Mystery: Becoming a Creator Through the Doorway

That's all for today.

An Ruowang looked at Sharon, whom he had unexpectedly defeated, and took the initiative to stop today's sparring session.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but his breathing was much more steady than before.

Miss Sharon's training these past few days has been remarkably effective.

No matter how confined the prisoner's path is, she is still a Sequence 5 with rich combat experience.

With her help, An Ruowang not only improved his marksmanship and fighting skills, but more importantly, he gradually learned and became proficient in combining and applying different abilities in actual combat.

The gun, the small-world spatial jump brought about by the "Apprentice's" opening, the super-strong intuition enhanced by the triple enhancement of "Mystic," "Monster," and "Diviner," plus the various spells of the "Navigator's Hat" and "Sun Brooch"...

He has finally figured out some experience and strategies for using these weapons and abilities in combination, so he is no longer flustered in battle.

They've used every trick in the book on Miss Sharon.

Sharon lowered her fighting stance and gave a light, admiring remark:

"You learn very quickly."

Teaching a smart and excellent student is actually a very comfortable experience.

There's no need to repeatedly correct the same mistake, and no need to explain things that should be self-evident.

He only needs to be demonstrated once to remember and follow along; he only needs a reminder to realize where he went wrong and then adjust accordingly.

As for Aleister's unusual aspects...

He explained that he had various useful sealing artifacts.

She simply believed him when he said that.

"It's all thanks to your excellent teaching, Ms. Sharon," An Ruowang casually added.

Sharonton stayed.

Teacher...

She hadn't heard that word in a very, very long time.

At that moment, Sharon's wolf ears twitched instinctively, attracting An Ruowang's attention.

At this moment, her half-werewolf appearance was still exquisite, but the lines on her face were more distinct and sharper than usual, faintly resembling the ferocity of a wolf. When her thin lips were slightly parted, one could vaguely see her two canines that were sharper and longer than those of an ordinary human.

A pair of fluffy wolf ears peeked out from the hair on the top of her head. The earlobes were elegantly triangular, with a lighter pale gray inside and a ring of fine dark down around the edge.

Because she was going to have a sparring match, she stopped wearing her black court dress and put on a looser black training outfit, which revealed her forearms covered with light golden hair.

Those hands were also covered in downy hair, somewhere between human hands and animal claws, with long, slender fingers, slightly raised joints, and sharp, gray-black nails.

Perhaps because it's only half-werewolf, it unfortunately doesn't have a big, fluffy tail.

Even so, she still possessed a beauty that combined human intellect with the ferocity of a wild beast, dangerous yet captivating.

Wow, there's even something like Fu Rui to watch here, how disgusting!

Sharon lowered her eyes and said softly:

"You're smart, but that's not really my problem."

"But someone has to be willing to teach you." An Ruowang gave her a thumbs up and a big smile. "Thank you."

Based on the information and context, he roughly sensed that Sharon was thinking about her teacher.

However, it's not easy for him to tell Sharon directly that her teacher didn't actually die, but just became a spirit creature and could win the resurrection match later.

Let's wait for the right opportunity; maybe we can give her a surprise.

Sharon was taken aback when she saw Alastair's smile before she realized what was happening.

Perhaps she'd been infected, because the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up slightly.

"You're welcome."

Now that today's battle is over, she no longer needs to maintain her current half-wolf form.

Today is the fourth day, and Aleister's distant relative should be coming to visit soon.

A fight is possible, and in order to protect him and fulfill her duties as a bodyguard, she also needs to conserve her energy and stamina.

Sharon began to conceal the changes in her body.

The pale golden fur slowly faded away, the sharp claws gradually retracted, and the fluffy wolf ears also began to disappear...

At this moment, looking at the fading wolf ears, An Ruowang finally couldn't help but make that somewhat offensive request:

"Can I touch it?"

In his initial impression, Sharon was either a "vengeful spirit" or a "puppet".

So when he first saw Sharon, who was half-werewolf, he was stunned for a moment before he realized what was happening. Then he became very curious about the feel of a werewolf and the physiological structure of its ears and tail.

Who do you think invented werewolves?

Where can you find such a thing in modern society?

Sharon paused, and the pair of wolf ears on her head, which had faded to almost nothing, suddenly tilted back and turned into airplane ears a second before they disappeared completely.

She raised her head and gave An Ruowang a slight glare:

"no."

Seeing that Sharon refused his request to touch her ear, An Ruowang looked regretful, but did not insist.

"Alright."

He straightened his clothes, then turned and walked from the courtyard back to the house.

"I'm home now. I worked up a sweat, so I'll take a shower, rest, and then have dinner."

Sharon: "..."

She stood there, watching his retreating figure.

Although she refused, she wasn't really angry.

She knew it wasn't an intentional offense, but rather his simple curiosity; he wanted to touch it, just like a child can't resist reaching out to touch a furry animal.

The few days they spent together brought them closer and gave her a deeper understanding of Aleister.

My first impression was of that first meeting—he stood calmly in the card room, not even lifting his eyelids in the face of her and Maric's unusual behavior.

At that time, she thought that this person was either stupid or had a lot of confidence.

Now, after spending a few days with him, she has discovered that he is no ordinary extraordinary person, and she has also seen much more.

Free-spirited, unrestrained, and pleasure-seeking...

He never hid his desires, yet he was somehow different from those hedonistic types.

He was serious when practicing shooting, but put it down immediately after finishing; he was focused when learning combat, but stopped after finishing, and wouldn't push himself to the limit for improvement.

During training breaks, he would pull out high-end desserts and black tea that he had somehow acquired, sit on a chair at the shooting range, and slowly enjoy them, asking her if she wanted some.

He trains when he needs to train and rests when he needs to rest, never hiding his sense of entitlement to "enjoyment."

He even openly admitted that he wanted to touch her wolf ears.

No wonder that after only one day of meeting, when she said she wanted to learn to shoot, he immediately took her to that club and said he would give her a chance to scout out the location and choose targets, even implying that he wanted to use these mid-to-high-ranking officers as targets for practice.

It can be said that he completely disregarded the royal family, the military, and the three major churches of Ruen. He was incredibly arrogant, yet his arrogance was so natural, as if it were the only way he should be.

By now, Sharon is completely certain that Aleister's mental state is heterogeneous.

He was a true "monster," seemingly not someone created by this oppressive world, possessing a relaxed and carefree air that seemed out of place in this world.

It makes one... truly envious.

Perhaps influenced by his emotions and attitude towards life, the few days Sharon spent with Aleister were the most relaxing time she had since her teacher's passing.

An Ruowang walked to the door and noticed that Sharon hadn't followed. She turned back and gave her a strange look.

"What are you standing there for? Aren't you coming home for dinner?"

Sharon snapped out of her thoughts.

She looked at the figure who had turned back to wait for her, paused for a second, and then followed him.

"……Um."