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I walk out of Old man Duke's chamber, gripping the bestowed sword tightly in my hand. I set my sights on Zamira's chamber, eager to fulfill Old man Duke's proposal and deliver the sword to her.

But as I make my way down the corridor, a familiar voice resonates within my mind, breaking through the silence.

[Master, what do you think? Are you going to get back with Zella?]

A mixture of emotions swirls within me as I contemplate the question. Memories of Zella, our shared moments, and the complexities of our relationship flood my mind. Yet, there's a flicker of hope that remains, an undeniable curiosity about our child, a child that defies the boundaries separating our two species.

That's a tough question. Despite the challenges and pain, a part of me longs for reconciliation with Zella. I yearn to witness the extraordinary sight of our child, a being that will defy the laws of nature and mark a new chapter for witches and vampires.

Lost in my thoughts, I finally arrive at Zamira's chamber. Without hesitation, I step forward and enter, only to find it empty. Confusion grips me, and I instinctively turn to leave, but in my haste, I unintentionally collide with Zagrath, Zamira's trusted advisor and combat maid.

"Apologies," I mutter, quickly regaining my composure. I take a step back, allowing Zagrath to steady herself. I meet her gaze, a mixture of surprise and concern etched on her face. "Is Zamira inside? I have something to deliver to her."

"N-No, My master left to train a few minutes ago. She was also waiting for you to come, but after learning that you went to see the king, she decided to go and train," Zagrath explains.

I stand there, taken aback by Zagrath's response, trying to process the information she has just shared. Zamira, expecting my visit? And she had been occupied with training in the training ground? It's an unexpected twist, but it fills me with a sense of anticipation and eagerness to see her.

As I glance around Zamira's chamber, I notice the flurry of activity happening within. People of various professions are bustling about, repairing and beautifying every nook and cranny. Painters meticulously work their magic, their brushes gliding across the walls adorned in pure white. Intricate designs and artistic drawings begin to take shape, transforming the chamber into a place of both elegance and charm.

My attention is drawn to one particular painter, his brush strokes fluid and precise. He brings life to the walls, infusing them with colors and imagination. It's a sight to behold, witnessing the transformation of Zamira's chamber into a sanctuary of art and beauty.

"Zagrath, what's happening?" I inquire, my voice filled with genuine curiosity and surprise. The scene before me is unlike anything I've witnessed in Zamira's chamber before.

"My master decided to renovate her chambers because of her upcoming marriage with you," Zagrath stammers, her words filled with a mix of nervousness and excitement. A smile slowly spreads across my face as I absorb her words. Zamira's commitment and dedication never cease to amaze me.

"That's wonderful," I reply, my voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. "I can't wait to see what she has created."

With a sense of anticipation, I step out of Zamira's chamber and begin making my way toward her training field. As I approach the field, I can already hear the sound of Zamira's sword slicing through the air. It's a familiar melody, one that resonates with her determination and strength.

When I arrive, I pause for a moment to observe Zamira in action. She is fully immersed in her training, her movements precise and powerful. With each swing of her sword, she displays a remarkable blend of grace and sheer force, relying solely on her physical strength rather than tapping into her aura. It's a testament to her unwavering determination and commitment to honing her skills.

A surge of pride wells up within me as I watch Zamira push herself to her limits. Her relentless pursuit of growth and improvement inspires me to strive for greatness alongside her. I can't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude that our paths have crossed, intertwining our destinies.I think you should take a look at

As Zamira finishes a particularly fierce series of strikes, she pauses and turns in my direction, her eyes meeting mine. A brief smile flashes across her face, and she gestures for me to join her on the training field.

I approach her with a mix of excitement and admiration, my footsteps echoing on the ground. "Zamira, you never cease to amaze me," I say, my voice filled with genuine admiration. "Your dedication and strength are truly inspiring."

Zamira's eyes sparkle with a blend of determination and affection as she lowers her sword. "Jake, your presence ignites a fire within me, driving me to become stronger each day," she replies, her voice filled with conviction.

I smile affectionately at Zamira, feeling the warmth of her body against mine as she wraps her arms around me. The bond between us grows stronger with each passing moment, and I can't help but feel overwhelmed by the depth of my love for her.

"Jake, I want you to hold me forever, like this," Zamira mutters

"I want to hold you like this forever too, Zamira," I whisper softly, my voice filled with sincerity. I tighten my embrace, cherishing this moment.

As she nestles her head against my chest, I feel a sense of completeness wash over me. .

Suddenly, I remember the gift I had brought for her. With a gentle release, I pull away slightly and reach into my inventory, retrieving the sword I had received from Old man Duke.

"I brought you a gift, Zamira," I say, my voice filled with anticipation. "It's a symbol of your own strength and the path you've chosen."

Zamira's eyes widen with surprise and excitement as she takes in the sight of the sword in my hand. Recognition flashes across her face, and she stammers in disbelief.

"T-This is the king's sword, the Demon-tier Sword," she mutters, her voice trembling with awe. The sword she is holding slips from her grasp, forgotten in the presence of this newfound treasure.

I offer her the sword with utmost reverence while Zamira's hands tremble as she reaches out to accept it, her eyes never leaving the magnificent weapon.

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