My Vampire Life With My Beautiful Vampire Wives-Chapter 44: Two weaknesses

On the training ground... which looks more like the Roman Colosseum, but a smaller version. Lucien and Scarlet were in the center.

Scarlet had changed her clothes; now she was wearing a kind of tight-fitting black and red military suit that hugged her body perfectly. But upon closer inspection, he realized it was something like a combat suit.

To be honest with himself, Lucien found it very difficult not to look at Scarlet; that voluptuous body was too tempting. And because she had that mature charm, she tempted him too much.

But despite feeling it, he kept a neutral expression. He’s not here for that; he can wait until after his training.

Scarlet smiles slightly when she sees her husband’s attitude and doesn’t look at him like a dog in heat. ’He was raised quite well.’ As a vampire considered ancient, she appreciates this kind of attitude very much.

"First of all, we vampires have two weak points." She points to her head and chest: "They are our heart and brain. If you manage to destroy either of these two, we will die."

He nods. Although he expected it, what if they rip out his heart, and his brain remains intact? Will he die or regenerate? "What if they rip out my heart and my brain remains intact, will I die?" he asks to clear up his doubts.

"You won’t die, because our true weakness is our brain. You can lose your body completely, but if your head remains intact, you can regenerate. However, if your brain is destroyed, you will die," Scarlet explained.

"I see..." Lucien never ceases to be surprised. The vampire race is still a very powerful race; they just need to avoid fighting each other for millennia, and they become extremely powerful.

"The first thing we’ll start with is your pain tolerance," Scarlet said, picking up a silver stake. "Don’t dodge it. You can take it, right?"

And she drove the stake into Lucien’s heart. Realizing that the stake was piercing him, Lucien gritted his teeth and didn’t move.

He felt pain throughout his body and wanted to scream, but he gritted his teeth even harder and resisted.

"Good!" Scarlet exclaimed.

Lucien took the silver stake that had pierced his heart and pulled it out. His body trembled, and the pain he felt was evident, but he did not scream. Something inside him prevented him from doing so.

Scarlet nodded contentedly once more as she began to explain: "Vampires are a physically weak race compared to werewolves, but in return, we have much superior regeneration to wolves and, in combat, we suffer many wounds. That is why we must train our resistance to pain."

"I understand, but what is that dagger made of?" he asked.

"It is made of blessed silver; it is perfect for improving our resistance to pain." Scarlet takes a blessed silver sword, extends her left arm, and suddenly cuts it.

The blood fell to the floor, but the smile never left Scarlet’s face, and she never stopped looking at Lucien.

Her arm fell to the floor, and in less than a few seconds, it disappeared from the floor and reappeared in her hand. In less than a second, her arm had completely regenerated!

"!!!" Lucien was surprised by this demonstration; he was deeply moved and, at a certain moment, felt that his heart had already healed.

"See? With time, you’ll be able to do it. By using blessed weapons, we will improve both our resistance to pain and our regeneration."

"Hmm..." He pauses to think for a moment. Training with blessed weapons that are supposed to be deadly to vampires—wasn’t that a bit crazy? He wants to ask why... but, ’Bah, let’s just focus on improving your pain tolerance.’

Scarlet notices that he won’t ask any more questions and continues: "Pain resistance, that’s what we’re going to train first. And that skill is the most important one for our fighting style."

"Okay," Lucien said in a neutral tone.

’During these three months, I will carve this diamond however I want.’ Scarlet licked her lips sensually.

...

Scarlet’s mansion.

In a room used as a training ground, Roxana and Walter stood in the center of the room.

"Walter," Roxana looks at Scarlet’s servant with a serious expression.

"Yes, tell me, Lady Roxana," Walter looks at her curiously.

She takes a deep breath: "Please help me with my training during these three months," she says determinedly. She doesn’t want to stay the same; if she herself wants to change, who else will?

Now she understands much more clearly that weakness is a curse, and she cannot always depend on others.

"With pleasure, my Lady Roxana, but you may ask, why is this?"

