Digging a Pit for Hebrew. Ten minutes later, Kyle opened his eyes, slowly rose to his feet, looked at Loserrian in the distance, and said, "My lord, I lost."
"Winning or losing doesn't matter. It was only a sparring match for exchange," Loserrian said with a smile. "Besides, you were far stronger than I was at your age."
"When I was your age, I didn't have your strength."
"Part of the reason I won was because of the combat experience I've accumulated over the years."
"So don't take it to heart."
Hearing this, Velin turned to look at Loserrian. He had not expected the man to have a comforting side.
This visit had truly allowed him to see a different side of Silent Moon Shadow.
Loserrian took the Tome of Creation from his Space Equipment and handed it to Kyle. "Would you like to study under me for a while?"
Kyle reached out and caught the Tome of Creation, then began to hesitate.
"There are still many places on Alp Island that I haven't seen, so I plan to stay a while longer. What do you think, Kyle?"
Seeing this, Kyle turned to Loserrian, respectfully bowed, and said, "Then I'll trouble you, my lord."
"Come find me here tomorrow. I'll be waiting for you." Loserrian stepped forward and patted Kyle on the shoulder, his face full of delight.
After leaving the Demiplane, Velin chatted with him briefly before taking his leave.
"Farewell."
"Farewell, Uncle."
After saying goodbye, the four of them returned the way they had come.
Watching the four figures depart until they vanished into the sea of flowers, Loserrian returned beside the small wooden cottage. Facing the rising sun, he picked up his tools and continued farming.
After leaving the flower fields, Velin looked back. Everything appeared so