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Isla was happy to see her, "Miss!"

"I can see that you are getting stronger well, even I am surprised that you can reach such heights in such a short ti. So, I'm looking forward to seeing your future." Replied Sophia towards Isla, who was excited to be praised by her and nodded to her repeatedly with happiness.

"Can you let talk to Young Matthew for a mont? There are so things I want to tell him."

Isla was surprised by this but nodded without much thought and walked away quickly.

Matt was surprised but asked no questions. He simply stared at her while keeping his senses on a constant alert.

'I thought I had narrowed the gap in our strength, but even now, I feel my skin itching from this woman's strength. What a terrifying person.' He thought.

She noticed his nerves were at their peak, so she smiled, "You don't need to be so alert; I'm not going to eat you."

"It's not often that one of the most well-known Heiresses asks to talk to alone, honestly."

"Haha, for everything, there's always a first ti, isn't there?"

Matthew stared at her but nodded softly.

"I guess you're right. But I'd like to know what the reason is."

Sophia then wiped the smile off her face and walked toward him.

She didn't stand in front of him but stood beside him, looking sideways at him.

"Matthew Dietrich, I can't understand you. But since you're Isla's partner, I'll give you so advice. The place you're going to is full of incredible ups and downs. I see you surrounded by powerful people, not for the better but for the worse. Matthew Dietrich, in the very near future, you will be full of blood; blood will cover your body like pitchers of cold water."

She said and looked straight ahead, as she frowned.

"That strange blood... It seems to be your strength but also your undoing. I advise you not to go, Matthew Dietrich, but in the end, it will depend on what is destined for you.

Sophia Murphy then started to walk in the opposite direction to where Matt was going.

But he turned to stop her.

"Wait."

Sophia stopped and looked sideways at him, "1 year is all I can see, Matthew Dietrich." She replied before Matt could ask.

That shocked him, as it was just what he would ask.

She then started walking again.

"You're amazing, Sophia Murphy," Matt said suddenly, and she smiled without turning around.

"Don't underestimate the Heirs, Matthew. You may grow up amazing, but we will always be one step ahead of you."

Matt smiled a little at these wild claims.

Still, he paid them no mind.

His mind was full of what she had told him just now.

It was a strange thing, and he couldn't quite understand it.

'The place where I'm going? I don't plan to go anywhere...' He thought, though soon his eyes sparkled slightly.

'The frontier?'

If he weighed it carefully, that was the only place he planned to go in the short term.

Still, was that place really that dangerous? If that were the case, why would the academy decide to send so many students there?

'1 year... If you can see one year into the future, it ans that what you told is what will beco of from today until one year in the future...'

'Co to think of it, the blood she was ntioning saying it's my strength, isn't that what I've been thinking about lately?' He thought and frowned as he started walking towards where Isla was waiting for him.

He was so thoughtful that he couldn't answer what Isla was saying to him because, though confusing, what that woman had said ntioned sothing he had been thinking about lately.

From the mont the blood covered his body when he was training in the physical training room, he began to notice the changes in his body and to understand the blood. It had been a full 15 days of deep understanding as the blood hit him, and he acted differently in every circumstance.

The whole process made him realize that blood was more special than he thought. Life cos from it, but so does strength.

That was always an enigma for him, for he could not explain how blood could give strength. That is why he had always considered that blood was not an elent, but this ti, he realized that his thoughts were wrong.

Although blood may not be a primary elent of nature, this ti, he realized that it was a secondary and mighty one.

And if blood is an elent, why couldn't it be used to create a transformation?

Naturally, he has a basis for believing that a transformation can be created.

The first reason is that his ice elent has one. It is so powerful that it could kill him if he used it, and he has only used it once in his entire life.

The second reason that makes him believe it's possible is because he once faced off against a mighty demon who controlled Hellfire, and that guy had an incredibly powerful transformation.

All that tells him that each elent can be molded differently to increase strength. And he is now a vampire, the closest being to blood.

When he realized all that, he began to think of a way to create a transformation using his icy transformation as a base.

Still, it was very complicated. Maybe he needed more experience using blood, so he hadn't managed to do it, but he was sure he could. He just needed ti.

But now this strange woman who has the ability of clairvoyance ntions that subject to him.

'I can't help but think that it's about the sa thing...' He thought, looking very thoughtful about it.

He was so thoughtful about what that woman had said that he didn't even notice when she had left the Central Tower. Even so, a strange sound brought him out of his deep thoughts when a strange hawk screeched and ca down to deliver a ssage to him.

'A hawk?' He thought and grabbed the small letter.

Opening it, he smiled broadly.

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