Lord of Ascension: The Birth of Chaos-Chapter 48 I Want to Train

Kaelith let go of him, with the thought that he wouldn’t touch her.

But Scarlet’s face turned red with anger, and the next second, his hands flew up, pulling the girl’s hair.

Before Kaelith could separate the fight, a loud thud echoed as one of them flew through the air, slamming against the gate before dropping to the ground.

.......

Silence ensued as the air was covered with a blanket of tension. Kaelith sat on the far end of the chair, his eyes flickering between Scarlet, who sat on the other end of the chair, and the girl, kneeling on the ground with her hands raised above her head; her dark brown hair was like a bird’s nest.

Scarlet’s eyes weren’t the only part of him that was bruised; the corner of his lips was bruised, and his back had purple and red bruises.

Gabriel sat in the chair opposite them, his brows knitted together as he glared at his daughter. "Emelia... how dare you lay a hand on a royal?" his voice thundered through the room.

Emelia flinched, her eyes avoiding Gabriel’s. "I was only defending myself," she grumbled.

"Liar! You hit me in my eye first," Scarlet snapped at her. "Ouch. Ouch," he cried as he strained his back. fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

"But you called me a thief and dumb," she shot back at him. She met his eyes, and lightning sparked in their eyes.

"Weren’t you one? You were sneaking out of the gate... not only are you a thief and dumb, but you are also a brute with no brain," Scarlet yelled at her.

"Say that again." Her voice lowered as she glared at him from under her eyelashes.

Scarlet swallowed. "I said not only are you a thief and dumb, but you. Are. Also. A. Brute. With. No. Brain," he said word after word so she could hear him properly.

"You..." She rose, only to fall back on her knees. She groaned as an invisible force pushed her back.

"Father... let me teach that spoiled brat a lesson," her lips quivered.

"You will do no such thing." Gabriel’s gaze darkened.

A servant ran inside. "My lord, the healer is here."

"Bring her in."

The door creaked open, and an elderly woman stepped in, her robes a soft green embroidered with fading gold thread. Her face was lined with years of experience, but her steps were steady.

The healer walked in silently, bowing to Gabriel. "My lord," she greeted.

Then her eyes turned to him. "Prince... please lie down so I may begin."

Scarlet hesitated. The title made his chest tighten. How was he a prince when he did not have magic? He could not even gain his family bloodline, now he was reduced to nothing but a weakling.

He simply nodded and turned to lie on his side, wincing as a fresh jolt of pain lit up his back.

Her glowing hand hovered above his skin, and slowly, she pressed it down. Warmth spread across the wound. Or... it should have.

But Scarlet felt nothing. There was no tingling sensation, just the raw, pulsing throb of bruised muscle.

The healer’s brows furrowed. She moved her hand across his shoulder, focusing harder, her lips whispering an incantation under her breath. But there was still nothing. She tried again... and again. A minute passed. Then another.

Her light faded, but the bruises remained.

"I... don’t understand," she whispered, mostly to herself.

Gabriel sat straighter. "What is it?"

Kaelith’s brows narrowed at the strange phenomenon. ’Why isn’t he healing? Or is he too weak to accept her magic? This is strange... weaklings can be healed too.’

She swallowed and looked at Gabriel, clearly troubled. "My magic isn’t... working on him. It’s like it’s being rejected by his body."

Scarlet’s chest burned with shame; his fingers dug into his thigh as if the pain was the only thing that could help him focus.

The healer tried once more, her voice gentler this time. "Perhaps his body is too weak to receive magic right now."

There it was again, the feeling of being too weak. His jaw clenched. His hands balled into fists. Scarlet didn’t want to look at their faces, but he could feel the weight of their pity in the air.

Gabriel was silent, but his silence weighed even more than words. The servants who stood in the corners had their heads slightly bowed, but their eyes flicked to him with that look. Emelia knelt quietly on the floor, rubbing her swollen lip, and even she... even she looked like she pitied him.

And Scarlet hated it. He didn’t want to be pitied.

Only Kaelith remained the same, cold and detached like nothing about the situation moved him. And oddly, that steadiness made relief settle in Scarlet’s chest. At least Kaelith didn’t look at him like a wounded animal waiting to be put down.

The healer eventually sighed and stepped back. "I will prepare herbs and bandages. It’s the least I can do."

Scarlet didn’t respond. He only stared at the floor.

As the servants brought in a tray of ointments and cloths, the room filled with the sharp scent of crushed leaves and oils. Scarlet sat upright as they began to dab the mixture across his bruised back.

Every touch stung, but he welcomed the pain. It reminded him he was still alive, even if he felt invisible.

When they finished binding the wounds, he slowly turned to Gabriel.

"I want to train."

Gabriel looked up, mildly surprised. "Train?" before he glanced at Kaelith, who looked as blank as a white paper.

Scarlet nodded, his voice calm but steady. "Obviously not magic. We all know that is not going to happen." He forced a weak smile. "But I can train my physique just like those creatures in the other realms. I want to fight with my hands. I don’t need magic to be strong," he muttered the last part more to himself.

Gabriel arched his brow. "And you think muscle will fix what magic cannot?"

Scarlet sighed. "No. But I know I’m not like the others. And I don’t care if I never throw a single spark from my hands. As long as I can still learn to fight, I can still be as strong as the mages... just in a different way."

Gabriel said nothing, but his gaze sharpened slightly.

Scarlet went on. "If the world only sees me as weak, I’ll make sure I’m strong enough to break their bones when they try to prove it."

Kaelith’s voice cut in softly. "He’s not wrong. If you can train him, then take him as your student."

Kaelith didn’t know why he chose to speak for him. It was more like a reflex, or maybe deep down he wanted Scarlet to be more useful than an annoying brother.

Gabriel glanced at him. But there was already a glint flickering through his eyes. ’If I can train him to be a good fighter... he would be a perfect warrior to fight the Vorrak. After all, magic is not needed to fight them.’

Kaelith leaned back, his arms folded across his chest. "He doesn’t need special power. Just enough discipline to make the most of what he does have."

Scarlet turned his eyes to Gabriel. "Let me train under you."

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