"Alright everyone, gather around here, don't stray far from the line. If not, you would be eaten by monsters," Hans warned.
"Hey, stop saying jokes like that," Gordon reprimanded his friend as he fixed his gaze on the line of children standing at the entrance of the Cromwell Barony.
His gaze lingered longer on his daughter, who was standing close to an indifferent Nyx.
'I thought she would back down...but to think she'd somehow pull through the physical training.' Gordon felt proud as he looked at his daughter. 'I guess my little granddaughter has really grown up. I knew it was the right decision for her to get close to Nyx.'
A month had passed since the children of the town started training seriously. The elders of the town had thought most of them would give up along the way, but they were wrong.
No one gave up!
