Dressed to Kill 2: A Monster Seamstress LitRPG by Crown Fall

Author:Crown Fall [Fall, Crown]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Podium Publishing
Published: 2025-10-21T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Classes ramped up. So did training.

The monsters started to get bigger in Practical Combat. The first four days featured the tiny, crystalline golems which represented no real danger to the students.

It was Friday when they released the wolves.

“Annabelle,” Sir Stonehart called my teammate to the front of the classroom. I had seen her fight a lot by now, in Study Hall. She didn’t demonstrate much at all in class. All four monsters had been taken out with the same technique, with the same form, struck the same way and defeated in a single blow. I didn’t know what her class was; she rushed monsters barehanded with a trail of burning light behind her.

In Study Hall, she used brass knuckles.

The entire class was quiet as she was called to the stage, the first of the students to fight the wolves. She said nothing, just stared forward with the same bored expression. Out of all the students in Study Hall, she was the only one who had turned down every invite to dinner or hangouts after. She was also the only one to ever have missed a day.

I knew almost nothing about her.

In the cages, wolves identical to the ones in the heart of Stitch gnawed at the bars of their cages, forms of muscle bulky beneath thick black fur. They were absolutely rabid, foaming and leaking drool where their teeth cut marks into the metal of their cages. Their eyes were a brilliant yellow.

Anna stared at them with the same bored expression she used on the teacher.

“When facing a real monster, it is important not to cower. You must take the offensive. And you must not be caught by surprise.”

The porter carrying the cage for the first wolf opened it at the word “surprise.”

The wolf howled as it stepped free from its cage. It was injured; they had likely damaged the monster when capturing it. Anna tensed the same exact way she always did. Her muscles bulged, visible where her sleeves rolled back. With a calm, steady exhale, she stepped forward.

She left behind a golden blur as she raised her right hand and brought it down with a sickening crunch. The wolf hit the floor and died. The fight was no different than her fights against the golems.

It was just as quick and just as brutal.

The instructor paused for a moment.

“Efficient technique.”

Much of the rest of the class struggled to fight the wolf, with a few of them even receiving bites from the monster. The instructor was fully capable of stopping that from happening; he was letting it happen on purpose before stopping the wolf from inflicting serious damage.

Like a vicious form of exposure training.

I ran a needle through the monster’s head without any issue.

“Impressive force,” Sir Stonehart commented.

Of the entire class, only a handful received positive comments.

At night, after Study Hall, I had been slowly working on converting the leftover materials from seven entire goat kills into sets. The materials were hard to work with; I had to ask Vivienne for help to figure out how to use the workshop.

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