The gears in Liam's brain instantly switched. He didn't ask questions. He didn't need to.
Sure, the couple had discussed the topic at length in the past half a year. Liam also trusted Grace completely, but something else had joined that feeling in the last month.
Liam had a hard time fighting his reservations toward training with the greatsword, mostly because he liked it. That hulking tool truly suited him perfectly, being the natural partner of his immense physical strength.
That had almost urged Liam to stop training out of fear of betraying his Master's teachings, only for enlightenment to descend upon him. It had arrived randomly. He had been reviewing battle applications of the Demoness' unique technique when that understanding had hit him.
