When Gyles just woke up, Marcus went to see him.
Gyles was a little confused. Then he regained his mind and looked at Marcus who just came in.
"I'm really relieved to see you wake up. Everything you have done in practice is worth it."
Gyles understood what Marcus meant to him.
"To be honest, I was just lucky this time. If it weren't for the appearance of Locke, I'm already under the sword of Nether."
Gyles smiled bitterly. "It's just a matter of luck. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been able to appear in front of you now."
Marcus frowned. His face had never been so serious. He had heard about what had happened on the battlefield, so he came to see Gyles.
"I can understand your feelings. Then, join us in the following training. You also know how weak you are now. If you don't continue, you may be oppressed by Nether."
Thinking of that hateful guy, Gyles was even more unwilling.
"I just don't want to be suppressed by him next time." Gyles nodded.