-Good, thank you.- The doorman opened the front door, and as soon as Darius crossed the threshold of his home, he began to think only of getting rid of his heavy and not-so-comfortable robe. It was really late, the clock on the left showed a quarter past three, yet the candelabra were burning in the entrance hall and magical lights were floating around. The magician looked around, searching for Oscar with his eyes. The butler was nowhere to be seen, so he called a servant over.- You can turn off the lights now.- The butler did not react immediately and glanced around. Apart from them, only the lieutenant was in the room.- Has something happened?- Darius really did not feel like dealing with any more problems today.
-Young Master Draco is practising in the training room, so we left the lights on,- the servant began to explain. Darius glanced at the clock again.
-He's not asleep yet?- he asked himself and calmly headed towards the stairs leading to the basement.
-I beg your pardon, Colonel, but I must return to my duties.- Bleist just nodded to Trace, and the lieutenant bowed and headed towards the palace exit.
-I can manage on my own,- Darius called after the servant. The stairs to the basement were located at the back of the building, in a part that was rather inaccessible to guests, so it took him a while to reach the training room. He stopped in front of the massive, enchanted wrought-steel door, took a few deep breaths, and opened it.
He found the scene he had expected. Draco, in a completely sweat-soaked shirt and dark trousers, was attacking quickly and fiercely with a training sword. His opponent, Cassius, clearly already tired, defended himself as best he could. Empty vials lying on the floor and splattered blood indicated that the vampire must have been using his racial magic. The second guard, Ari, like the others in a loose shirt and trousers, was breathing heavily, sitting against the wall with his eyes slightly closed. The elf must have just finished his fight. Of
