Up on the flying ship, the scene below was shown clearly through the floating screen.
Rachel stood near the railing, her hands gripping it tightly.
Her eyes were locked on Garion's figure in the middle of the flaming storm.
His body was covered in burns and sparks, yet he was still moving and, even crazier, doing some push-ups.
Rachel's voice trembled a little as she talked.
"Garion... is he okay?"
Besides her, Dahlia was leaning on the railing with her arms crossed. She wasn't even worried at all and just laughed.
"You don't have to worry about Master, Miss Rachel."
She pointed at Garion.
"Just look at him. He didn't even frown at all. Instead, he just grinned, doing some push-ups."
Rynar nodded with a grin.
"Yeah. Even under that crazy pressure, he's still working out."
Rynor added, laughing lightly.
"He even started counting it, Mum. Who trained inside a patriarch's domain like it was nothing?"
