Witch's Daughter And The Devil's Son

Seren, perplexed by the conversation, turned her gaze to Drayce. "Is there something about Commander Sanders that I'm not aware of? Is he not human?"

"He is indeed human," Drayce reassured her.

"Absolutely, I've never sensed any supernatural aura around him," Seren confidently affirmed, her own newfound abilities aiding her perception. "Unless his existence is concealed, similar to Prince Arlan."

"Slayer is human, blessed with a unique bloodline that belonged to a human race annihilated by dark magic practitioners in the past. His presence poses a threat to those who practice black magic, and they would attempt to eliminate him if his identity is revealed," Drayce explained.

"Annihilated Does that mean he's the sole survivor of his race?" Seren inquired.

"We're uncertain, but from what I know, it appears that way for now," Drayce replied. "My master discovered him when he was a child and kept him hidden from the world."

As Seren began to piece together the situation, she posed another question. "How does he pose a threat to black magic practitioners?"

"His unique abilities render their black magic ineffective against him, and he has the power to counteract and defeat them, even kill them easily. If he proves immune to their magic, they would undoubtedly view him as a formidable adversary and seek to eliminate such a threat," Drayce elaborated.

Seren appeared somewhat perplexed. "But aren't those magicians supposed to be stronger?"

"Well, let me clarify," Drayce began. "Picture the most powerful black magic practitioner, like the wizard you encountered in the temple today. He's casting his most potent spell, giving it his all to attack Slayer. However, Slayer is immune to the magic, effortlessly advancing with his weapon until he swiftly slays the wizard in the blink of an eye.

It's not just immunity; his bloodline allows him to kill these wizards with minimal effort. The blood in his veins poses a grave threat to their existence.

"These wizards devote their entire lives to mastering black magic, yet someone like Slayer can eliminate them effortlessly, akin to stepping on ants. His bloodline not only grants him immunity but also bless him with formidable physical strength, enabling him to excel with any weapon in his hands. There's a reason he's known as the Slayer on the battlefield."

"Understood," Seren replied, her mind processing the information. Then, after a moment of contemplation, she posed another question, "Dray, you possess the power of darkness. Does that mean your abilities are ineffective against Commander Sanders, and he can potentially harm you?"

Drayce chuckled softly at her inference. Her smart mind had started to work on the different aspects of the information.

"The black magic practitioners I mentioned, like those wizards, are human beings resorting to evil means to wield black magic. In contrast, individuals like me, born with inherent attributes of darkness and the supernatural by birth, encounter a different dynamic. While Slayer lacks the ability to harm me, it's given that even my power of darkness is ineffective against him.

It's not inaccurate to say he is immune to any attack stemming from the attribute of darkness."

"This is quite intriguing," Seren remarked, but a subtle shift in her expression hinted at an underlying thought. "Does that mean your divine attribute can harm him?"

Drayce nodded. "Yes, the divine power can, but not the attribute of darkness."

Seren wore a satisfied smile, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "So my husband remains invincible." Pride colored her voice, reluctant to accept the idea that her formidable husband might be powerless against someone.

Drayce chuckled. "Even without my divine power, do you doubt my ability to defeat him with a sword?"

"Well, you could, but Sir Sanders is formidable. Why take unnecessary risks? I prefer my husband with powers capable of vanquishing evil in the blink of an eye," Seren admitted.

Drayce raised an eyebrow. "So, you wouldn't want me if I were a mere human?"

Seren released an awkward chuckle, "Oh, I didn't mean it that way." She admitted with a tinge of guilt, "I would love you even as an ordinary human, but having powers isn't a bad thing, right?" She blinked innocently, attempting to validate her point. "It allows you to protect me.

I get scared of those bad people." Suddenly, she transformed into a cute and innocent young girl, adding, "Is it wrong to expect a little more from my husband?"

Drayce playfully pinched her nose over her veil, his eyes filled with affection. "Acting cute won't hide your greed, my Queen."

Noticing he wasn't upset, she smiled, "I am greedy, but only for you."

"You two can continue. I won't be an eyesore," Yorian declared, standing up. Uncomfortable with the affectionate exchange, he added, "I'll be there when Oriana arrives," and vanished from the study.

Seren felt a bit awkward. "I forgot Mister Yorian was here."

"Ignore him," Drayce advised, redirecting her attention to him. "So, you're greedy for me, my Queen?"

She cleared her throat awkwardly. "Shall I not?"

"How greedy are you?" he teased, his gaze filled with desire.

Seren gently moved back, creating a bit of distance between them. "We are in the study," she reminded him.

Drayce, undeterred, pulled her back closer, his hand enveloping her waist. "So?" he questioned, unfazed.

Seren realized she had limited options and attempted to redirect his attention, preventing the situation from escalating when it wasn't even nighttime yet. "Dray, you spent quite some time with Prince Arlan. What did you two discuss?"

He leaned in closer, his face inches away. "Forget about him."

Seren, moving a bit further back, insisted, "No, I want to know. Did you discuss more about him and Oriana being mates?"

Drayce raised an eyebrow, a hint of playfulness in his eyes. "Trying to distract me, my Queen."

She offered an awkward smile. "Is it working?"

He sighed, releasing her from his hold to address her curiosity. "We did talk about both of them."

"What was the discussion about?" she inquired.

"We discussed the unique scent of our mates, which is specific to each of us," he explained.

"Is it?" Seren's eyes sparkled with interest. The subject of mates had always intrigued her, especially in anticipation of her encounter with Erebus. "We never talked about it. Tell me more, Dray."

"He is affected by Oriana's scent, and I had to explain to him why and how," Drayce shared.

"I don't know about it either," Seren admitted. "I am your mate, right? I mean, even though we don't have a bond yet, Erebus considers me his mate."

Drayce nodded. "You are the only one for us, wife and mate."

"Then, how do I smell... I mean, my scent, how is it?" Her eyes glimmered with anticipation, eager to hear something magical.