"So tired!"
The young girl Shelly was waving a huge sword that was not compatible with her figure. She waved her sword at full power each time, so beads of sweat appeared on Shelly's fair skin even on such a chilly winter day.
After she was tired, Shelly put down her sword and took the hot towel from the maid. She wiped away her sweat lightly, then went beside Merlin.
"After such a long time, you don't move at all. Are all Spell Casters this way?"
Shelly opened her eyes and stared curiously at Merlin. From the time she started practicing her sword, at least three to four hours had gone by. Merlin had sat there on the chair, eyes slightly squinting and unmoving. He made Shelly extremely curious about him.
Merlin opened his eyes slightly. In fact, he was meditating earlier but he could still sense his surroundings.
