"This training won't last long; you'll be able to go home before winter ends."
Going home before winter ends...
Although it meant their holiday was ruined, people still showed relieved expressions, feeling hopeful about the days ahead, making the training seem less unbearable.
After returning the rifle, Sarve dragged his tired body home along the path he came, repeatedly pondering the instructor's meaningful expression.
Despite having plenty of questions, he felt that this promise was still quite reasonable.
The farm work at the manor always needs someone to do it.
Surely, the Baron and the Steward wouldn't personally tend to the fields, right?
...
Trying times always pass swiftly.
Initially, everyone trained on the open ground north of the manor, but soon the training location was moved to a more discreet place—the Earl's hunting ground.
