"I awakened a bloodline talent."
"Huh?"
Lambert froze mid-step, as if hearing something fantastic.
After a moment, astonishment faded, leaving only heartfelt joy for Vaerik.
"Don't tell anyone," Lambert reminded quietly. "Bloodline talents... can save lives at critical moments. Hide it as long as possible."
Vaerik nodded: "I know."
He naturally understood fewer people knowing was better.
Telling Lambert was purely from trust.
To him, Lambert wasn't just an elite knight.
For the original host of this body, Lambert had been more like a teacher-father figure, a steady presence who had instructed him in the deadly arts of combat since earliest childhood. The man had spent countless hours in the training yards, patiently correcting sword stances, teaching footwork, and instilling the warrior's code that would one day keep him alive.
