At noon, enjoying a bowl of ice cream.
Full of energy, Leech wrote out a training plan for his soldiers.
Of course, that military-style drill wouldn't actually work. He had just been bluffing back then, with the goal of screening for useful apprentices.
It wasn't that he looked down on the Fast-Blade training method, but unorganized, individual combat really had no future.
The refreshing ice cream cooled his thoughts, and once he started writing, his pen couldn't stop moving.
In just a short while, he had already filled more than half a page.
KNOCK KNOCK.
A knock on the door.
"Lord, Akelie from Beekeeping Village is here to see you," Pitchfork said from outside the door.
"Let him in."
Leech set his pen down, picked up his tea, and took a sip.
Iced lemon-honey tea—a truly luxurious indulgence.
At present, only the Baron could afford such a treat.
