Ciel Lionheart glared at the corner of the drill hall with dull eyes. There stood Auxiliary Bishop Kristina, who had arrived several days ago as a guest of the Lionheart family.

Since the competition against the White Dragon Knights, the Knights of the Black Lion were brimming with motivation and training nearly every single day. While sparring, it was common to hold back one’s skills in consideration of the opponent, such that they weren’t injured. While this method worked to diminish the injuries, it didn’t serve the actual purpose of the spars — to improve one’s skills and techniques. Thus, the Knights of the Black Lion held mock battles while allowing the knights to barely skim over their opponents with their weapons.

As a result, quite a few knights were injured each day. Although most knights managed to avoid fatal injuries due to their excellent skills, it was pretty common for blades to leave light grazes on the skin.

Naturally, the Lionheart family possessed a variety of treatment methods befitting their family name. Even without a high-ranking priest, they had numerous types of potions they provided to their knights, and academically qualified medical staff with a plethora of experience were always on standby to treat anyone.

In addition, the Lionheart family made sure to always give large donations to the temple in the capital in case of any emergencies. It ensured that a high-ranking priest could always be mobilized if any accidents occurred that required divine magic.

In truth, little cuts did not warrant doctors, priests, or any potions. Those belonging to the Knights of Black Lion were as resilient as they were strong. They would recover from most wounds unless their...