CXXXII. Before Setting Sail

"I'm really not at ease with you going to Aran this time; my own swordsmanship is quite limited."

Dreya knew that Liszt possessed the Junlin Sword, but it was inconveniently lodged in his left hand, which was relatively less dexterous. It was time for Liszt to practice using his left hand for swordplay.

"Why don't you go teach him then?"

Dreya, with a seductive grip on Goria's hand, suggested that it wouldn't be a problem with pointers from a Heroic Level adventurer.

Goria simply couldn't refuse.

"Fine..."

Goria agreed.

"I'm not interested, the second wife hasn't even been transferred over and already has to work, makes me look like an idiot," Liszt said seriously as he picked up the Leather Armor prepared to leave, "Just clean up and wait for me to come back before the year ends, and we can have sandwiches."

It had to be said that Dreya's suggestion was accurate; indeed, it was time to practice.