As soon as the carriage came to a stop at the door of the mansion, Orion stepped down and stretched his limbs. Looking around, he saw that the evening sun was about to set.
He thought for a second and turned to look at Edgar. "Uncle Edgar."
"Yes, Young Master?"
"Do you have time for another round of sword practice? I don't want to miss days."
Edgar's brow lifted slightly, a faint smile forming at his lips. "You're not tired after everything today?"
Lucan jumped down from the carriage and said while puffing his chest out, "Hah, it's our Young Master after all. He can go for another 300 rounds and he won't get tired."
Orion grinned in agreement. "If anything, I'm more eager to train. I can't afford to lose now after building my reputation in the last few days."
Edgar laughed out loud. "Hahaha, that's our Young Master. Let's go to the training ground."
[Wooo~ Another evening of sweaty swordplay! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ Just don't pass out like yesterday, okay Master?]
