The Useless 8th Prince

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Training arena in the castle.

Compared to the outdoor training arena or going deep into the military base, Ciel preferred to use the training room. After all, every training room in the room was spacious. It has an area about the size of a professional basketball court.

Ciel stood casually on the left side of the field, while Arla was on the right side. On the edge of the training ground, there was also a seat for the audience. Certainly not much, but it can be used for dozens of people. It still looks loose if it fills up with a few people.

Although in an enclosed space it was more limited because it could not use many types of attacks that required large areas or dangerous large magic, for just practice, it was still enough.

“You can attack anytime.”

Hearing Ciel's words, Arla frowned. The reason for that was because of what Ciel said before they competed.

Due to having a level 6 (late) physical body, Ciel had no intention of using magic to fight Arla. Of course, he still limited the speed and power equivalent to Arla, level 4 (early).

Ciel might be able to hide the magic energy, reducing its power and speed. However, his strong body could not be turned into a weak one. After all, it was a qualitative change. It didn't look different to his performance, but his defense and regeneration exceeded low levels.

That was also one of the reasons why when fighting Aragil, Ciel was not injured. He had a level 6 (early) body, as well as being formed with his Devour skill. If it was an ordinary demon with a level 5 (end) that relied solely on magic, that person might actually be cut in half by Aragil's final attack.

Aside from having a strong physical body, the reason Ciel chose not to use magic was because he wanted to hone his swordsmanship. The camuda has indeed trained a lot and has good achievements in sword skills. Merely, he had yet to use that skill to fight against an actual enemy.

“You underestimated me too much, Prince Luciel.”

“I didn't underestimate you.” Ciel shook his head lightly.

Seeing the indifferent expression on Ciel's face, Arla became even more irritated. Without delay, the woman instantly unsheathed the sword. Not an ordinary sword type, what Arla used was a type of great sword.

In response, Ciel pulled out one of the two katanas hanging from his waist. Holding leisurely the two katanas with a relaxed expression, he said, “Forward.”

Arla immediately ran towards Ciel while swinging the sword quickly and ferociously.

Seeing the attack, Ciel did not panic at all. He did not even move from his spot and swung the sword lazily. Although the movements looked random, when the great sword and katana collided, the powerful swinging great sword was deflected its trajectory by a random katana.

Ciel doesn't use a lot of energy. All he did was look at the weak spot and then hit it randomly. Looking at Arla who was losing her balance, Ciel instantly moved forward while swinging the katana in her hand. But instead of slashing, he tapped Arla's forehead with the handle of a sword.

Arla who lost her balance almost fell due to the attack. He staggered backwards then glared at Ciel with a dissatisfied expression. The woman attacked again. But this time it was not just one move, but a barrage of attacks.

Ciel had absolutely no intention of fending off. He stepped back casually. Sometimes tilting the body, sometimes making a small leap backwards. The young man actually saw the trajectory of Arla's attack and dodged it easily.

Seeing Arla coming back careless and losing her composure, Ciel took one step forward right in front of the woman. He then hits Arla's wrist with the katana's non-sharp back. The punch was a little harsh, making Arla subconsciously open her hand. As a result, the sword in the woman's hand fell out of her hand.

Ciel twisted his body right in front of Arla then sent back an attack. More precisely, once again tapping on the forehead of the woman with the handle of a katana.

“You lost,” said Ciel with a bored expression.

“You ..”

Arla held onto her forehead while glaring at Ciel. His face was red with shame. He really felt being played with by the young man in front of him. Although reluctant, he had to accept defeat.

Arla's eyes started to glaze over, her face red from embarrassment. Without saying any other words, he immediately turned around and ran away from the room.

Seeing that, Ciel fell silent.

“You're overreacting, Prince Ciel.” Savian smiled bitterly.

“Savian right, Prince Ciel. I didn't expect, you really are that type. You even harassed a female knight in public.”

Hearing Ferel's words, the corner of Ciel's lips twitched. Moreover, Ferel spoke in a high tone, as if he was shouting. If it was heard by someone else, it would definitely be bad.

“I didn't harass her.” Ciel said in a bland tone.

“You harassed him. To a woman from the Barbarian Abyssal tribe, your behavior is truly harassing! Your nonchalant expression says it all!” ferel.

Hearing Ferel's increasingly disfigured words, Ciel sheathed his katana. He then approached Ferel with a friendly smile on his face.

“A-What are you trying to do, Prince Ciel! I-”

“...”

Feeling somewhat satisfied after hitting that loose mouth, Ciel looked a little relieved.

“What did I do wrong, Savian?” ask Ciel.

“Absolutely not, Prince Ciel.” Seeing one of his comrades being beaten up until the old man might not recognize him when he came home, Savian's back was soaked in cold sweat. “Only, the women of the Barbarian Abyssal race feel slighted if their opponent does not fight as hard as they can.”

“Like that?” Ciel tilted his head.

“True.” Savian nodded.

“While I'm serious?” ask Ciel.

“Honestly, you really don't look serious, Prince Ciel.”

“...”

Ciel didn't reply. But he is actually serious. What he did was focus on predicting movement, calculating, and finding the most ‘ way not to waste power’ to fight his enemy.

It was also one of the lessons of the techniques he learned. Of course, it's a very interesting technique because it requires effort, strength, and everything with a minimum. However, each of those movements also uses ‘energi’ as little as possible in the maximum way.

In Ciel's hands, a technique that should have been quite vicious because it was only practiced by those lacking physical talent as well as magic became a technique of abuse.

Ciel observed, counted, and fought seriously. It's just that, with ‘ power saving mode’ that looks really annoying. From any angle, it was impressed to mock his opponent.

Especially if his opponent was from the Barbarian Abyssal race. The women who believe that ‘singa even had to hunt a rabbit with all her strength’ must have hated Ciel so much. Because what Ciel did was the opposite of their belief.

Sighing deeply, Ciel finally decided to look for Arla and apologize. Actually it's not necessary. But since Ciel still valued Savian, he felt he had to do it.

Out of the training room, Ciel headed towards the direction Arla was running. On the street, he heard the servants whispering.

“Did you hear it?”

“What's up?”

“So slave Mr Savian ran while crying.”

“Ah! I heard Mr. Ferel yelling about Prince Luciel.”

“Iya. He said, Prince Luciel harassed Lord Savian's slave in the training room.”

“Isn't Mr Savian and Mr Ferel also there?”

“True.”

“That means ... Prince Luciel harassed the slave right in front of his master?”

“Ssst ... Don't speak too loudly! Prince Luciel will hear you.”

“T-But .. I did not expect that such a quiet Prince Luciel.”

“Rumor, Prince Ciel is a person who likes ‘educat’ the slave women. However I did not expect, the Prince did it in front of others ... it was too bold.”

“Ah! J-So ... Prince Luciel is Type S?”

“...”

Hearing the many maids whispering in almost the same way as that, Ciel's expression looked grim. He continued walking without saying a word, but roared inwardly.

That bastard ... Ferel ... that simple beating must have been lacking. I'll add another bonus later.

>> Connect.