"Double?" Merry frowned. "Are you joking, Arthur? You cannot do that in one week."
The woman had seen all kinds of people before and had witnessed the progress of many talents across her lifespan. There was simply no way he could double his strength in one week let alone triple it.
'Even the best talents to ever exist can't do that. He's already at a level where each step will be harder than the one before it.' She thought to herself as she eyed Arthur up and down. But, no matter how she looked at it, he was clearly being serious.
"No, why would I joke?" Arthur retorted. "I know what I can do. A week is more than enough for me to get way stronger. Now that I got myself a sword, all I have to do is focus on working hard. Then, I should be ready for the battle. Very simple."
