The existence of Mana is actually related to the quality of one's body, which is also why there are very few people among the civilians of the Empire who can achieve social mobility. The civilians can't even eat enough, so it's difficult for them to cultivate Mana.
If the body cannot store a large amount of Mana, then there is no way to become a professional.
Even Yila didn't climb up from being a civilian, one could say he was favored by the former king since he was a minor noble, almost like a step to the sky.
If you are a noble, or even a royal, since your physical condition is sufficient, you don't need to spend time laboring, and even if your talent is poor or you are usually lazy, you have the adaptability to become a professional.
This is also the reason why the children of nobles remain nobles.
However, Satan Ye's situation is relatively poor. Although the diet and other conditions are all met, and she doesn't seem to slack off in Mana cultivation, her basic physical fitness is somewhat lacking.
She probably hasn't undergone specialized training for this...
"Run, run!"
Yila, urging Satan Ye, shouted as he watched her run around the roughly 400-meter venue, and asked Hilena watching nearby, "The Crimson Demon Lord... I mean, Satan Ye's father, how did he train her?"
"The previous Demon King hardly trained the Demon King. Occasionally, when he returned from the battlefield, he only played with the Demon King, without formal training."
Upon hearing Hilena's answer, Yila nodded, understanding why Satan Ye hasn't undergone systematic training, he asked, "Don't you teach her?"
"We guide the Demon King? But... wouldn't that be crossing the line?"
Isn't Demon King City quite laid-back? Aren't you pragmatists who don't care about the King's majesty and such?! Why are you so rules-abiding in such places?!
Yila mentally retorted, watching Satan Ye, panting heavily, stop to signal him. He flipped the hourglass on the table to record the time, saying, "Very commendable perseverance, you can rest for five minutes... stand and rest, walk slowly, don't sit down immediately."
"Huff... huff... huff..."
After completing the prescribed laps, Satan Ye was just about to sit on a nearby chair, frowned as she heard Yila's words, and started pacing to rest.
"Mr. Yila, why..."
Before Hilena could finish asking, Yila immediately asked her, "Satan Ye seems to have practiced military combat on her own. What weapon is she skilled in? Is it the same as her father's?"
Hilena nodded to Yila's words and replied, "The same."
The Crimson Demon Scythe, then.
"That's a pity, I don't know... she'll have to rely on herself in this regard."
Yila said this simply and shook his head. He knew nothing about such a peculiar weapon, and for this reason, he never placed the Crimson Dragon Mana on the Fourth Wing Column (melee).
Whether it's the First Wing Column (core), Second Wing Column (mobility), or Third Wing Column (ranged), he could naturally switch to Crimson Dragon's Mana, but the Fourth Wing Column (melee) was never considered.
"But there's already no one who can."
Vera said this while pulling Hilena aside, and under her puzzled gaze, Vera glanced surreptitiously at Yila, who was timing, saying, "Miss Hilena, Yila doesn't like people pointing fingers at his training."
"Really? But I still don't understand why you need to keep moving during rest..."
Hilena had been pondering this question from the start.
"Ah, don't worry about that, I didn't get it at first either, but King Yose of the Empire appreciated it... and later it was proven that Yila's training was indeed correct."
Vera said this, cautiously glanced in Yila's direction to ensure he couldn't hear, and continued, "If you have too many opinions, he'll beat you, right on your butt... even a succubus can't withstand that."
"Eh?"
Hilena, listening to Vera, made a puzzled sound, and her face gradually turned red, saying, "What's the relation between whether you can withstand it and me being a succubus?"
"Of course there's a relation, let me tell you..."
Before Vera could start her concocted explanation in a lowered voice, Yila's deliberately lengthened voice came from the other side, "Vera... I remember when I hit you, I deliberately avoided your vital body parts, right? Also, I beat you because of your nonsense."
"Guh..."
Caught in the act, Vera made a strange sound, and under Hilena's amused expression, sheepishly returned to Yila's sight, awkwardly saying, "Can you even hear that? You wouldn't mind, would you?"
"..."
Yila didn't answer, he just glanced at her, then looked at Satan Ye, who was trying hard to conjure a fireball, and said, "Next, how about you act as a punching bag for Satan Ye?"
In other words, he wanted Vera to be the target of Satan Ye's continuous attacks.
"Ah, this isn't right..."
Vera was obviously somewhat reluctant.
"I'm not negotiating with you, this is a notification."
Yila said this, watching Satan Ye walk over to show him the successfully formed fireball, he nodded, "It's been four hours since the training began, let's play a game next?"
"A game?"
Satan Ye, maintaining the stability of the fireball in her hand, asked with an interesting expression, watching Yila grab Vera, who seemed eager to escape by the neck, waiting for his elaboration.
"For the next five minutes, you need to stand still at the farthest point, continually conjuring such fireballs to attack Vera, who is restricted to moving within a designated area... Vera can use short-range Teleportation Technique to dodge, but can't use it again within five seconds."
Yila said this, looking at the struggling Vera, he smiled, "If you hit her once, you win, then today's training is over... if Vera never gets hit, I'll give you half of my next month's salary."
Upon hearing these words, Vera stopped struggling...
"Really?"
"Of course, Hilena and Satan Ye are both listening..."
"Alright!"
Vera instantly perked up, walked to the area Yila pointed to, and said, "So, from the wall behind to that mop-enclosed area over there, right? Plenty of space~ Sorry, Demon King, I must win!"
"I also... won't lose."
Satan Ye became serious, a fireball formed in her hand... though she knew such intense training was for her own good, it was really tiring, and she wouldn't hold back in order to rest after today's training!
"Then three, two, one..."
Yila chuckled lightly...
"Start."