Another World Witch Training Manual

093, Sacrifice Flame + Lightning Flash

Xinlai's heart skipped a beat.

In Asgard Elegy, "Lightning Flash" is an extremely rare lightning-based sword technique, possessing immense power and also inflicting a paralyzing effect.

Most importantly, this move, when combined with the fire-attribute Sacrifice Flame, can create a "Thunder and Fire Combination" effect, doubling the damage.

He looked around to make sure no one was there, the guardians of the treasury were outside, and his father was waiting outside the door.

He was the only one in the hall.

He quietly extended his right hand, his fingertips twitching slightly.

A barely perceptible fluctuation of magical energy flashed by, and the scroll shimmering with purple light silently disappeared from the grid and appeared in Xinlai's sleeve.

The entire process took less than two seconds, and no alarms sounded. The magical restrictions on the national treasury only apply to unauthorized entry or breaches by outsiders; they are not triggered by the normal access of royal family members.

Xin Lai nonchalantly withdrew her hand, grasped the Sacrificial Flame, and strode towards the exit.

The iron gate slowly opened, and Bermelt was sitting on a chair outside, resting with his eyes closed.

Hearing the noise, he opened his eyes, saw the black longsword at Xin Lai's waist, and then looked at Xin Lai's empty hands, and nodded slightly.

"Just this one?"

"This is all you need." Xinlai patted the hilt of the sword. "That's enough."

Bermelt stood up, while the four guardians remained standing there expressionless, as if nothing had happened.

They would not question what the king and prince had taken from the treasury; it was their duty and their responsibility.

What they didn't know was that just now, Xin Lai not only obtained the prototype of a legendary weapon, but also took away a scroll of a five-ring lightning-type sword skill.

These two things will become Sinlai's sharpest fangs in the near future.

Bermelt patted Sinlai on the shoulder: "Let's go back and have a meal with Father. It's been a long time since we ate together."

Xinlai smiled and nodded: "Yes, Father."

The father and son walked out of the treasury gate side by side, and the iron gate behind them slowly closed.

The heavy clanging of metal echoed in the corridor, like a low sigh.

Back in Bermelt’s palace, the father and son had a rare dinner together.

The meal was not lavish, consisting of only a few simple home-style dishes.

Bermelt had a poor appetite and only ate a few bites of each dish.

Xinlai ate quite a lot, partly because she was really hungry, and partly because she didn't want her father to think that he was disgusted by her.

After the meal, the servants removed the tableware, leaving only the father and son in the bedroom.

Bermelt leaned back in his chair, looking at Sinlai, hesitant to speak.

Xinlai knew what her father was thinking, and spoke up, "Father, about my eldest brother and second brother..."

"Let's not talk about it anymore."

Bermilt waved his hand, looking somewhat weary. "What's meant to happen will happen, and your father can't control that much. Just remember, no matter what happens, preserving your life is the most important thing. Your mother passed away early, and you're the only person your father cares about."

Xinlai was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"It's getting late, you should go back now," Bermelt said, his voice tinged with reluctance. "Next time... bring my good daughter-in-law to meet us."

Sinley stood up, walked to Bermilt, and knelt on one knee: "Yes, sir."

Bermelt reached out and touched Sinlai's head, just like he had when Sinlai was a child. His aged hand trembled slightly, but the warmth of his palm remained.

"Go."

Xinlai left the palace, walked out of the tower, and got into the carriage.

The carriage slowly drove out of the palace, through the streets of the royal city, and headed towards his castle.

Inside the train carriage, Xinlai leaned back in her seat, closing her eyes as she recalled everything that had happened that day.

His father's explanation resolved the doubts that had lingered in his mind for many years.

It turned out that his father didn't not love him; rather, he loved him too much, so much so that he dared not show any favoritism. That restrained paternal love moved him deeply, yet also saddened him.

Obtaining the Sacrificial Flame was an unexpected surprise.

Although this sword is currently only of epic rank, as long as a suitable method is found to awaken the fire demon power within it, it can be restored to legendary rank. With the addition of the Tide Core, it might even break through to legendary rank...

At that time, his combat power will be upgraded to a higher level.

As for that five-ring lightning-based sword technique scroll...

Xinlai took the scroll from her sleeve and spread it out in the carriage.

The text on the scroll was in ancient Asgardian, which Sinlai could barely understand.

The general meaning is: Thunder Flash, a five-ring lightning-based sword skill, is a sword strike delivered at extremely high speed, imbued with the power of lightning, which can deal massive damage to enemies and inflict paralysis.

To master this sword technique, the user needs an extremely high affinity for the lightning element and sufficient magical power.

He took a deep breath, memorized the contents of the scroll, and then a flame ignited in his palm, burning the scroll to ashes.

The flame leaped, engulfing the last fragment of the page, and ashes drifted out of the car window, disappearing into the night.

A roller is something you only use once.

Burning it is the safest way to dispose of it, as it will not leave any trace.

The carriage stopped in front of the castle gate, and Sinley jumped off and went into the castle.

Eve was sitting on the sofa in the living room waiting for him, holding a book in her hands, but she was obviously not reading it.

Hearing footsteps, she looked up, a relieved expression on her face.

"You're back."

"Hmm." Xinlai walked over and sat down beside her. "Are you feeling better?"

"Much better." Eve closed the book, her gaze falling on the black longsword at his waist. "What does the king want with you?"

After thinking it over, Xinlai decided not to tell Eve the royal secrets her father had mentioned.

It's not that I don't trust her, but I don't want her to worry.

"Nothing serious, just a few words of casual conversation," Xinlai said casually. "Oh, by the way, my father gave me a sword."

Eve looked at the longsword, which was entirely black with dark red patterns, and frowned slightly: "This sword... looks strange."

"It is a bit strange," Xinlai smiled, reaching out to stroke the hilt of the sword, "but it suits me well."

Eve didn't ask any further questions.

She knew that Xinlai had her own opinions on cultivation and didn't need her to interfere.

"You rest first, I'm going to practice my sword." Xin Lai picked up her sword and stood up.

"Practicing so late?" Eve glanced worriedly at the night outside the window.

"I'm itching to get my hands on this new sword." With that, Xin Lai strode out of the living room and into the underground training room.

Xin Lai stood in the center of the open space and slowly pulled out the sacrificial flame.

The sword gleamed with a dark red luster under the moonlight, like dormant magma.

Xin Lai closed her eyes, feeling the scorching heat emanating from the sword, while simultaneously recalling the cultivation method of Lightning Flash in her mind.

He opened his eyes, gripped the sword hilt, and began to channel the magic within his body.

Fire element surged within him, flowing along his meridians to his arm and into the sword.

The sacrificial flames emitted a buzzing sound, and the dark red patterns on the sword grew brighter and brighter.

Xinlai tried to transform the fire element into the lightning element, once, twice, three times... finally, purple lightning bolts leaped up on the black sword.

He swung that sword.

The sword light flashed and disappeared in an instant, so fast that its trajectory was almost invisible.

A purple lightning sword aura shot out from the tip of the sword and struck the scarecrow thirty paces away, leaving a charred hole from top to bottom.

Xin Lai sheathed her sword and exhaled softly.

"It's done."