"It’s because I’m very weak right now and I can’t go on like this," Roxana was honest; she doesn’t want to become a burden to her beloved husband.

"I understand," Walter asks no further questions and moves far enough away: "Lady Roxana, attack me," he says as several silver threads dance around him.

Roxana observes him for just a second, calmly. Then, her eyes light up with a crimson glow.

She raises a hand elegantly, but the air around her changes immediately. The pressure becomes oppressive. And in an instant...

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Several slashes of wind cut through the air, thrown with deadly precision.

Walter reacts instantly, deploying a barrier of threads that intertwine in front of him like a silver spider web.

The metallic sound of the crash echoes throughout the room, but his expression changes when he notices that several wires have been cut.

"Jojojo~... this is quite a surprise." Walter watches the threads fall to the floor like broken shards of glass. "I didn’t expect Lady Roxana to attack with such force."

Roxana remained motionless for a few seconds, staring at her own hand. She felt the tingling sensation of power running through her fingers. She hadn’t noticed it before, but her power had increased.

That attack, which would have been just a little test before, was now strong enough to seriously injure someone.

"Lady Roxana," Walter’s voice snaps her out of her brief trance.

She looks up, and a slow, dangerous smile forms on her lips. The air begins to swirl around her, small gusts of wind lifting her blonde hair and her dress fluttering as if she were in the middle of a storm.

"Let’s continue," she says in a voice as soft as the edge of the wind before cutting.

...

Unknown location.

Where D had attacked Loic.

"I found it," Silas Vesper smiled with satisfaction; he looked at the small glass vial filled with blood and sealed with several gold seals.

Loic approaches with a big smile on his face: "Perfect, with this, we are finally closer to our goal."

"So much trouble just for the blood of a mere human." Silas plays with the vial, unaware of how important that blood is.

"You don’t know the value of that blood, you’re obviously a stupid vampire." Loic snatches it from her hands. This was the real Blood of Christ, the Son of God. How could she treat it like something so insignificant? He almost died to get it!

’Even my wounds haven’t completely healed,’ he thought with a sigh, but when he saw the blood on his hands, a big smile spread across his lips.

"Oh, really? Loic, I have some great news for you." Silas approaches him like a demon. "I’ve received some interesting information."

Loic raises an eyebrow: "Oh, and what is this interesting information?" he asks curiously. For that stupid vampire to say that, it must be something important.

"A hybrid has appeared," Silas drops the bombshell, expecting a big reaction from Loic.

But what he gets is a neutral expression.

"Is that all? All this fuss over a simple hybrid between a werewolf and a vampire?"

Loic frowns, unable to believe what he has just heard. He knows about the existence of these errors of nature. A cross between the two races was impossible by definition. Vampires and werewolves were opposites, curses that repelled each other.

In fact, the few records that existed spoke of creatures that barely survived five years before their own bodies devoured them from within. Weak, deformed beings... miserable parodies of life.

’If all this chaos is because of one of those monstrosities,’ Loic thought with a mixture of irony and contempt.

But then Silas let out a slight laugh, the kind of laugh that chills the blood. His eyes flashed with a look that Loic couldn’t quite decipher.

"Who said it’s a hybrid of a vampire and a werewolf?"

"...Huh?" The word slips from Loïc’s lips before he can stop it. He stands still, not quite understanding. "So... what kind of hybrid are we talking about?"

Silas remains silent for a few seconds, enjoying the moment. The tension grows, as if the air itself were thickening around them. Then, a slow smile, too wide to be natural, spreads across his face.

"Listen carefully, Loic... because this is much more incredible than you think."

"You can drop the damn suspense, just say it directly." Loic was beginning to get irritated.

"You don’t seem to understand the benefits of leaving everything in suspense." Feeling Loic’ murderous gaze, he raises his arms: "Fine, fine, I’ll say it. You don’t have to look at me like that."

With a big smile, he says:

"The existence of a hybrid between a human and a vampire has been revealed!"