The book that came to Az was a dusty old book that looked like nobody had touched it in centuries.
"God's anguish, eh? What kind of name is that? I've never heard of this book." Camillia said.
"I think it's pretty good. Sounds kinda edgy and badass at the same time." Az said.
"Alright, let's ask lady Sandra what this is." Camillia said.
"Who?" Az asked.
"The librarian." Camillia replied.
"Oh, did this book actually choose someone? Nobody could even read this book." Sandra exclaimed in surprise.
Az turned through the book, "I can read this pretty easily though."
Camillia, too, tried to read the book. "The fuck are you talking about? It's all gibberish."
"Oh, it seems this young man is the only one who can read it then." Sandra said with a smile.
Camillia gave the book back to Az as she asked, "Whatever. What is this book, anyway?"
"Oh, it's an incomplete technique that King Asura wrote, actually. Maybe you can complete it, young man." Sandra smiled at Az.
"Looks like it was your grandfather who wrote this, brat." Camillia said in surprise.
"Grandfather?" Sandra exclaimed in surprise.
"Oh, didn't I tell you, he's Azrath, the son of Diana and his majesty." Camillia replied.
"Oh, it seems I've been rude in front of royalty. My deepest apologies, your highness." Sandra spoke in an apologetic tone.
"No need. It's fine." Az dismissed her apology.
Sandra nodded.
"Alright then, we will be on our way. I'll be borrowing this book. I'll see you later, Lady Sandra." Camillia said.
"Alright then." Sandra replied with a nod.
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"Alright then, it's time to teach you how to fly, brat." Camillia said to Az as they stood outside the central library.
Az nodded, excited. "For this, you need to channel something called inborn aura. It's a king of aura which exists within you the moment you are born and cannot be made stronger than it was at birth."
As she said so, she put her hands on Az's back and channeled some of her aura through him. Soon, a huge blast of aura burst out from Az's body.
"Alright, now you can use your inborn aura freely. I suppose, you only need it for your dragon transformation and partial dragon transformation, since the ability you inherited your mother's bloodline and the nightwings ability is a passive." Camillia said.
(A/N: Nightwings is a term for those of the Bloodfallen family since Bloodfallens have fully black dragon transformation.)
"So, what's the ability?" Az asked, curious.
"It's called professor. Just ask your magic instructor tomorrow. He'll tell you more about it." Camillia replied.
"Anyway, to summon your wings, just channel your inborn aura to your back." Camillia continued.
Az did as she said and sure enough, black wings popped out of his back. "What about partial dragon transformation and complete dragon transformation?" Az asked, curious.
"You won't be able to do it until you undergo maturity at 50 anyway, so what's the point of telling you now." Camillia said while shrugging.
Camillia then revealed her own blue wings. "Follow me, brat." She said as she flew off.
Az was initially nervous about how to fly, but once he took off, it just came naturally to him.
"Oh, seems you're a natural brat. Try to catch up to me." Camillia said as she increased her speed.
Before Az could say anything, Camillia disappeared from his vision.
"She really just left me here, didn't she?" Az thought with a sweatdrop.
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3 hours. That's how long it took Az to get to the palace, before he was stopped by the guards at the main door.
"I'm telling you, you'll regret it later. I'm a prince. You don't recognize me because it hasn't even been a month since I came here." Az said to the guards.
"Hey, it's true that they brought a prince in about 20 days ago. Do you think he's telling the truth?" A guard whispered to the other.
"That's common knowledge at this point, dude. He must have heard it from somewhere and came to pull a prank or something. Also, why would the prince be outside the palace in the first place?" The other replied.
"Yeah, and I'm the reincarnation of Asura Bloodfallen. Don't waste our time." The guard replied.
Az knew, he shouldn't be mad since they were just doing their jobs, but God damn was this annoying.
"Hey, what's going on here?" Another voice rang out.
Az turned to the voice and saw a young man with brown hair and eyes in his late teens.
Something about his face was particularly punchable and annoying, even though he didn't look that ugly. Az just knew from his arrogant tone that he didn't like this guy.
"Young master Derrik, this young man claims that he's a prince." A guard replied.
"Huh? A peasant dares to claim that he's a prince. Does he not know the severity of his words?" He said as he walked up to him and tried to kick Azrath, who just dodged it quite easily.
