"I'm back," Ella said as she stepped into the training room, carrying food. Nolan collected it and sat on the ground, eating as he went.
When he finished, he leaned back with a satisfied sigh. "Finally, I'm full," Nolan said, glancing at Celia and Linda, who were still training—Celia swinging her sword with precision, and Linda practicing her wind magic, the smite.
"I think it's about time we all went home, to the inn," Nolan added.
"Yes, Master, we're coming," Celia and Linda replied.
They carefully placed their weapons in their proper spots in the training room before following Nolan out.
As they stepped outside, other adventurers whispered and stared. "Oh, isn't this guy lucky? He has so many girls. Wait, he has another one?"
"Ah, look at this, another young, beautiful lady with him now," someone added.
Nolan shook his head with a small laugh.
"Hey, who are you calling young? They don't know. I'm over a thousand years old," Lyra said.
