"He still hasn't come back, right?" Lucan asked.
"Yes. I hope he's okay. It's been two days now. He didn't come to the inn last night. We waited… but he didn't," Linda said.
"Is that so? Let's just hope he comes back today," Lucan replied.
"Yes, I hope so. Let's continue our training. I want to get stronger, so when he comes back, if he says he wants to go to the dungeon, I'll be ready to go with him," Linda said.
"Yes, I also want to be someone he can count on," Celia added.
"Nice. Now, take your positions. Watch closely," Lucan instructed.
Celia moved back, her grip steady on her sword. Linda readied her bow, her eyes sharp. Both were improving, but their magical abilities were still raw—they had yet to master full control.
"Now, come at me. Show me what you've got," Lucan said.
Celia charged, leaping into the air with her sword raised. She swung with precision, aiming at him, but he met her attack with his arrow, deflecting the strike and pushing her back.
