The Villain Professor's Second Chance

She froze, her body still tense with the desire to fight. I could see the conflict in her eyes, the battle between her pride and the reality of her situation. "You're strong, Liora," I said, my tone softening slightly. "But this fight is over."

"To hell with you!" she snarled, her muscles straining against the invisible hold. "You think this is over? I'll kill you, I swear it!"

"Focus on surviving first," I replied calmly. "You're wasting energy."

Her eyes narrowed, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She thrashed against the psychokinetic hold, cursing and struggling with every ounce of strength she had left. But it was futile. She was trapped, and she knew it.

"You're a fool," she spat, her voice trembling with rage. "You have no idea who you're dealing with."

I smiled, a cold, calculated gesture. "Oh, I know exactly who I'm dealing with. That's why you're still alive."

She glared at me, her eyes burning with hatred. "You're not invincible," she said, her voice a low, dangerous whisper. "I'll find a way to kill you."

"You can try," I replied, my tone measured. "But you'll fail."

I released my psychokinetic hold, watching as she stumbled slightly but regained her footing quickly. "You have potential, Liora," I said, my voice firm. "But it's wasted if you continue down this path. You can choose to work with us, to use your skills for a greater purpose. Or you can continue to fight and lose."

She remained silent, her eyes locked on mine. I could see the wheels turning in her mind, the calculations and considerations. "Why should I trust you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Because I know what you seek," I said, my tone unwavering. "And I can help you find it."

Her eyes widened, a flicker of hope crossing her features. "What do you know about it?"

"Enough to know it's not here," I replied. "But I can lead you to it. You have until tomorrow to decide."

I turned away from her, signaling the end of our conversation. Alaric and Garren stepped forward, their expressions a mix of awe and caution. They had witnessed my strength, my ability to handle a skilled assassin without relying on magic. It was a testament to the training and discipline I had imposed on myself.

"Escort her to a room," I instructed them. "Ensure she is treated with respect. She has a decision to make."

They nodded, and Garren moved to guide Liora out of the room. She shot me one last defiant look before allowing herself to be led away.

As the door closed behind them, I allowed myself a moment of contemplation. Liora was a valuable asset, one that could tip the scales in our favor if handled correctly. Her skills were undeniable, and her potential as an ally was worth the effort.

But there was also the risk. She was unpredictable, a wild card that could either become a powerful ally or a formidable enemy. It was a gamble, but one that I was willing to take.

For now, I would wait and see what choice she would make. Whether she would join us or continue to walk her path alone. Either way, the game was far from over. And I intended to be the one holding the winning hand.

As I stood alone in the dimly lit room, I allowed a small smile to play on my lips. The pieces were falling into place, and the game was unfolding just as I had planned.

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"Are you okay, my lord?" Alaric asked, concern etched into his features as he watched me prepare for my journey.

"I'll be fine," I replied with a shrug.

"but when you arrive, you won't have any time to sleep before attending your class, my lord," Alaric continued.

"That's nothing new," I replied indifferently. "I leave the manor in your hands and Garren's. Follow my instructions regarding the problems we've discussed. You've both done a commendable job so far."

Alaric's eyes widened in surprise, a reaction mirrored by Garren. They hadn't expected praise, least of all from me. Their expressions quickly shifted to determination, a silent vow to fulfill their duties and live up to my trust.

"Yes, my lord," Alaric said, a note of pride in his voice. "Thank you for your praise. We won't let you down."

"Indeed, my lord," Garren echoed, his grip on his sword tightening with resolve.

As I prepared to depart, Alaric stepped forward, a hint of hesitation in his stance. "Please send the White Demon my greetings," he said, referring to Alfred, the master's butler, renowned for his skills in assassination, scouting, and combat.

"I will," I replied, stepping into the carriage.

Thanks to my skill of [Chrysus' Touch], the carriage was a marvel of comfort and elegance. I had meticulously crafted it, ensuring even the grandest nobles and kings would envy its luxury. The cushions were plush, the interior lined with enchantments for repelling magic and promoting healing. My [Vision] confirmed the effectiveness of these enhancements.

As we embarked on the journey back to the capital, my observant eyes scanned the surroundings. One of the guards in full plate armor caught my attention. I scrutinized every detail: the way the armor fit slightly differently, the subtle movements that betrayed a level of grace uncommon in typical knights, the eyes that peeked through the visor with a hint of cunning. A smirk tugged at my lips.

It had to be Liora in disguise.

The journey itself was serene. The rhythmic clatter of the carriage wheels against the cobblestone path, the occasional call of birds, and the whisper of the wind through the trees created a symphony of travel. My eyes, however, were not on the scenery but on the guard beside me.

The way the armor fit her frame was slightly off; it was too snug around her shoulders, hinting at a more slender physique than the bulkier knights typically boasted. There was a grace to her movements that seemed almost incongruous with the heavy plate she wore. Where most knights would have clanked and clattered, her steps were nearly silent, her motions fluid and measured.

The visor of her helmet hid her eyes, but the brief glimpses I caught revealed a spark of intelligence and cunning, something I rarely saw in my guards. Typical knights looked out with a stoic, almost vacant expression, their minds preoccupied with duty and discipline.

Liora's eyes, however, were constantly in motion, scanning her surroundings with an alertness that spoke of a different kind of training—one not limited to battlefield engagements.

There were other, subtler signs too. The way her fingers drummed lightly on the hilt of her sword, a rhythm that seemed almost subconscious, spoke of a background in more delicate forms of combat. Assassins and spies had such habits, their fingers nimble and quick, ready to react to any sudden threat.

It was a far cry from the heavy-handed grip typical of knights used to wielding massive swords in direct confrontations.

Our journey continued uneventfully until we encountered a pack of wolves. They appeared suddenly, their eyes gleaming with hunger and desperation. The rest of the escort moved to engage them, forming a defensive perimeter around the carriage. As per my instructions, Liora was left to guard the carriage. I watched her closely as the others charged forward.

The attack was swift and brutal. The knights clashed with the wolves in a flurry of fur and steel, the air filled with snarls and the clang of metal. Liora stood by the carriage, her posture alert but relaxed, her sword drawn and ready. She didn't flinch or show any signs of panic.

Her composure was impressive, but it was her stance that caught my attention—a balanced, almost feline readiness, more suited to an assassin than a knight.

As the sounds of battle filled the air, I decided to speak, my voice cutting through the chaos. "When I was a child, I heard a saying: in the end, a weed is merely a flower in disguise. It seems I am once again reminded of that saying."

Liora tilted her head slightly in confusion, though I noticed a subtle stagger in her stance, a flicker of fear that she had been caught. It was a tiny, almost imperceptible reaction, but I had trained myself to notice such details. Her grip on her sword tightened momentarily, a reflexive action to being confronted with an unexpected situation.

I continued, my voice calm and measured, "I've observed certain peculiarities. The way you move, the way the armor fits you. It's clear you're not a typical knight. You must be Liora."

For a moment, there was silence. The battle raged on around us, but in that instant, it felt as though time had stopped. Liora stood frozen, her posture tense. Then, she let out a sigh, a mixture of relief and resignation. "Marvelous," she muttered under her breath. She raised her voice slightly, addressing me directly.

"How did you figure it out? The rumors about you being a deceitful, false prodigy must be lies."