Warrior Training System

Chapter 39: Shitty mess

Time was flying by for Cassian, though nothing of significance or importance seemed to be happening. Even his sword fighting was becoming dull. He was making progress—sharpening his instincts, strengthening his muscles, and learning to transition smoothly from one move to the next. He had even managed to land a few hits on Nahir.

But the progress felt slow. Nearly two months had passed since he started, and while others might consider him a genius for how far he had come in such a short time, Cassian knew he could have done better. After all, he had the system, which, at first, he hadn't thought would help much, but it had proven to be a great aid.

The system had initially focused on helping him perfect basic moves. In the last two weeks, it had begun guiding him in combining those simple moves into more fluid combinations—sometimes attacking sequences, sometimes defensive ones.

The system's method was proving effective, as Cassian now sparred in the courtyard with a shadow, perfectly matching his height, created by the system for practice. It acted like a master, guiding him through the specific moves set in the system's daily tasks, by sparing with him.

This helped him learn quickly, and he even used the system's training room function to accelerate his progress. However, despite all of this, Cassian knew he needed to learn a proper sword technique to make real progress toward becoming a warrior—or at the very least, get his hands on a mana-gathering technique to increase his chances.

As these thoughts crossed his mind, he completed the day's tasks. He usually finished them by midnight, waking up early for morning chores, followed by extra training. Afterward, he often took a nap until noon, as there was little else to do. During that time, neither Lady Katherine needed him for a massage, nor did he have any chance encounters with Lucy.

As for Tyron, he was still out searching for the terrorists, leaving Cassian's life stuck in a boring routine.

After returning to his room and indulging in a warm shower—a rare luxury—he collapsed onto the bed with a tired sigh. "So boring..." he muttered.

Life really was boring for Cassian. Back in the slums, his days had been anything but predictable. Of course, he had no desire to return to that life, but at least those days weren't so repetitive. Stealing food from different places, dodging beatings, and finally hiding out at Master Russel's school—it was chaotic, but at times, even fun.

"Those were the days..." Cassian muttered with a nostalgic smile, recalling those hardship-filled times.

Nowadays, he was living a dream—massaging soft, plump thighs every day, stealing glances at the curves and busts of three beautiful women, all while enjoying sweet fruits and delicious meals. In the past, he would've killed hundreds for a life like this. Honestly, he'd still do it now. But, despite the luxury, he craved something more exciting to break the monotony.

At first, learning the simple sword moves and growing stronger was thrilling, but now that he'd mastered them, training for perfection had lost its spark. What he really wanted was something new—something exciting, like sex or anything to shake things up. But neither of those desires was being fulfilled.

The only part of his day that still brought any excitement was massaging Lady Katherine's thighs, a task he could easily do for hours if she didn't stop him.

He still massaged Lady Katherine's thighs for an hour or two each day, though he wished he could do it for longer, given how much free time he had. To fill the rest of his day, he started getting to know some of the other maids, following Nahir's advice. Nahir had suggested that if Cassian wanted to lose his virginity early, he should have plenty of options.

"Some will reject you, some you won't like, and some won't be the right fit," Nahir had explained.

Cassian didn't fully understand the last part as he don't care if they are right fit for not he just have to fit his penis in them somehow, but since Nahir had more experience, he trusted the advice and began mingling with other maids—not as beautiful as Fuyuko or Lucy, but still quite attractive by normal standards outside the castle.

But even that would take time before anything exciting happened. So for now, all Cassian could do was dream about the thrilling things he wanted to experience. Just as he was about to indulge in one of those fantasies, a knock on his door interrupted him. Annoyed, he opened it, only to be surprised by the sight of a tall man with red hair standing outside, smiling as he greeted him.

"Hey, kid, how've you been? Sorry I couldn't chat the other day in the city—was pretty tied up with things," Tyron said as Cassian stared at him in surprise. Without waiting for a reply, Tyron added, "Come on, follow me. The lady is asking for you."

"Why would she want to see me so late at night?" Cassian asked, his tone filled with surprise as he stepped out, still dressed in his loose linen shirt and pants.

"She'll explain everything. Just remember—whatever she tells you, keep it secret, alright?" Tyron's smile looked forced, and Cassian felt a wave of confusion. Something strange was going on, but for some reason, the excitement bubbled up inside him. He only hoped it wouldn't lead to anything too troublesome—like torture. Anything else, he could handle.

'Is the lady going to give me a secret mission?' Cassian wondered with an excited grin, barely able to contain his anticipation. He was eager to find out, and he didn't have to wait long. As they finally reached the lady's chambers, all his excitement drained in an instant, replaced by shock and fear. Lady Katherine stood before him, drenched in a fluid the same color as her hair.

Fortunately, the dark red fluid didn't belong to Lady Katherine, though it soaked her dress. It came from the half-dead, mangled body at her feet. The body had only its legs and part of its stomach left, the rest blasted open, judging by the state of the room. Cassian took in the scene, and the first thought that came to his mind was, 'fuck, it's gonna take forever to clean this shitty mess up.'

Surprisingly, that was the only thing he could focus on, even with a mutilated corpse likely killed by Lady Katherine lying right in front of him.