I got transmigrated with Incubus system-Chapter 12: The Unusual Warrior 2

The training yard was quiet as evening fell. The usual crowd of guards and squires had left, leaving only practice dummies and wooden swords behind. Torches lit the area, creating shadows across the dirt as Beatrice stood in the middle.

"My teacher says how you stand is really important," Beatrice explained, carefully positioning her feet. "Sometimes he makes us hold this position for an hour until our legs start shaking."

Arthur watched with interest from where he leaned against a wooden post. Despite being small, Beatrice moved very precisely. Not many students at the Royal Academy, especially daughters of noble families, took fighting lessons this seriously.

"Show me what you've learned," he said.

Beatrice nodded and focused. She took a deep breath and began a series of smooth movements—blocks, strikes, and dodges that flowed together. This was the Sixth Form, designed to help smaller fighters defend against bigger opponents.

Arthur watched carefully. Her footwork was great and her balance nearly perfect, but her strikes needed more power. She was relying too much on speed because of her small size.

"Try again," he said when she finished. "This time, use your core muscles, not just your arms."

She repeated the movements with his suggestion in mind. The improvement was clear right away—her strikes were stronger, though she got tired faster.

"Better," Arthur nodded. "You have natural talent."

Beatrice smiled at his praise, slightly sweaty in the torchlight. Her training clothes showed her small but developing figure, usually hidden under her Academy robes.

"Will you show me something?" she asked eagerly. "Elliot mentioned you've been practicing different forms lately."

Arthur hesitated. His recent practice wasn't something he could easily demonstrate. But he did remember the traditional forms.

"Alright. Watch carefully."

He moved to the center and began the Ninth Form, which combined both attack and defense moves. As he moved, he felt awkward, like his body couldn't quite do what his mind wanted.

He stumbled slightly during a turn. Frustration rose in him—another reminder of his physical limitations.

"You're thinking too much," Beatrice said. "My teacher says when your mind fights your body, you trip over your thoughts."

Arthur was surprised by her insight. "Your teacher sounds wise."

"Try again," she encouraged. "But don't focus on getting it perfect. Just feel the movement."

Though simple advice, Arthur decided to try it. This time, he focused less on perfection and more on flow. Surprisingly, his body responded better, and he completed the sequence with fewer mistakes.

"See?" Beatrice clapped happily. "Much better!"

Arthur found himself smiling at her enthusiasm. Her straightforward approach was refreshing compared to the calculated interactions he usually dealt with.

"Your turn," he said. "Let me see you try the beginning of this form."

Beatrice eagerly took his place, watching as he showed the first three movements again. When she tried to copy them, her smaller size made some positions difficult.

"Here," Arthur said, moving behind her. "Your back foot should be at this angle." He gently adjusted her position by her shoulders.

When Arthur touched her, he felt a special connection between her energy and his incubus nature. He decided to use his Emotional Sensing ability.

[Energy -5]

[Sensing Active: Target - Beatrice]

[Beatrice: Admiration 90%, Trust 95%, Excitement 80%, Magical Awareness 45%]

The last stat confirmed his suspicion. She did have latent magical awareness, though she likely didn't understand it herself. It manifested as intuition, as her comments about his aura had shown.

As he helped correct her movements, Arthur thought about his options. She trusted him completely. He could use his Desire Amplification power while teaching her to start changing that trust into something more useful to him.

But this would be risky. Her magical sensitivity might let her detect what he was doing, and moving too quickly could ruin a potentially valuable long-term connection. It would be better to be patient and let her attachment grow naturally before trying anything more direct.

"You learn quickly," he said, stepping back to watch her progress.

Beatrice finished the sequence and turned to him with flushed cheeks and bright eyes. "Will you teach me more tomorrow? Please? I'm free after my midday classes."

Before Arthur could answer, he felt a strange feeling - a wave of possessive anger that wasn't his own. His blood bond with Valentina suddenly activated, giving him a brief vision: the duchess was watching them from a shadowy doorway, her eyes narrowed as she observed their training.

[Blood Bond Active: Valentina Blackrose]

[Emotions Detected: Jealousy 90%, Possessiveness 95%, Anger 75%]

[Warning: Subject approaching physical location]

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Arthur kept his face neutral despite this warning. Valentina was here, watching them. This complication was happening sooner than he'd expected.

