Bam!
The doors opened fiercely, and in came the haggard Tilda.
"You''re 2 minutes early, Miss Dina."
Gulp.
Tilda quickly adjusted herself, giving a deep bow to the Military lecturer before her.
"I apologize for my tardiness, Teacher Botu."
That''s right.
Her teachers were the same military lecturers who taught the soldiers in ssrooms.
And for Tilda''s matter, they treated it simr to a mission.
Secrecy was of the utmost importance here and out of the corners of these walls; no one was to know they had taught Tilda in any way.
She was their mission target. And every one of her teachers was all determined to do their best!
Tilda thinned her lips, understanding her mistake.
Though she was 2 minutes earlier than the appointed ss time, it was still bad for her to arrive thiste.
She should be here 10~30 minutes before the ss begins, giving her ample time to make out her books or writing material.
Beingte because of directional reasons wasn''t good enough.
Yesterday, she was escorted past the many simr hallways, making many turns to get to this hidden ssroom.
And today, she did wake up earlier than usual to figure things out.
However, once she got into the building, she still got lost.
Typically, it was always around Wednesdays and Thursdays that she would be able to master the route without a synch.
However, ss locations kept changing at the start of every week.
And her timely arrival only meant that she still hadn''t trained her brain to its full potential.
Do you think they, the soldiers, assassins and everyone else were born with eidetic memories?
Perfumers could train their sense of smell to pick out every ingredient used.
Food tasters could train their tongues to feel and know every ingredient given.
Likewise, the brain in this era was too essential. They could master things and hardly forget because of their training.
.
In fact, in the first days of the week after being escorted, she should''ve been able to find her way without getting lost.
If one were kidnapped with eyes closed, they, the guards, would still know how to escape.
Left, right, left, left... Calcte pace, seconds at heart and many other clues.
Again, even if they made all hallways simr, no 2 things in this world could ever be the same.
Even the processed food packages of the same product weren''t the same after being passed through human hands.
Food cans or even printers get stretched, and other objects get wrinkled or damaged instead.
Likewise, the hallways had ws. Look for them, and the rest was history.
If she was going to be a monarch, a simple: ''I got lost'' actually said a lot about what shecked.
Her observational sight and reaction were just too poor.
Botu nced at the very well-mannereddy, inwardly sighing at heart.
They had a long, long, long, very long way to go.
"Take your seat."
"Yes, teacher," Tilda replied, trying not to feel down.
She had indeed gotten better over the many months. But she knew she was still weak.
~Ahh!
Tilda ran her fingers underneath her hair, touching her neck in displeasure.
Something was heating up behind her neck.
It stung. It stung bitterly.
Eh? Could a mosquito have bitten her?
Tilda was concerned but decided to brush it off.
For now, she had to focus on her lectures.
But little did she know that her bloodline had been awakened!
And in another building, Pa, who was getting ready to leave the pce, also felt a burn at the back of her neck... Though hers was much stronger.
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Dizzy... Dizzy...
Bam!
The guards were shocked beyond belief.
"Mrs. Paige? Mrs. PAIGE, are you alright? Quick, get the stay-in nurses over and contact the royal doctor!"
Many couldn''t understand what went wrong with his Paige.
One minute she was up, looking good and rosy, and in the next, her face was pale, and her body began to weaken.
Pa''s eyes grew blurry, listening to the many concerned voices.
No... It''s happening again!
Pa had never understood why she would sometimes have this heavy dizziness overwhelm her.
However, when she was younger, she had a doctor check her, only to say she was down with a fever.
At first, she believed it. But what sort of fever would keeping so strategically?
Again, aftering to Baymard, she had done a full body check, but luckily she only had a few minor issues.
Yet, these headaches woulde once a month, more potent than thest, typicallyte at night.
And everyone she had a checkup the next day, she would find no issues.
Pa began to sweat heavily.
This was the first time she had been attacked at night and during the day all at once.
That''s right.
Last night, she had a headache.
Usually, she should be fine the next day.
But who would''ve known that she would have another surprise attack out of nowhere?
Pa gripped the guard who held her, whispering her final words before falling into a deep sleep.
"Please don''t tell Dina... She has a lot of sses today."
Plop.
She was out.
.
Tick-Tock. Tick-Tock.
The steady sounds of ticking resounded in Pa''s ears.
''Eh? Where... What happened to me?''
Pa groaned and shook ever so slowly, finally waking up from her predicament.
Her senses returned one by one. And after a few flutters, the blurry film before her became apparent.
Awake. Awake. Awake.
"Quick! Inform the doctor! The patient is awake!"
Pa heard
The voices were mumbled when reaching her ears; the more Pa tried to steady herself.
With one hand to her head and one on the side bed, she leaned up with the support of the nearby nurses.
"Mrs. Pa... Try not to strain yourself."
"That''s right. Please just rx."
"Hmmm..."
She replied.
And soon, the doctor arrived, apanied by his majesty.
Landon narrowed his eyes profoundly.
[''Host, it''s her bloodline.... It''s linked to the Holy Core!'']