Later the next day.
Reve is in the Devil's Cave or rather the Willow Forest.
Loud grunts entered his ear as he sat on a tree branch with his eyes closed.
Below him were the members of the former thieving gang. For days now they had been training in the same routine that Reve ordered them to follow.
The last time Reve checked their progress, he seemed to have been discontent so he prolonged their training time.
Hence, on this very day, they had been breaking their bones since morning. Being a gentleman, Reve compensated for this by giving them healing potions and five minutes breaks in every five hours.
He smirked, 'Feels good to teach. However…..this is a bit evil, isn't it? I never trained this much…Well, most of my training involved magic. I usually spend an entire day studying….but I guess the equivalent of that for warriors is physical training.'
As for which one was worse, he wasn't experienced enough to decide.
