Magic Life in the Empire

Under Edmund's strong insistence, the group went towards the training hall to help him practice.

Cyril and Myra took turns being his sparring partner.

Rose was a spectator, giving whatever nuggets of wisdom she could.

Before long Edmund was completely out of breath, lying on the floor in defeat. He looked quite battered.

"Damn it. Couldn't you hold back a little?" Edmund muttered with effort.

"If you want to get better fast, then holding back would not do you any good," Myra instructed with crossed arms.

Truthfully, Cyril was holding back already; if he wasn't, Edmund wouldn't have the capability to speak. But he won't tell this. "Very kind."

"I am done for today. Thanks, guys." Edmund raised his body with difficulty and went to find the healer.

"I'll be going then." Rose also had other plans tonight, the library, as usual.

Myra too was busy with something.

Soon Cyril was left alone.