Upon returning to the lodging, Simon grabbed Reyna and almost threw her into the training ground.
With her unique sense of balance, she tried to quickly regain her posture.
However, every time she attempted to steady herself, he swung his staff towards her center.
"It's training."
Side, thigh, ankle.
With each of his attacks landing, her body wobbled and staggered from the impact.
"Oof, ugh! Oh, father… ugh!"
"You've been lazy for two weeks. Your body has gotten dull."
Despite his daughter's suffering, he showed no mercy.
Watching his actions, members of the Golden Carnival shook their heads in disapproval.
"Here we go again."
"He'd rather vent his frustrations on the wrong person."
They pitied Reyna's plight.
But unlike before, it was now difficult for them to intervene.
Formally, Simon was training her.