To my surprise, this became a routine for a few days.
After classes, well... if I didn't decide to skip it, both of us would meet back at my estate for the usual training.
Disappointingly, Evelina was never around, likely busy with her own preparations. In fact, barely anyone attended our class anymore, and even the professors were starting to get annoyed.
But that really wasn't my problem.
My servants learned quickly to stay out of the courtyard at those hours. Cracked stone, scattered weapons, and lingering magical pressure had become normal sights by now.
Even the air itself felt heavier there, saturated with magic and exhaustion, as if the estate had grown used to violence.
Once again, mostly physical training, while she wanted to be a mage, I planned to turn her into a spellblade.
And while that sounded very rational and standard, surprisingly enough, in this city, especially in the academy, that was barely something that people specialized in.
It was inefficient.
