Reborn for Revenge: Find her Fated Alpha-Chapter 79: The tail

"King Cyrus, can I ask you something?" Amelia said as soon as they ate at the dining table.

The man who had just arrived looked at the girl with furrowed brows.

Something about her felt different.

He couldn’t pinpoint exactly what she seemed to be radiating, but she seemed to be radiating a different kind of energy at that moment.

"Who did you meet today?" He asked rather than answering her, and Amelia froze for a second.

There was no way he could sense Kyle’s presence on her, right? He was a rogue head, but he said so himself that he had no traceable scent.

"Who do you think?" Amelia asked.

Cyrus raised his brows at her but didn’t elaborate on the matter nonetheless.

"What is it that you wanted to ask?" He asked, his gaze moving to Fabian.

After the last incident at the University, Sparrow had withdrawn himself from the task of spying on Amelia, deeming himself unfit for the purpose.

Though his subordinates encouraged him that it was an inevitable situation that could’ve happened with anyone, the man was somewhat ready to accept going to an abandoned island rather than risk Amelia’s life again with his incompetence.

In the end, no one could persuade him to continue working.

Since Cyrus had been trying to trust his wife, he thought he wanted to give Amelia the benefit of the doubt and thus didn’t appoint any new spy for her.

However, for some reason, the way she countered his question today seemed suspicious.

With the Lunar ball approaching, he wondered if he should keep trusting her or appoint a spy to see if she was meeting anyone from her community.

"I want to get trained," Amelia said, and Fabian coughed on his saliva.

What did she say? Wanting to train? But why?

Cyrus, on the other hand, just placed his fork down and glanced at Amelia with intrigue.

"I want to be able to fight and defend myself," Amelia said.

Cyrus nodded. It was sensible given how often she gets into trouble.

"Finish your dinner. Let’s see your strength, and then I’ll prepare a schedule for you," he said.

Amelia smiled and quickly finished her dinner, excited to have a training plan.

This way, she would gain strength just like she did in her last life.

Amelia walked to the training grounds in high spirits but stopped when she saw nearly ten men standing there, facing her with hard expressions.

Cyrus walked behind her with a smirk.

"Choose your opponent. If you can land a successful attack on him, I’ll train you personally. " His words were clear, but Amelia wondered if he was mocking her because she was just a healer.

The people before her were undoubtedly the best-trained men on his team. In her last life, she saw a couple of them with him when he went on tough missions.

Amelia looked at the man defiantly.

"Scared?" Cyrus asked.

He wanted to see if she would dare to fight them. There was no reason behind it; he just felt like he lacked a little entertainment, and it was better that she earned that training to have a sense of accomplishment, which he has noticed she enjoys a lot.

"I choose him," Amelia said, pointing to the man.

Cyrus nodded and asked the rest of them to circle around her.

They were there to ensure she wouldn’t fall or get deeply hurt from impact.

"Start when you are ready," Cyrus said.

Amelia nodded.

She looked at her wrist, which started aching as soon as she faced the man and clenched her fists, pulling down her sleeves to hide her mark.

It always happens right at the crucial point. At this point, she wondered if she should see someone for her condition.

"Ready, Princess?" The man asked, and Amelia nodded.

The girl raised her hands, ready to defend.

"You go first. Let me have some time to adapt to your style," Amelia said.

The man quirked his brows but didn’t dare to mock her out of respect for her and the King’s presence.

"Sure," He said before moving swiftly around her, not hitting her.

Amelia flinched when he neared her.

He was fast. Too fast. Almost inhumane.

Beads of sweat formed on her forehead before the pain in her wrist intensified.

"Attack," Cyrus ordered.

However, it was unclear who he was asking to do so.

The subordinate, thinking it was for him, attacked Amelia, and the man behind her barely helped her dodge when he noticed she had frozen on the spot.

Fabian thinned his lips as he looked at Miss Quinn.

"I don’t think this is the best decision. She looks like she has been spooked," he said.

Miss Quinn didn’t like what was happening either, but she was chanting in her mind, praying to the moon goddess that she would give strength to their princess so she could land at least one successful attack.

Not only that, but she was also trying to talk to the subordinate through her mind.

However, according to the combat rules, he had shit his mind link, rendering her unable to reach him in secret.

Amelia, who staggered back with the other man’s help, smiled at him before nodding in gratitude.

"I am sorry. I was a little out of it," She said before she focused back on the man, her eyes moving back and forth, trying to see the pattern in his movement.

Cyrus looked at Amelia, a realization appearing in his eyes when he finally noticed what she was doing. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Smart work over hard work.

Just as the man appeared right beside her, Amelia deliberately stepped forward. The man, who was afraid he would hurt her, also stepped forward, making the subordinate stumble on the man’s footing. Right at that time, Amelia raised her leg and kicked the man.

Everything went silent for a moment.

Nobody moved as they saw what happened.

To say they were surprised would be an understatement.

They weren’t surprised because she landed a kick on the subordinate and passed, but because the subordinate was thrown a few feet away, his head hitting the tree trunk.

His body slid down the trunk, his head bleeding.

Amelia’s pupils dilated when she realised how strong her kick was.

But how was it even possible?

She looked at her wrist, which had stopped hurting, and shook her head.

It wasn’t the time to think about her pain but about the mess she made.

"Interesting," Cyrus smirked before he shook his head.

Amelia rushed to the subordinate and quickly pulled out her handkerchief before making a ball out of it and dabbing it on his wound.

"Take him to the infirmary," Amelia said quickly, thinning her lips when the men didn’t move.

With a sigh, she helped the man, trying to take him to the infirmary, but just as she moved two steps, Cyrus walked to her.

"That won’t be necessary. He has healed already. Did you think you kicked him strong enough to kill him?" Cyrus asked, and Amelia looked at his wounds.

Right. He was probably a top-tier wolf. He didn’t bleed too much and must’ve healed already.

"I am sorry," She said to the man, who chuckled awkwardly.

He hadn’t expected to hit his head either.

Honestly speaking, he didn’t know what happened at that moment.

All he knew was that the moment the princess stepped ahead, he couldn’t see anything for a moment, as if the lights blinded him. And he took him off guard in a way that he lost like that.

Since the combat was over and he had opened his mind link, Cyrus could easily peer into his subordinate’s thoughts. Reading his thoughts, he couldn’t help but look at Amelia.

That flash that his subordinate was pondering over was not normal.

But the question was, why did it appear from a healer?

Cyrus’s gaze went to Amelia again, smiling ear to ear as Miss Quinn praised her skills.

Then very meticulously, he shifted his gaze to Ken.

"I guess we never had a background check on Amelia’s parents. Since her father is a certified healer, let’s look into her mother. Was she a healer, too?" Cyrus asked.

Ken nodded and stepped aside immediately.

"Surely, sir," he whispered and left.

Amelia walked inside the royal palace hand in hand with Miss Quinn, grinning like a happy kid, unaware of all the eyes that were set on her.

In the deep forest, the hooded man who had arrived right in time when he felt her energy move due to the dragon’s blood scent from earlier, looked at the back of the leaving girl with a smirk.

It was happening.

Without delay, he connected with his higher-ups.

"You were right. He did his job as you had expected. The pendant is with the girl, and now we can easily follow her with her energy," the hooded man said.

The receiver chuckled at his words.

"Didn’t I tell you? It was an easy job. The mage’s accession? Let’s see to it," The woman chuckled, her eyes darkening at the thought.