With the Panel's help, the Knight Squires' bodies visibly bulked up.
This was the increase in physical fitness brought about by their rapidly growing strength.
Fortunately, the meals were rich enough. Derek did not care much about taste, but the portions were generous.
The small contributions paid by the Knight Squires were nowhere near enough to cover all the expenses of training.
The positive results were so strong that everyone was full of drive.
Knight fanatics like Virut, in particular, wished they could train twenty-four hours a day.
However, Derek's training plan was not merely mindless drilling.
A week later, everyone received a Warhorse and began galloping across the wilderness.
Riding was a required course for every child of the Northland Nobles, and the Knight Squires could even be called proficient at it.
But that was still not enough. Proficiency was merely the foundation. Better riding skills meant that, at the very least, they could run faster than everyone else on the battlefield, giving them a better chance of escaping.
Derek turned into a roaring dragon once more and began barking out orders like mad.
"Move it! Didn't you eat?"
"My dog rides faster than you do."
"Virut, what the hell are you laughing at? Show me some fancy tricks."
Virut had been feeling rather proud of his riding skills, but Derek's roar nearly scared him right off his horse.
"Viscount, didn't you say those fancy tricks were for Southern women?"
"Bullshit. You screw women too, don't you? If I tell you to do it, then do it."
"Hahahaha!"
After riding practice came cross-country runs with weights.
After the weighted runs came nighttime operations.
There were even basic military tactics lessons crammed into their free time, leaving them without a moment to spare.
After a month, everyone felt reborn.
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