Mated To The Cruel Prince novel Chapter 706

Chapter 706: On Your Own

"Ugh!" Valerie’s strained efforts echoed through the training ground as he practiced his moves. Arrayed before him were numerous targets. He took out some with swift karate chops and powerful jabs, but his main focus was on his fire ability. His hands ignited with blue flames, smaller than the usual red-orange inferno he was accustomed to summoning, but they still effectively torched the targets, leaving them ablaze as smoke curled into the air.

As he stepped back from the smoldering remains, his second-in-command, Derek, approached and handed him a water skin. Valerie took it eagerly, chugging down the cool water that soothed his burning throat. Despite the days that had passed, he still wasn’t accustomed to the mountain’s intense heat.

Valerie looked entirely different from when he had first arrived. Unlike his grandfather, he didn’t cut his long hair; instead, he piled it into a messy bun atop his head. The harsh life in the mountains had left its marks on him. He was tanner than usual, had lost some weight, and gained considerable muscle. His features had hardened, and the steel in his eyes, combined with his more rugged appearance, made him look far less effeminate.

"That was amazing," Derek complimented, taking the water skin and handing him a towel instead which he used to wipe the soot off his face and cleaned the rest of his body. Water was a luxury in this mountain.

"That was amazing," Derek said, his tone supportive as he handed Valerie a towel to wipe the soot from his face. Water was scarce in these mountains, and every drop was precious.

"That was useless," Valerie snapped, pointing at the smoldering targets. "This won’t help me against Aldric in the death duel. I leave for Astaria tomorrow, and I’m still not ready. How is this supposed to be helpful?!"

Derek remained composed, understanding Valerie’s frustration. He had grown accustomed to these outbursts during their grueling training sessions.

"You should be grateful for your humble beginnings," Grandfather Keon interjected, lounging in a reclining chair nearby. He observed the scene with detached amusement, casually snacking on nuts.

Valerie stormed over to him, anger simmering in his eyes. "I came to master the blue flame, not for cheap parlor tricks!"

"It took me years to master it," Keon replied coolly, reclining further. "You want to learn in four days what took me decades? Who do you think you are, a primordial god? You should make do with what you’ve learned."

Valerie laughed, a bitter, hollow sound. "Of course, you’d say that. I need a lethal move to use against Aldric, but you had me doing breathing exercises for two days! Who does that?"

"You were too tense," Keon said, popping another nut into his mouth. "Relaxation is key. I would’ve recommended sex, but we’re all males here, and I doubt you swing that way. Otherwise, Derek might have sufficed." He smirked, nodding towards Derek.

Derek froze, clearly uncomfortable, while Valerie’s frustration boiled over. "Do you think this is funny?! I’m terrified I’ll lose and fail Islinda. I might die, and you act like you don’t care at all."

Silence followed, stretching uncomfortably as Valerie waited for his grandfather to show any sign of concern. When Keon remained impassive, Valerie’s laugh threw his head, his laughter turned cold, "Why did I expect anything else? You never fought for anything. No wonder Mother thinks you’re a useless failure—"

It happened too quickly for any of them to comprehend. Valerie could not finish the rest of his statement because his grandfather who was once seated now stood in front of him, with great rage on his face. He had his hand around his throat while his other hand was alight with a dangerously bright blue flame that was scarily close to his face.

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