The Golem Mage-Chapter 557: Sorin Clan - Vampire Bloodline (2).

"I apologize for delivering this news now, but you are not permitted to confront that lady, while I may not be a skilled strategist, Michael instructed me that if he were to be defeated, I should ensure that you are not the first one to face her, as your sole focus would be seeking revenge for what happened to him, that way you would lose sight of the bigger picture" Julian explained, emphasizing Gabriel's clouded judgment following his brother's defeat.

Upon hearing his captain's words, Gabriel reluctantly settled back into his seat, understanding the reasoning behind Julian's decision.

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"Another person from your clan in the northern kingdom? Now I must ask, why would a powerful and large clan like yours diminish its strength by sending descendants elsewhere?" Agnes inquired, curious about the dynamics of the Ancient Blaze methods, as they heard the referee's announcement of Cassandra's name.

Before stepping onto the stage as the Holy Grail Academy's second participant in the fight,

"Well, it's quite simple actually, they didn't deem us worthy of their attention, despite awakening the clan's primary ability, none of us who were sent out were able to convince the clan elders that we would become exceptional mages upon awakening."

"As lesser acknowledged members of the clan, we are dispatched to learn from other institutions or sects, if we manage to catch the clan's attention before completing our training, we would be called back to be nurtured with the clan's secret arts, however, if we prove to be mediocre throughout our training period, our status upon returning would diminish."

Lucas responded without glancing at Agnes, he was well aware that she is the group's information gatherer, which means she would inevitably learn from her contacts later if he didn't say a thing.

This inevitability prompted him to divulge the details about his clan himself.

Agnes, upon learning about the Blade clan's rigorous training program for their younger generations, realized she might have hit a nerve, and internally chastised her own curiosity for once again getting the better of her.

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Cassandra Blade stood impeccably attired in the Holy Grail Academy's white uniform, trimmed with golden edges.

Her black hair was neatly tied back in a ponytail.

In stark contrast to Michael, her expression was one of unwavering seriousness as she unsheathed her dual swords from her waist, her gaze locked firmly on Carmilla without a flicker of distraction amidst the unfolding action.

"I see you're not as talkative as the other guy," Carmilla remarked.

Yet Cassandra remained silent, offering only an intense stare in lieu of conversation.

"Begin!" announced the red-haired referee, vanishing from sight to allow the combatants to engage.

But unlike the other matches that commenced with immediate charges from the fighters, this one was different as they stood still.

To the audience, it appeared as a mere standoff, but the true experts could discern the careful strategizing at play.

Without crossing blades, both ladies had already run through countless simulations and counterattacks in their minds, anticipating each other's moves.

However, this cerebral battle of wills was ill-suited for someone like Carmilla, who favoured a more explosive approach.

With a wand materializing in her hand, she launched a spell at Cassandra, a probing attack to gauge her opponent's defences.

[> Low Tier Spell – Dark Bolt <]

A streak of black electricity hurtled towards Cassandra with incredible speed.

Reacting swiftly, Cassandra slightly tilted her body, shifting her upper half to the right, allowing the dark bolt to pass her by effortlessly; with determined steps, she continued to approach Carmilla as the first move had been exchanged,

But Carmilla refused to give up after a single failed attack, she unleashed a relentless barrage of dark bolts upon Cassandra, who effortlessly sidestepped or deflected them with graceful swings of her blade.

The spectators fell into a hushed silence as they watched spells fly from one end to the other, witnessing Cassandra's effortless defence.

The sparks and bursts of magic from each clash were enough to keep them entertained.

But the fans of the Bloodline Academy had begun to question Carmilla's strategy.

Her formidable weapon, her hair, still floated ominously around her, yet instead of unleashing it, she focused solely on sending the low tier spell [Dark Bolt] .

To the audience, these spells seemed inconsequential and incapable of harming Cassandra.

However, Carmilla trembled with excitement, unknown to the spectators, with each strike deflected by Cassandra's dual swords, small traces of residual black lightning clung to her through her blades.

And with time the accumulated strikes had left black lightning currents coursing around Cassandra's figure, changing the appearance of her white knight-like uniform to a black and white colour.

"Do you understand now?" Carmilla asked with a confident smile, as her wand disappeared, and she snapped her fingers almost immediately.

[> Mid Tier Spell – Abyssal Lightning <].