The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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“Bebesa, let me make this clear beforehand: this is a test to understand the limits of your body's strength, so the intensity may be slightly higher. I hope you can clear your mind of all distractions and act without any hesitation, with 'killing me' as your sole objective.”

Haida explained briefly, her words carrying a chilling quality that was difficult for ordinary people to comprehend.

This nun had never taught trainee apprentices or mentored young new hunters, so she lacked experience in this area. Therefore, she could only try to adapt the teaching methods of her father and Instructor Naor from her memories, and then make further adjustments based on the actual situation.

The first step, simply put, is a "baseline test." Only by first figuring out where the students' limits are can we then more clearly observe their improvement.

"My sole objective is to kill you..."

Bebeza gently licked the corner of her lips, slightly hesitant.

Although she had personally experienced Haida's hand strength with the back of her neck, in her preconceived notions, the other party was, after all, a human being... The fragility of mortals is beyond doubt; they are too easily injured, too easily infected, and too easily die suddenly.

Within the Hunters Order, she had gained a hard-won sense of belonging and naturally did not want any accident to cause a rift in their relationship.

"There's no need to worry."

Heda sensed the underlying worry in Bebesa's words and waved her hand, indicating that she didn't need to worry about it.

"First of all, in a contest between hunters, regardless of victory or defeat, life or death, all that is required is to give it your all with utmost respect. Secondly... even if you are a level higher in the Hidden Rank, I still do not believe you can injure me."

The nun spoke in a steady and calm tone, with an air of unquestionable authority, as if stating a fait accompli.

If someone else had said this, it might have sounded arrogant and contemptuous. After all, how could a hunter who hadn't even reached the level of high priest dare to boast of being unharmed in front of something inhuman? But coming from Haida's mouth... it could be considered a humble remark.

Bebesa hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

She already knew Sister Heda's attitude, and all she could do now was respect the hunter's tradition.

"Bebesa, before the formal assessment, would you like to choose a weapon?"

Haida extended her index fingertip, fiddled with the tip of the wooden-handled folding knife in her hand, and then asked about the questions she had prepared beforehand.

Bebesa shook her head, indicating that it was unnecessary.

“I am not yet familiar with the weapons you have forged. Using them rashly will only hinder me, and... when I am at full strength, my hands have almost no gripping ability.”

Having said that, she no longer suppressed the growing restlessness within her body. Her body, which had originally resembled that of a young girl, instantly transformed into a beast-like form amidst the blazing, sharp light of the forged material. The funeral maid's standard armor robes once again scattered on the ground, making a sound as metal rubbed against leather.

Compared to her leopard cat form when they first met, Bebesa now truly gives the impression of a saber-toothed creature.

Snow-white fangs extending from her mouth, powerfully taut muscles, and unsettling brass-colored vertical pupils... However, her size seems to be only equivalent to a medium-sized lion-tiger, probably related to her sub-adult age.

"Ho..."

Her back arched, adopting a crouching, tiger-like posture, and a low hiss rolled from her throat, making no attempt to conceal her aggressive desire.

For a blade-type creature born from the forge, hunting is almost an instinct etched into its very bones. She doesn't need to devise complex plans or think; her body will naturally aim at the enemy's most vulnerable spot.

Her momentum built up silently and invisibly, and as it neared its climax, Bebeza leaped out. The wind howled, stirring up a cloud of dust.

"Clang!"

Her dagger-like claws swung down, carrying immense momentum as they landed directly on the wooden-handled folding knife in Haida's hand. The sharp clang of metal clashing echoed across the training ground.

"The strength is good, stronger than the secondary derivative evil offspring, and also better than some common abyssal evil creatures in the temple."

Haida gripped the hilt of the sword with one hand, her expression as composed as ever, even possessing the composure to offer her commentary.

Even before the Primarchization surgery, she could easily withstand attacks of this caliber. However, she might need to devote some of her attention to covert maneuvering, and might not be able to suppress her opponent with such nonchalance and unshakeable advantage as she is now.

Through this brief exchange, Bebesa quickly gained a clearer understanding of Heda.

...This nun seems to be a little different from the human beings I have in mind.

During her raid on the warehouse guards at the Belfarne underground exchange, she could tear them apart, weapons and all, with a mere swing of her claws. It was like a hot knife through butter, or a tailor cutting shredded rag dolls.

Heda not only caught his claw attack with a folding knife, a weapon with obvious flaws, but also steadily overpowered him in the wrestling match... Most importantly, while he was preparing his attack, Heda hadn't made any preparatory movements at all.

She even used one hand.

