"How is Sebastian's progress in learning Ganatica's Legendary Battle Skill?"
Standing in the clean sunlight pouring through the penetration magic window onto the metal floor, the expressionless caster calmly questioned his construct butler.
Although Punk had not instructed Sebastian to closely monitor the youthful avenger's every move before leaving the magic tower, he believed that his rather rigid old butler was still capable of understanding many things happening within the tower.
Sure enough, the construct butler's response did not disappoint Punk. Although this increasingly worn-down alchemical creation had begun to show scattered damage due to the erosion of time and the Morningstar Mage's neglect of maintenance, its diligence had not diminished in the slightest. In fact, over its long years of work, "Sebastian," whose intelligence had matured considerably, had even learned how to summarize and describe information with words.
When faced with the caster's question, the old butler, holding an empty teacup, merely calculated for a second before calmly answering truthfully:
"Mr. Ganatica lives a very regimented life. Every day, he devotes most of his time to practicing battle skills. According to analysis of the data received by the magic tower's energy detection devices, the Legendary Battle Skill you gave him has improved significantly through frequent practice. However..."
While reporting Ganatica's training progress, the construct butler's words remained flat and unchanging. The "regular life" he described was indeed the sort of task upon which a power-seeking "avenger" ought to focus. However, the report was not over yet, because Ganatica had clearly done certain things that Sebastian had noticed but could not understand.
The respectful construct butler continued:
"Mr. Ganatica is very diligent. He practices his battle skills seriously every day, but aside from honing his techniques, he now also spends several minutes or more each day standing still and staring