worlds… searching for our lost sister, Noor… and searching for the greater truth as well.”
A gloomy and sorrowful expression appeared on Ravina’s face before she asked in a broken voice:
“So… you’ll leave me once you achieve your goal?”
Jenika grabbed her mother’s hand tightly and answered with sincere warmth overflowing from her heart:
“No… I’ll never leave you. You’ll remain my mother… no matter what happens.”
After lunch, only fifteen minutes remained before theory class began.
The four of them — Lucian, Dastan, Jenika, and Rosalyn — each went to their rooms to shower and change clothes.
Exhaustion was clear on their faces, but they also felt renewed energy after their honest conversation.
The fifteen minutes passed quickly.
When they entered the theory classroom… everyone froze for a moment.
Professor Ozex himself stood behind the desk, wearing his usual elegant smile and refined appearance.
Lucy, his assistant, was not the one teaching today.
Ozex smiled lightly when he saw them, especially when his eyes landed on Jenika.
“It seems today will be… interesting.”
After lunch, the students headed to the grand theory hall.
The atmosphere inside was calm, and sunlight streamed through the high windows in soft golden rays.
Professor Ozex stood behind the desk with his usual dignity — elegant clothes, neatly styled hair, and that calm smile which made female students sigh without realizing it.
“Today,” Ozex began in his deep and clear voice, “we will talk about mana.”
The students immediately looked displeased.
One of them whispered audibly:
“We’ve all controlled mana for years! We want aura, not basics!”
Ozex smiled faintly and slowly raised his hand.
At that moment, mana flowed quietly through the hall like an invisible gentle breeze.
The air became purer, breathing easier, and bodies lighter.
“Mana is not merely energy you use for attacking or defending,” Ozex said calmly.
“Mana is your second breath. It is the blood flowing through the veins of existence itself.”
He walked between the rows with calm steps as he spoke:
“Most of you use mana as ‘fuel’ for attacks. That is a beginner’s mistake. True mana is used to alter the way you exist within the world. Imagine using it to deepen your breathing during a long run… or to temporarily reduce your body weight to increase movement speed… or to make your muscles move more smoothly without wasting energy.”
He raised his hand, and light mana flowed around his body like a transparent layer.
“This is combat dynamics. You do not attack with mana… you move with it. Mana becomes part of your rhythm, your footsteps, your gaze. Once you reach this level, you won’t even need to swing your sword with force anymore… the sword itself will become lighter, faster, and more precise.” The source of this chapter is novelping . com.
The students listened in silence, some amazed, others deeply focused.
Even Jenika, who had expected a boring lecture, found herself drawn into the way Ozex explained things.
Ozex continued:
“There are other uses as well… you can use mana to enhance your senses, to see in darkness, or hear whispers from afar. You can use it to calm your heartbeat during stress, or accelerate the healing of minor wounds. Mana is not just a weapon… it is a way of life.”
The lesson ended, and the students left with their perception of mana slightly changed, though some still wished aura lessons would begin soon.
Jenika headed directly to the giant library to retrieve some books she needed.
The vast halls were quiet, and the towering shelves stretched like walls of knowledge.
The smell of old paper and leather filled the place with strange comfort.
But the moment she entered the back section, she froze in place.
In the dark corner stood Nov alone.
A dense dark aura swayed slowly around her body like living black smoke.
That aura… it perfectly resembled the darkness that had engulfed the Day of Ash nine years ago.
The same feeling.
The same coldness.
The same fear.
Nov looked at her with a cold and deep gaze, then gave a faint mysterious smile before disappearing between the shelves without saying a word.
Jenika trembled, a chill running down her spine, and quickly left the library without taking any books.
That evening, the four of them gathered in the restaurant for dinner.
The lighting was dim, and the atmosphere warm with the smell of food.
Jenika sat beside Dastan, and every time she looked at him, her heartbeat accelerated.
The way he ate calmly, the way he patted her head, even his silence… everything about him attracted her more and more.
Jenika grumbled while chewing her food:
“A whole month with the same routine? Morning training, afternoon theories, evening training… this is a terrifying daily cycle! When will we begin the real missions?”
Lucian smiled calmly.
“It seems this is the fourth-year system. One full month of this routine, then the program changes.”
Jenika sighed, but her eyes drifted back to Dastan once again.
She could feel a gentle love growing inside her whenever she saw him smile or care for her.
After dinner, the four returned to their rooms.
Lucian and Dastan showered quietly, while Jenika slept in her room beside Rosalyn.
Jenika smiled in the darkness while thinking about Dastan before sleep finally overtook her.
The academy lights gradually went out… and the fourth day came to an end.