"What in the hell…?"
Veylara mumbled as she crouched next to Kael, seeing how his bruise was healing in real-time.
"…Are you sure this is only a warm-up?"
Kael, who was lying on the floor, questioned as he felt pain all over his body.
Right now, he was in Arlan's training hall that was built under his mansion. It wasn't as large as the one in the royal palace, probably only an eighth of its size. The floor, walls, ceiling, and the pillar supporting everything were all made of silver stone. Clearly, no further efforts were put in to make this place beautiful.
Arlan didn't care about such things.
And unlike in the Training Hall in the Royal Palace, where different weights, targets, and other fancy props were placed all over the place, in here, other than a large bunch of silver swords and a few other weapons, there was nothing else.
