Arthur was sitting on both of his knees.
One side of his face was swollen.
Very swollen.
It looked like someone had taken a hammer and politely introduced it to his cheekbone.
Even so, Arthur was still trying his hardest not to anger his already furious master any further.
Across from him, Yuna was also sitting on her knees, calmly facing him.
She had changed into a martial training outfit.
It was a traditional Chinese training uniform, deep crimson in color with black silk linings running along the edges. The fabric was light but strong, designed to allow unrestricted movement during combat practice. The long sleeves hugged her arms slightly before loosening at the wrists, while the fitted waist highlighted her slender yet powerful figure. The outfit flowed naturally along her hips and legs, emphasizing the elegance of her posture while still hinting at the explosive strength hidden beneath.
Arthur stared for a moment.
'Wow…'