Before Bebesa could even process the question, her body had already spontaneously shifted its attack, baring its fangs and lunging for Heda's neck. The two were extremely close; a sudden, unexpected attack might have been successful…

However, Heda had already discerned her intentions before she made the move.

As Bebesa brought her head close, she raised her hand and grabbed the back of Bebesa's neck tightly. Then, she used the momentum to turn her around and used Bebesa's own strength to push her down onto the school field.

Bebesa tried to break free several times, but it was all in vain.

It was as if she hadn't yet revealed her true form as a saber-toothed creature, but was still in her petite leopard cat form, unable to move an inch under the restraints. Only then did she realize... that Haida's words before the assessment were truly not exaggerated at all.

Even if I were to climb another level in the hidden hierarchy, the situation probably wouldn't be much better than it is now.

Suddenly, Bebesa felt a slightly strange sensation.

At this moment, Heida gripped her neck with one hand and used the other for balance, straddling her lower back in a top-down position. It's a fairly classic superior control position, nothing particularly strange about it…

But Bebesa vaguely sensed that beneath the nun's armor and skirt, besides her taut, powerful legs, there seemed to be something else. It was whip-like, long and slender, like a snake or python. II

"Meow." (Four)

Due to this unexpected surprise, she was temporarily unable to maintain her true saber-toothed creature form and transformed into a leopard cat. (Part Three)

"Can't it maintain the saber-toothed beast form for long?"

Heda slowly blinked her grey-chestnut eyes, then picked up Bebesa and patted the dust off her soft fur.

"If there is enough food, it is possible to maintain this for several hours... but apart from the desire to kill or prey, there should be no strong emotional fluctuations."

Bebesa explained, somewhat hesitantly. (The word "thorn")

She was completely unable to concentrate at this moment, and even though she tried to hide it, her eyes kept unconsciously glancing at the nun's skirts beside her. An intense curiosity was almost impossible to suppress, yet she wasn't sure if her question would offend the nun. Hedgehog

Is it some kind of weapon? No, that's definitely not the feel of a weapon.

Flexible, slender, and with a hint of warmth, it is clearly some kind of limb. (Fold)

Heda quickly noticed the slightly strange, subtle expression on Bebesa's face. To conceal one's thoughts under the close observation of a funeral maid with a talent for profiling was no easy feat. At least, it wasn't something she could do.

"Hmm...you felt 'that' just now."

"Meow?":

Bebesa was unsure whether to respond or deny it, and ultimately chose to play cute and wait and see.

Heda maintained her usual calm demeanor and began to explain what she had hidden under her skirt.

“Actually, it’s not that this is something that can’t be shown to others. Considering the monthly routine check-ups by the Medical Court, it would be almost inevitable that Ms. Marian would find out. But that would mean that I would have to face various samplings from the Medical Court every day for the next few days… Therefore, I would like to tell her after your introductory training is over.”

"Now that you've discovered it, it won't hurt to show it to you."

Bebeza narrowed her eyes slightly, vaguely sensing that something was amiss. She seemed to want to say something, but before she could speak, Heda had already lifted the standard skirt of her nun's robe and loosened the belt of her leather trousers.

Yes, what could it be?

With some indescribable guess in mind, Bebesa stretched out her claws to cover his eyes, but still secretly opened a sliver of skin between her fingers.

The next moment, she saw a beautiful, slender, and highly defined jet-black dragon tail.

Its surface is covered with fine, porcelain-like scales, which are lively yet have a slightly matte finish. They blend perfectly with the human body, without any sense of disharmony or strangeness... as if they were born to exist here.

"This is the result of one of Dr. Fran's surgeries. Although it is not easy to find under normal circumstances, it cannot be hidden."

Heda swayed her dragon tail slightly, showing it off briefly before putting it back into her leather trousers.

The nun usually tucked it directly into her trouser leg, but this slightly hindered her movement. If possible, she would like to cut a notch in the tail section of the trousers to accommodate the dragon's tail, but she wasn't very confident in her sewing skills.

This is what is meant by "Having seen the ocean, one finds it hard to be impressed by mere rivers."

After experiencing Dr. Fran's exceptional tailoring skills for seven days, she had become somewhat reliant on him for alterations. Moreover, the coccyx is a rather private area, requiring a balance between comfort and adequate fabric coverage, making the design quite challenging.

"Oh, so it's a tail..."

Upon seeing the dragon's tail, Bebesa inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief, which dispelled those inexplicable distracting thoughts.

Soon, her attention turned to the important point.

"Wait, Sister Haida, you're not human?"

Heida quickly explained to Bebesa when she asked her question.

