Katheryn just stared at the heads of two wolves lying on the ground with all blood pool, with her mouth and eyes wide open. She couldn't believe what she was seeing—what had she seen? What just happened here? Katheryn's thoughts flashed in her mind.
"What in the hell happened here?"
She pointed at the wolves and asked in a loud tone, "How in the fuck did you do that?"
How in the world was he able to cut through their large bodies?
"Ah! "Wasn't I supposed to kill them?" Aragon pointed at the dead wolves.
Katheryn frowned, looking at Aragon. No matter how much she thought about it, it was an impossible feat for a boy of 14. Those wolves were not as big as the white wolf, but they were fast and strong two wolves. They were fast and had sharp claws, their movement cannot be tracked unless you are stronger than them. How did Aragon manage to kill the two of them with a single slash?
Katheryn calmed herself down and stared at Aragon with perplexity. She couldn't understand no matter what, and it all happened in an instant.
What exactly has she trained him in, and how has she trained him?
"Did you learn that from your grandmother?"
Aragon nodded, swinging his sword downward in order to wipe the blood.
"Freja, you are really a terrifying woman," she thought inwards. In fact, Aragon was also surprised at the level of damage he has done. He just used the slaughter technique in his attack. It was his first time using it for killing. He felt like his mana sucked the moment he used the technique. During training, he had the same thought, that more mana was consumed.
His level of comprehension of the sword increased, and he thought it was just the beginning. The more he learned, the more he felt like he was delving into the depths of swordsmanship.
Katheryn had no skill or technique, she found with her brute strength. She uses her magical energy and puts it into action with her fists and blades. So she didn't know about the technique Aragon just exerted.
When she was busy pondering over it, they heard something fall into the water. They turned to see what it was and saw the white wolf fall into the water. And the small pup was shouting at it near its head.
Aragon saw the pup and walked near the pup. He got into the water and picked up the pup.
Pup at first struggled in his hands and tried to bite him, but he looked Aragon in the eyes and calmed down. Aragon petted him on the head, and it looked at its mother, and teardrops fell from its eyes.
"It's okay." Aragon stroked his hair, trying to calm him down.
Katheryn was standing with an amazed expression. She couldn't understand Aragon's actions.
"Boy, come here." She called him near.
Aragon obediently walked to her and stood facing her.
"Let me look at you. Did you get hurt anywhere?" Katheryn asked, concerned. She put all thoughts aside and checked Aragon.
"I'm fine," Aragon replied. He was looking at Katheryn's worried face. He could tell she was upset about what he had done. So he said, "From now on, I will do as you say."
Katheryn cut him off, saying, "But before that, what are you going to do about him?"
Aragon looked at the pup, and he was still looking at his mother. That white wolf had already died. She was lying in the water, not moving.