I Became A Zompirewolf

'Hm... looks like they already found them.' Ashton thought on his way to the training tower, 'Welp, it's not like I tried to hide the bodies either. In hindsight, I should have dragged their bodies outside so when the sun rose they would be incinerated.'

Ashton shook his head the next moment. There was no guarantee that the sun would incinerate them. Not all kinds of vampires were susceptible to sunlight and all of them reacted to sunlight in their own way.

There was a rumour that the high ranking ones suffered next to no symptoms of being in natural sunlight. Thus, it was better that he did not interfere with the dead bloodsuckers unnecessarily. Who knew what would have happened?

"You seem awfully quiet today." The mistress asked him, "You don't have the flu or something, do you?"

"I'm fine."

Ashton replied in his usual stern, uncaring tone which prompted a kick from one of her bodyguards. However, Ashton quickly dodged the attack and kicked the other leg of the guard in question, making him fall over instead.

"Keep your legs to yourself." Ashton gave that man a warning and kept walking behind the mistress.

The mistress looked at him, and Ashton thought he saw a smile on her face, but the next moment she turned around after telling off her guard. This was the first time she had scolded one of her guards from someone like Ashton. At least, in front of him.

As much as Ashton loved to see that, he knew it was all an act and nothing more. She was trying to act like a good person to win him over and he knew that very well. How did he know that for sure? Because of his perception skill.

Ever since his other genes had levelled up, he was feeling different from the inside. As if his skills were bursting to evolve and make him stronger. But something was keeping him down from doing so.

He didn't know what and the blessing he had, did not have any answers for him. As things were, his only hope was to somehow have Lucifer contact him and have him answer his questions. But it wasn't something Ashton could have done on his own.

Lucifer had already told him, he was the only one who could contact Ashton, not the other way around. Thus, with nothing else in his mind, Ashton decided to devote himself to training. That way, he would be able to get strong and hopefully, breakthrough whatever was trying to stop him from getting much stronger.

"You have grown stronger." The Mistress praised him as they entered the familiar tower, "Let me view your stats for a moment."

Ashton did not utter a word and simply opened his profile for her to see his stats.

The mistress was an expert in disguising her thoughts and emotions. However, with Ashton's evolved perception skill, he was at least able to get a whiff of what was going on inside her head.

'Surprised and shocked huh... Well, even I would have been surprised if I were in her shoes.'

It wasn't every day that a mere level 4 werewolf could dodge and strike back a level 11 werewolf. That too with such ease.

"Hm... your agility and strength are looking good. But your defence should be equally good. Especially considering what happened last night." The mistress mumbled as Ashton closed his information tab.

"Last night? Did something happen?" Ashton asked in the best innocent voice he could.

"Hmm... a couple of national guests were killed last night in an abandoned warehouse. You wouldn't happen to know anything about it, would you?"

"How can I? You didn't have any mercy on me in last night's training session, I fell asleep as soon as I hit my bed."

"Hm... enough chatting. Let's not waste anymore of our time."

'Looks like she doesn't trust my words after all.'

The mistress did not say anything else, but her vibe made Ashton think that he should be more careful around her. She wasn't level 25+ for nothing, and that coupled with he intuition, made her a dangerous opponent.

After all, how many people in their right minds would try to make an enemy of the king. The way Ashton saw it, the mistress could possibly be more dangerous than the king of the empire himself.

Although he had never met him, the fact that the mistress could openly rebuke seemed to prove that either the king didn't care about what she did or that there was very little he could do about her.

In either case, it should how politically powerful she was. Then there was the fact that she could charm anyone with her sweet words. That was her most dangerous weapon. She could turn blood brothers against one another and get rid of both of them without getting her hands dirty.

Her powers both as a werewolf and as a person left Ashton wondering why did she even need him in the first place?

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