"What kind of training?" Fyar asked.
Fyar slowly placed his crystal glass on the table. His body leaned forward slightly. His purple eyes stared at Hasya with full focus, waiting for an answer.
Hasya chuckled softly. He leaned his back against the red velvet chair.
"Hm hmm you're listening to me Fyar," Hasya murmured.
Hasya then pointed at Zaefal with his silver fork.
"You, Zaefal. Fight one monster."
Zaefal nodded firmly. His face was calm without doubt. "No problem."
Hasya shifted his index finger toward Illya. "You, Illya. Fight one."
Illya's face paled slightly. Her fingers gripped the fabric of the skirt on her lap tightly. She swallowed, her eyes moving nervously for a moment before finally looking at Hasya.
Illya nodded stiffly. "Yes."
Finally Hasya looked at Rasie who was sitting beside him while chewing leftover meat.
"You, my Rasie... one."