"It depends on how you define the concept of 'human.' If you define it by the mortal nature of the physical body, then almost all the fourth-level Tantric disciples have strayed far from the realm of humanity. Apostles, on the other hand, are a completely different form of life."

"But if we define myself by bloodline, genes, and skull shape... I probably still belong to the human race."

She was somewhat unsure of herself when she came to this conclusion.

However, to doubt one's own identity because of changes in the physical body is, in the nun's eyes, a completely unnecessary and absurd act.

The reason why devout heretics despise life is mostly because they believe they have transcended their kind and entered a higher level of life. Then, harboring a kind of inflated and clamorous sense of superiority, they are eager to separate themselves from the group to which they once belonged.

Upon hearing Haida's response, Bebesa did not delve deeper into the topic, but simply extended her light pink, rough cat tongue and licked the corner of her lips.

Humans with dragon tails, capable of easily overwhelming saber-toothed creatures in terms of strength...

Because of what she saw about Sister Heda, she suddenly had a guess.

The people she had met at the Foggy Street clinic, and the doctor—did they all possess some kind of inhuman quality like this nun? Even without further confirmation, she instinctively felt this must be the truth…

As Bebesa struggled to think with her not-so-bright mind, Heda's voice quietly rang out.

"Bebesa, snap out of it."

"Let's not talk about anything else for now. I'm not satisfied with your results in the Eighth Assessment. Your offensive lacked coherence, all your actions were driven by instinct, and you were affected by distractions that shouldn't exist during combat."

She frowned slightly as she gave her comments quickly and concisely.

"Considering this is the first assessment, the routine penalty will be waived for now."

“But in the future, I will increase the intensity of your training. If you want to return to the North one day and take back the blood your compatriots shed at the Saffo councilors, don’t be as lax as you are today.”

During her initial training, Haida was taught by the chief hunter. After she got a little older and had a certain foundation, she joined the funeral maid trainee program... It should be noted that the instructor of that class was the devil-like Naor.

Both Yaheng and Naor maintained an almost harsh and demanding attitude when conducting their courses.

This greatly affected Haida... she was by no means a gentle teacher.

"Yes, I will try my best."

Bebeza gritted her teeth slightly, then focused her mind and tried her best to regain her human form.

……

As dusk approached and the stars and moon rose with the twilight, today's routine training came to an end.

Bebesa curled up on her side next to Haida, seemingly exhausted.

Even in her dreams, she would occasionally scratch her paws with a hint of irritation and snore with a resentful air.

During daytime training, even though she no longer cared about harming her opponent and was determined to take her life, she still couldn't touch Haida despite her best efforts. In the end, the nun even disdained using weapons and remained empty-handed throughout.

Haida sat upright on a square chair at the edge of the training ground, took the power sword "Nie" in front of her, carefully wiped away the dust, and then took out some ointment and applied it evenly. The blade then emitted several metallic hums that implied dissatisfaction.

From Nirvana's perspective, the nun was essentially using the kitten as a training scratching post the whole time, almost never attacking on her own initiative. It was so boring to watch that she was getting sleepy while wielding her sword.

If Haierda held herself, she could surely cleave her opponent in two with a single sword stroke...

Although she was acting as a free sparring partner, Haida was also getting to know the changes brought about by the Primarchization Surgery. The qualitative change in physical strength goes without saying; what truly concerned her were other aspects that were difficult to perceive directly.

While maintaining a physical standoff, I felt as if some kind of desire was smoldering within me.

It was a powerful urge to destroy other people's bodies, bathe in blood, and unleash violence at will.

Painful yet intoxicating.

If left unchecked, when Bebesa bared her fangs as if to bite, she would probably grab her mouth with both hands and tear her apart along the midline.

Fortunately, through her initial experience of attacking Fran in the operating room, Heda already knew the source of this desire.

That's the dragon's hunting instinct, and it's also related to the blood characteristics of the Black Eclipse Dragon.

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Chapter Twenty-Seven: Design Life

Room 3-028, History Building, South Norlington, Sandrank Street.

Elsa sat upright in the front row of the classroom, holding a notebook with curled edges and full of writing, patiently waiting for the start of today's "International Relations" lecture. Her expression was natural, her eyes bright, full of the vitality of a young university student.

Strictly speaking, this course belongs to the Department of Political Science and has no direct connection with the Natural History subject under the Department of History. However, politics and history are closely related, and their content will inevitably overlap. Listening to some of these courses can provide insights for further study.

In addition, the course "International Relations in Foreign Lands" has been taught by Professor Terence, a history professor, throughout this academic year.

According to an acquaintance, the political science professor who was in charge of the course resigned without warning and went to work as a diplomat at the city hall... This created a temporary vacancy for the course.