Chapter 7: Change (2)
I lay down on the gymnasium as if collapsing.
The repeated training in recent weeks might have gotten me used to it, but the knights who realized that I was growing every day did not let go of their hands when dealing with me.
Because of that, today, too, I am in a state of rolling to death, And I was usually healed with the help of the priest of the Vitala Church, who resides in the family, but that still did not remove the feeling of fatigue weighing down my body.
The knights who were watching my training were all exhausted and sat down in the gymnasium. They looked at me with tired faces.
'Well, if I were in their position, I would have done the same.'
I tried to block their attack somehow and ran like a dog.
I'd become quite strong, but my body was still weak compared to the knights, so no matter how good my skills were, it wasn't easy to give them one effective hit, but I didn't want to lose, so I persistently stuck to them and harassed them.
Perhaps from their point of view, I looked disgusting, but a win is a win.
"Thank you for your efforts."
I said politely and left the gymnasium.
The knights would not be happy with me anyway, so it was better to quickly disappear from their eyes.
They must have been resentful of my depravity. It would be rather counterproductive to stick to this and that, to just get a good impression. And I don't think people who hate me will like it if I talk to them.