“Weren’t you, Master, planning to… do *that* to me? I was just following your lead.”

Flushed and flustered, her mind in a whirl, Aifei continued slipping off her clothes. Slowly, her pure and graceful maidenly figure came into my view.

I had to admit—the knight captain was remarkably well-endowed. Her silhouette was undeniably striking, even alluring.

“Did I say that? You must have misheard. We’re here to train. Put your clothes back on.” I kept my expression perfectly neutral. To me, a Dreadwyrm, the human form held little appeal.

Only my traitorous human anatomy reacted—a useless, pathetic thing, so quick to stand at attention.

“Huh?”

Aifei stared at me, utterly bewildered. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go! Shouldn’t it have unfolded like those… *ahem*… lewd picture books?

“What ‘huh’? It’s not bedtime—why undress? Though I’ll admit, this outfit *is* cumbersome. If you insist on removing it, go ahead. No one’s watching anyway.”

“Aren’t you a person?” Aifei muttered under her breath.

*Well… nighttime would be… acceptable, I suppose. After all, once the candles are blown out, no one can see anyone anyway,* she thought.

“I misunderstood,” Aifei sighed softly, as if granted a reprieve. “My apologies… but you really scared me.”

“I don’t know what you were thinking, but draw your sword. I’ll teach you my techniques—one by one.” Unfazed, I conjured my small practice sword and pointed it toward her.

In ancient times, I mastered countless arts; swordsmanship was no exception. I’ve learned hundreds of styles alone.

“Yes, Master.” Aifei assumed a ready stance. The moment training began, she transformed—focused, serious, utterly changed.

“Tell me: do you know why you lost to me?”

“The gap in swordsmanship, I suppose,” Aifei pondered aloud. “Your defense was incredible, Master. Even when I found an opening, I couldn’t break through. It felt like you predicted every move.”

“That’s part of it,” I said, tapping my eye. “But skill gaps can be closed with effort. You’re a prodigy—your Blade Waltz of Light alone proves it. Yet one thing is far harder to master: the eyes.”

“The eyes?”

“Yes. Since you’re my disciple and sword attendant, I won’t hide it. I am Elder Dragon Vorkasa Bosis Abyss—the very monster Sradon Kingdom fears. My eyes possess extraordinary dynamic vision: anything not moving at extreme speed appears utterly still to me. That’s why you lost—your strikes looked frozen.”

“How does one even train dynamic vision? Is it possible?” Aifei asked, genuinely puzzled. Strangely, she seemed unfazed by my revelation.

*She probably thinks I’m joking,* I mused. *After all, Abyssal Dragon Xie Long is listed among the deceased in human records—and a dragon taking human form? Utterly absurd.*

Never mind. I’ll show her another time.

“It’s immensely difficult. With your talent, decades would barely suffice. But for now, I won’t demand dynamic vision. We’ll focus on speed.”

Human potential is boundless, yet mastering such vision demands time. I wouldn’t push her yet.

“Speed…? So you want my sword faster, Master?”

“Exactly. Speed is dynamic vision’s only counter. Strike fast enough, and you could fell anyone—even me.”

“I am your knight, Master. I would never raise my sword against you.”

“Hypothetical only. Enough talk. I’ll teach you every speed-enhancing technique. Next time you perform the Blade Waltz of Light, I want to feel proud.” With that, I flicked my small practice sword gently.

“Yes, sir!!!”

Aifei swung her blade in response, stiffly mimicking my motion.