“What is this?” Curious, I opened the bag and peered inside.

What met my eyes were incomprehensible items, each engraved with strange characters—something about “safety”… (“I am white”).

“Huuu~ Master, I’m ready. Come in and… turn me into a woman.”

Having steeled herself, Aifei took a deep breath. Her eyes gleamed with resolve as she deliberately lifted the blanket, revealing her bare side with startling clarity.

Just hours earlier, she’d mentally rehearsed every move, every technique to please him—countless times.

“I don’t know what you’re up to, but get up. Sword training starts now.” I spoke firmly, unmoved by her display.

If you’re my disciple, accept this: no days off. Ever.

“Huh??”

Aifei froze in disbelief. *Master wasn’t going to take my virginity tonight? This isn’t how it was supposed to go!*

“Huh what? Get dressed. No more sleeping.” I turned and stepped out, waiting by the door.

“O-okay…” Aifei scrambled into her clothes, mind still tangled.

*This doesn’t make sense. His hints were so clear. Did I misread him?*

*Could it be… he dislikes directness? Or… does he want it outdoors… for the thrill?*

At the thought, her face flushed deep crimson.

“Master, what are we training tonight?” Aifei asked hesitantly after stepping out.

Night drills weren’t new to her—sleepiness wasn’t the issue.

“Night training sharpens instinct. Blindfolds? Impractical. You won’t wear one in real combat. True darkness is the classroom.” I stated calmly. Mastering night combat is non-negotiable for a warrior.

I headed toward the distant forest.

*So he’s using training as an excuse… to do *that* in the wild?!*

Aifei’s imagination twisted Ling Xie’s words into something utterly absurd. Truly, this knight’s mind wandered far—his words held zero hidden meaning.

“Obviously outdoors. Indoors? Too plain. Obstacles mean richer drills. Higher difficulty.”

*He wants to do it *on* obstacles too?!*

“Scared?”

“N-not at all! I’ll give my all for Master’s wishes,” Aifei replied, forcing calm while burying her racing thoughts.

*Becoming a disciple really is harder than scaling heaven.*

“This spot.” I stopped where not even moonlight could seep through. “Ready. Starting now.”

I conjured a small magical dagger.

“Come on, Master… I’ll endure it. Just… be gentle,” Aifei whispered, face burning, eyes shut tight, body trembling slightly.

*Endure? Gentle? What is she talking about?*

I blinked, baffled. *Do I not grasp human customs?*

*Must be. Elle does this too—always saying things I can’t decipher.*

“Fine.” I flicked the dagger toward her head.

My training creed? Push to the edge. Only then do disciples rise. (Though yes, I *do* have Tier-9 resurrection magic. Just in case.)

*This sensation…*

The instant the dagger left my hand, Aifei’s body seized. Heart hammering, cold sweat blooming, veins pulsing, breath hitching—yanked violently from fantasy into stark reality.

A veteran of countless battles, she knew this feeling instantly: the icy whisper of death.