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I refocused on my Wind-propelled flight through the house. While I could have just shot out my wings and flown that way, I was faster like this.
I loved my wings, but they were more for combat than anything else. I could still use my swords and magic with my wings out.
While I was pure fire I could do little other than run and heal, occasionally cutting something close to me with a Wind blade or two and scorching someone with the Hellfire I left in my wake.
It wasn't a perfect means of transportation, I would still need to work something out for traveling outside the house, but it was sufficient to let me practice. Or, as it were, to get to my swordsmanship lessons as fast as possible.
I exploded through the training hall's double doors like a ship crashing through a wave and quickly shifted out of my fire form.
Training dummies and weapon racks lined the walls, but the stone floor itself was open, leaving a wide space for sparring. Various shapes were painted into the stone to help facilitate various training exercises.
"You're late." a tall man in an elegant silver suit said. He had gray hair that was cut within an inch of his head and a full beard of the same color.
A plain longsword was sheathed at his hip. His back was to me, but he turned around as I entered. "Summon your weapon and we shall begin."
Sir Belford wasn't one to waste time, especially when it came to swordplay. Father reincarnated him centuries ago.
While he wasn't knight of the round, he did serve under King Arthur. After Camelot fell, he had nowhere to go and accepted my father's offer to join his peerage.
He had served as my physical combat instructor since mother and father let me begin training.
We mostly covered swordplay as it was his area of expertise, but he was also imparting his knowledge of various martial arts he had picked up over the years.
With a sigh, I conjured a flaming longsword and took up a stance opposite Belford. The following hours promised to be painful.
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"I have mail?" I said in surprise. I didn't have any friends, nor had I ever left the Phenex grounds for any extended period of time. The concept that someone would write to me was a foreign one.
"Yes, my lord. It arrived just this morning." Yuri, one of my family's many servants said as she curtsied and left.
I stared suspiciously at the letter in my hand. Surely mother and father wouldn't have let it get to my hands if it was cursed. Right?
With a wave of my hand a flame clone appeared. I took cover behind my dresser while the clone opened the letter. When nothing exploded, I peeked my head over the clone's shoulder and started reading.
The letter was plain white with gold embroidery around the edges.
The elegantly styled letters thanked me for taking the time to read the letter and requested a small allowance of my precious time to consider the prospect of taking the daughter of whoever sent this on as a pawn in my peerage.
The amount of sunshine being blown up my rear was more than a little off-putting, but given whoever this was thought I was a run of the mill, stuck up Pillar Devil – Pillar Devils being members of the 72 original noble Devil clans – it was to be expected. What I didn't expect was for someone to write a request to get their kid in my peerage.
I'd received my peerage pieces, small chess pieces of mastercrafted alchemy that allowed me to reincarnate others into devil servants, of course – Pillar devils were exempted from the requirement of being a High-Class devil before receiving them.
It was one of the many ways the New Satans were trying to keep the old blood happy. Not that devil politics were overly impactful on my day to day life.
I'd actually had my pieces for a couple of years now, I just hadn't really prioritized using them.
I had lucked out by getting a mutation bishop, a special piece that would allow me to reincarnate anyone I used it on, regardless of how powerful they were.
Typical pieces could only reincarnate someone of a certain strength ceiling with that strength ceiling correlating to the point values of actual chess pieces.
A queen was worth nine. A rook was worth five. Knights and bishops were worth three. And pawns were worth one. It wasn't an exact crossover, but it was close enough to use as a guideline.
Honestly, I had expected to not get any mutation pieces. They were incredibly rare, so the fact that I got one, a useful piece at that, was a definite win in my book.
My fire clone dispersed, letting the letter fall into my waiting hand as I considered its contents.
There was an address above the signature, one Akira Gale. I had no idea who that was. Deciding I really didn't have anything better to do, I made my way down to Clarissa's study.
On the way I caught up to Yuri and told her to inform my parents what I was doing and where I was going.
It was common sense to always give people who care about you a last known location when meeting suspicious people you have never met.
I knocked on the door and walked inside when I was told to enter.
"How may I help you, young lord?" she asked, casually setting aside a human skull she had been about to drop into a cauldron. This was fairly typical for her, so I didn't ask.
"I got a letter from someone I've never met asking me to consider their kid for my peerage.
I don't really have anything better to do so I was going to check it out, but I don't want to be alone in case there's an army of kidnappers or child murderers waiting for me."
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