The next day, Rovak walked into the training field while rolling his shoulders, still sore from Rachel's brutal training the day before.
But even so, he grinned because this soreness was the result of his improvement.
His muscles were tighter, his movements were smoother, and the dark-red aura around his body flowed with far better control than before.
Rovak looked around the training field, then frowned slightly. "Where are Garion and Rachel?"
Not far away, Dahlia was sitting on top of a broken boulder, lazily swinging one leg while sharpening her body with storm energy.
She glanced at him and shrugged. "Don't know. Haven't seen them since morning."
Rovak blinked. "I see. You don't know either, huh? Then where the hell are they?"
Dahlia snorted and raised her shoulders. "You don't need to think too much about it. Master is always like this. He disappears, comes back stronger, causes trouble, then acts like everything is normal. That's just what he does."