"Tomorrow would be fine," he told Beatrice, casually creating more space between them. "After midday. Meet me here."

Beatrice's smile faded slightly. "Is something wrong? You suddenly seem... tense."

Her sensitivity was remarkable again.

"Just remembered a meeting I need to prepare for," Arthur said smoothly. "It's getting late. You should return to your room before your brother starts worrying."

"Oh." She looked disappointed but nodded. "You're right. Thank you for the lesson, big bro!"

She hugged him impulsively, her small arms wrapping around his waist. Arthur briefly returned the hug.

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[Blood Bond: Valentina's Anger 85%]

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As Beatrice pulled away, Arthur noticed a faint shimmer around her—barely visible, like heat rising from hot stones.

[New Ability Unlocked: Innocence Manipulation (Rank 1)]

[Trigger: Contact with untainted magical potential]

[Effect: Can redirect childlike trust into dependency]

[Cost: 25 Energy, Requires physical contact]

[Warning: Detection risk increases with subject's magical sensitivity]

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Arthur was slightly surprised. A new ability, triggered by Beatrice's unique combination of trust and magical sensitivity. This significantly changed things—it suggested his incubus powers were evolving in response to specific types of potential conquests.

"Goodnight, little one," he said, watching as she waved and headed back toward the palace.

Once she was gone, Arthur turned toward the shadowy doorway where he'd sensed Valentina. "You can come out now, Duchess. Spying from shadows doesn't suit your dignity."

Nothing happened for a moment. Then Valentina emerged, her red dress making her look like a splash of blood against the stone walls. Her expression was carefully controlled, but the blood bond told him everything her face concealed.

"Teaching swordplay to children now, Prince Arthur?" Her voice was smooth but dangerous. "How... nurturing of you."

"Beatrice is Elliot's sister. Her training reflects on his position in my household."

Valentina stepped closer, her perfume—spiced wine and night-blooming flowers—surrounding him. "You forget that I can feel your intentions now, just as you can feel mine." Her finger traced his jawline. "That girl has a purpose in your plans beyond simple swordplay."

Arthur grabbed her wrist firmly. "As do most people around me, Duchess. Including you."

Her eyes flashed with mixed anger and desire. "Our meeting tomorrow night. I expect your full attention, without distractions from little girls playing at swords or divine mages in blue dresses."

So she had been watching the dinner too. Arthur had suspected as much.

"Jealousy doesn't suit you, Valentina."

"Doesn't it?" She leaned closer, her lips nearly touching his. "The blood bond works both ways, Prince Arthur. I felt your interest in Lysandra. Your... plans for her."

Arthur stayed composed, though inwardly he cursed how invasive the bond was. "Political interest. Gareth's fiancée is naturally important in succession matters."

"Lie to yourself if you must, but don't lie to me." Valentina's free hand pressed against his chest, right over his heart. "I can feel the truth here."

Arthur decided to change his approach. Denial wouldn't work with the blood bond in place. Instead, he pulled her closer, his hand sliding to the small of her back.

"And what if I do have plans for her?" he whispered in her ear. "Would that change what's between us? The power we can achieve together?"

He felt her shiver, the bond transmitting her conflicted emotions—anger fighting with desire, possessiveness with ambition.

"You play dangerous games," she breathed. freewebnoveℓ.com

"Games we both enjoy," he countered, his lips brushing her neck. "Tomorrow night. The north tower library. We'll discuss Gareth's plans for the Trial... among other things."

Valentina pulled back slightly, studying his face. Whatever she saw seemed to satisfy her, at least temporarily. "Don't be late," she said, freeing herself from his embrace. "And come prepared with better explanations than you offered tonight."

As she walked away, her red dress swirling around her legs, Arthur felt the blood bond become a low awareness rather than the sharp intrusion from before. He would need to find ways to shield his thoughts and feelings, or the bond would become a major obstacle to his plans.

He turned back toward his rooms, already adjusting his strategy. Valentina's jealousy was a complication, but her spy network remained essential.

Lysandra had shown interest at dinner, creating an opportunity. And Beatrice's magical sensitivity, along with the new ability she had unknowingly unlocked, presented unexpected possibilities.

The situation was getting more complex, but Arthur found himself smiling as he walked. Complexity meant opportunity for those clever enough to navigate it.