The morning sun illuminated the training field as Dante and Velryna prepared to begin. Dante, with his confident posture, joked as he wielded his sword.
"Ready to show me how it's done, my warrior of cuteness?" he teased, a mischievous playful smile on his lips.
Velryna rolled her eyes with a smile, her gentle expression contrasting with the determination in her eyes. "If you insist on calling me that, you might regret it when I win," she replied with a hint of playfulness in her voice.
She was starting to understand how Dante operated, and she honestly didn't mind; in fact, it was one of the key points that made even a tiring training session fun.
Dante just laughed at her words, perhaps underestimating Velryna, yet his eyes sparkled with admiration as he prepared for the bout. "I'll have to give it my all then. I wouldn't want my ego bruised by my lovely and adorable Velryna."