He could've dodged something like this even 20 days ago. After training with Camillia, this seemed like a snail trying to hit him.
"I don't really want to kill an annoying rat today, so back off before I murder you in cold blood today, you monkey faced buffoon." Az narrowed his eyes and told him in a cold tone.
The young master's face turned red in anger as Az insulted him. "You---" He was about to rush at Az again before a voice rang out.
"What's happening here?" Camillia asked in a cold tone.
"This young man claims to be a prince, Lady Camil—" A guard started before he was cut off by Camillia.
"That's because he is. Don't you know the face of your own prince?" Camillia narrowed her eyes.
The guards shuddered under her gaze. "That's-----"
"Leave them be, master. They were only doing their jobs." Az said.
"You, on the other hand---" Az started as he turned to the young master that was already trying to sneak away.
"I-I'm sorry, your highness." Derrik said as he gave a deep bow.
"Just a bow?" Az paused for a second before his eyes turned cold. "Kneel."
The young master was shocked as Camillia just smiled, as this was exactly how she herself would handle this scenario.
"I-I'm sorry?" Derrik stuttered.
"Is your ear possibly as damaged as your brain, moron? I said KNEEL." Az repeated again.
Derrik immediately shrieked and kneeled down.
Az walked forward and pressed down his neck with his leg as he said, "Who are you and why were you here?"
"I-I am the 4th son of Marquess Treeore, Derrik Treeore. His highness Kylian had summoned me for a task he had given me." Derrik replied.
"And are you a guard?" Az asked.
"No, your highness." He replied.
"Then, why, pray tell, did you feel the need to care what was a 10-year-old was doing on the main gate?" Az asked.
"I apologize." The young master replied in a tiny voice.
"And are you a rabid dog?" Az asked again.
"N-no, your highness." Derrik replied.
"Then why was your first reaction in that situation to kick me. You wouldn't be justified for it even if I wasn't a prince." Az said.
"I apologize." The young master replied in a tiny voice once again.
"I won't waste my time with you anymore. Hit your head on the ground 3 times, and hardly." Az said.
The young master did just that as Az started walking towards the main gate. Az didn't notice, nor did he give a flying fuck about the murderous look on Derrik's face.
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"That was quite a spectacle, brat." Camillia said to Az.
"It only came to that because someone decided to leave me and run off herself." Az said in a deadpan voice.
Camillia just shrugged. "It's not my fault you are slow as fuck. Anyway, I'll see you after a week. I expect you to learn the new sword style to some extent when I see you again."
"What do you mean a week?" Az was just starting to say when Camillia disappeared from the place she was at.
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"So, you want me to avenge you, who got humiliated by a 10-year-old boy?" A man with blue hair and green eyes asked Derrik, who was on his knees. The man looked averagely handsome,looking like a younger version of Aliser Alikerth.
"Yes, your highness." Derrik replied shamefully.
"You're quite bold. You really want to be on a prince's bad side?" The young man replied.
"I am only loyal to you, your majesty." Derrik replied, trying to bootlick the prince.
"You're lucky I don't like the bastard either. Let's see what he has that made father assign him to the Golden crown palace." The prince said with a smirk.
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"Ah, today was a good day." Az exclaimed as he laid down on his bed.
"Oh? You seem quite happy today." Diana's voice rang out.
Az looked at her and grinned. "Mom. Didn't you say that the fastest someone landed a hit on Master was 11 months?"
Diana nodded her head. "Mmm. I did say so."
"You can change that record to 20 days." Az spoke.
"Really? How did you do it?" To say Diana was surprised would be an understatement. She had seen how Camillia trained her new students. Even though she was holding back most of her strength so that her students didn't die from her first shot, it wasn't at a level a newbie could land a hit on her.
The reason one even landed a hit after only 11 months was because he went and awakened his aura and learned a sword style from his mother in the 2nd month and Camillia was using the same restrictions she used while fighting Az. Those who didn't do that would normally never land a hit for a whole year and she would just move on to teaching them aura since she would conclude that they could never land a hit on her.
Az told her exactly how he managed to do so, which made her burst out in laughter. "And you offered her an apple after that? I would pay a thousand golden coins to see what expression she had back then."
Az looked at her and just smiled.
...To be continued
A/N: Well, boys, you got your first face slapping in this novel today. Make sure to donate the power stones, people.
Anyway, peace out.