"Your Grace, are you sure you do not need to take a rest? I mean, perhaps you could get a new shield…" Procca said hesitantly.
Before his eyes was Thales, who had just stood up pathetically. His face was covered with dust and sand, while his attire was torn and dirty.
"No, thank you, Logistics Officer Procca. "
Thales took a deep breath. He rotated his wrists while he felt for the center of balance in his practice sword.
"Your attitude is much better than that of the trainers in Ekstedt. Naturally, you are also better than some Constellatiates."
Procca forced himself to smile.
Around the training field were the Royal Guards, who had gathered together again. They were slightly more annoyed now than they were moments ago, but Mallos' silence kept them quiet. They did not raise any objection.
Pressure returned to the training field.
Thales clenched his left fist tightly.
