Chapter 8

The guard turned the corner, and down the hall was met by someone dressed in pure white cleric robes. He had loose and messy silver hair with a single strand braided that stretched to his waist. His appearance was that of a human male, and was quite handsome.

The guard stopped in front of him. “Don’t you think it was a bit harsh to punch him like that? He might lose motivation thinking he lost to a mere guard.” said the man with a soft voice and smile.

“My mission is to train him, and with the tournament only a few days away he has to learn quickly. Would you have done it differently, Merlin?”

“Well I would not have punched him, maybe whacked him lightly with a stick.”

“And that’s why I came along, you’re too forgiving when it comes to this. Even with me you were too soft.”

“You needed little convincing, Arthur. Well never mind that, do you think he can bring out what we need?”