"There's nothing wrong with the young master's health. He's perfectly healthy."
Madam Lisa smiled after finishing her examination of Kallen.
"Thank you, madam."
"You're welcome, young master."
Kallen looked at Mike, who had accompanied his wife in his wheelchair while she came to examine him, and said,
"Mr. Mike, could you stay a little longer? There's something I'd like to discuss with you."
Mike was somewhat surprised, but nodded. "Of course, young master."
Madam Lisa glanced at her husband, took her leave of Kallen, and closed the study door.
Kallen looked at Alfred sitting at the secretary's desk beside him, the black cat lying on the desk, and Golden Retriever lying at its foot,
and smiled.
"I told you there was nothing wrong."
Ever since practicing Spell Art that day, especially after using the "Spear of Discipline," Kallen had set aside an entire morning every day for a week to continue practicing on the manor's open grounds.
Everything else was "extra." The "Spear of Discipline" alone was something he had to throw once every day.
Although his head hurt and his nose bled every time he used the Spell Art, Kallen persisted. Finally, yesterday, his head had hurt as usual, but his nose hadn't bled. That counted as tremendous progress!
Kallen's sense of his own condition was that his reservoir was very large and held plenty of water, but when he needed to use it externally, he could only draw the water out slowly through a very thin pipe. Whenever he needed too much water too quickly, that thin pipe came under immense pressure.
That was probably why he suffered so much pain without passing out. His foundations were too solid, but his level was too low, resulting in this sort of... happy problem.
Puer and Alfred urged him not