Tyrion froze instantly like a statue, his brain was as though it had been dipped in ice for thousands of years as he stood still for what seemed to be a decade.

By his sitting room was a mature, crimson-eyed lady, lips as red as blood itself, body so hot it was almost comparable to fire but with a cold face that cooled her smoking hot body, making anyone who looked at her disperse any thought they previously had of her.

In the entire academy, there's only one person with deep crimson eyes and nails and that person was, the demoness, Instructor Keisha.

Her pupils lifted from the magazine in her hands and landed on the currently naked Tyrion who had stripped off everything on him including his underpants.

Her expression didn't change for a single moment as she stared at Tyrion as though she was looking at a dead man or an ordinary statue.

"If you were a little bigger, I wouldn't mind staring for a while longer, unfortunately...

"

As her voice dropped, Tyrion immediately came back to his senses but once his head wrapped around what she had just said, his face instantly turned red from embarrassment.

A man can handle anything, including being tossed into a burning pit of fire and waiting for a chance to avenge himself but being called small... It was an emotional and psychological damage even the strongest man might commit suicide from!

"I-I— can make it bigger." Not knowing how to counter that, Tyrion immediately activated the ultima state of phantom Leg Art, time slowed down incredibly as he turned into a series of life-like afterimages and ran towards the corridor, hiding as he wore his clothes with embarrassment clear in his eyes.

A few minutes later, Tyrion was standing respectfully with his head down in his living room like a good student.

Seated on the sofa a few meters away from him was Instructor Keisha. Her sharp, long nails tapped rhythmically against the sofa's armrest.

Staring deeply at Tyrion, her crimson eyes seemed to glow, seemingly scrutinizing him as though she was staring at a new breed of creature on Earth.

When the Tyrion was starting to feel free and really uncomfortable, the demoness finally spoke.

"You really know how to make a lady wait, don't you?"

Tyrion's head lowered ever slightly as he cursed deep in his heart. 'Sh*t! If I knew the demoness would personally visit me, I would have gone to meet her. Now I'm in deep trouble!'

Knowing how ruthless Instructor Keisha was, she would never let anyone off. During the recruitment training, she had killed off at least five students just because they interrupted her while speaking and had killed another five students because she found them unpleasant in her eyes.

For disobeying her, just what sort of punishment do you think she would inflict?

Tyrion's eyes couldn't help darting left to right as his brain thought of how to get through this predicament.

"I-I thought I was hearing things and due to the concussion of being attacked by your flames and two different monsters with 50% cell activation level," Tyrion replied with a low voice

Keisha's eyebrows lifted and her eyes glowed as she stared at him with what seemed to be a shade of a smile on her lips.

"You're saying it's my fault then?" She asked as her red lips parted, revealing slightly her two pointed fangs.

Although Tyrion shook his head, he didn't make any attempt to deny her conjecture.

The room descended to silence and the atmosphere seemed to stiffen. At that moment, tension began to rise as a chill from nowhere overtook the warmth of the room.

Tyrion gritted his teeth as a formless pressure landed on him. It was as though the gravity within the room had increased by five times.

Tyrion immediately felt his waist emit crackling noises as his bones released cracking noises with his knees buckling.

[Minor injury +9 damage points]

Using all of his might, he endured desperately, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as his clothes soaked in them.

Suddenly, the pressure seemed to vanish entirely, making Tyrion finally able to breathe as his cracked bones started to heal until he was fully healed.

"You truly did wake the regenerative Trait and it's even more powerful than I previously thought." Keisha's voice suddenly sounded.

"From now onwards, you will make sure not to reveal to anyone about your Trait and if anyone knows about it, make sure they are read first. I will inform the other instructors and the students that you cheated by using a legendary Restorative pill which had been your family heirloom."

"Since it's your ability to own something like that, your title as the Legend of the 1st-year class will not be revoked."

She suddenly stood up and walked towards the stunned Tyrion.

While she appeared a few inches taller than him, she was like a walking behemoth, set to devour her prey.

She raised her hands and her index finger touched underneath Tyrion's chin.

"I can do all this for you for just one favor."

The breeze from the window blew and her fragrant scent enveloped Tyrion. Tyrion felt as though he was at the beach, basking underneath the sun as the cool breeze person of the ocean tickled his nostrils.

Tyrion unconsciously inhaled even more, his eyes a bit wary as he asked. "What favor?"

He wasn't able to enjoy it when her next words dropped. "Nothing much, I only require a bit of your blood."

Tyrion's face immediately turned pale as he stepped back, retreating from her.

He thought she came here to ask how he had reached the Ultima state of 4 techniques.

He didn't expect her to actually come here for his blood instead! What was the world turning into? And what up with the fangs on her lips? Was she a vampire or something? Moreover, who asks for blood as a favor!?

Tyrion immediately shook his head and without even thinking about it, he replied.

"Not gonna happen!"