The Saint Wants to Rest - Chapter 75.2
At that cold and firm command, Alexander’s thick eyebrows twitched violently. For an S-rank awakened, using mana was as natural as breathing. Therefore, those words were equivalent to telling a fish to close its gills and step onto dry land. However, there was no compromise with Vermouth.
“The basics of training are quite simple. You will shoulder the 30kg sandbags provided in the gym on both shoulders and sprint one hundred laps around the parade ground. Afterward, we will conduct the ‘Vessel Expansion’ training that I designed myself.”
In truth, it was a training method brought from the Order of Regnasia, but there was no need to reveal that to them.
“Of course, do not worry about injuries. I will monitor your condition and heal you, so you will not die.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he swung his sword like a bolt of lightning with a chilling sound that cut through the air.
“Run! A weak laggard who cannot even endure this level of basic training has no right to even step upon the stairs of the Sanctuary!”
In an instant, the training ground transformed into a horrific scene from hell. Not to mention the ordinary people who had never used mana in their lives, even Alexander quickly became drenched in sweat and began to gasp for breath. Unlike the others, Alexander was carrying sandbags that were more than double the weight.
The training method of Lancia was beyond ruthless; it was malice itself. After driving the trainees harshly until their muscles reached their limit and were on the verge of rupturing and screaming, they were given the absolute minimum of healing before being pushed again without a moment to rest. It was a barbaric method of forcibly remodeling the vessel itself by grinding the body to its limit and then regenerating it.
“Kuaaaak! Th, this… this is really no joke!”
Alexander’s thick forearms trembled as beads of sweat dripped down. His legs felt as heavy as lead, and it felt as if his heart was about to burst. However, he could not collapse in his spot or use the mana he had sealed away.
It was because he clearly saw Park Dong-ho right beside him, who was drooling but stubbornly refused to fall as he took another step forward.
Kim Cheol-su was also clenching his teeth and keeping the line with grim determination, even as his healed leg shook and wavered as if it were about to break again.
‘Are these the Koreans? Insane. These tenacious bastards…’
Fired up by a strange competitive spirit and stubbornness, Alexander grit his teeth until his jaw joints ached. When ordinary people without mana were holding on through sheer grit alone, there was no way he could give up during basic physical strength training.
Meanwhile, Ian was leaning back comfortably in the spectator seats above that chaotic, hellish training ground, watching the scene with satisfaction. In one hand, he held a cool iced americano that Vermouth had painstakingly prepared with ice in a tumbler since early morning.
‘Somehow, I feel a little sorry.’
But there was nothing Ian could do here. Having been summoned as a Saint, he had never received such training himself. When the world is on the brink of destruction, where is the time to conduct training?
‘That’s why I was rolled straight into real combat without any training.’
Compared to that, they were in a better position. Even without abilities, they were avoiding the horrific task of dealing with the demon race, were they not?
Ian took a sip of his coffee with a slight sense of guilt. Vermouth was also skilled with his hands, so the coffee was quite delicious. It was just as he was letting out a languid sigh.
“Ian.”
A familiar voice was heard from behind.
“Ah, Hyung Tae-gyeom.”
When Ian established the Order, it was decided that Yoon Tae-gyeom would use formal language toward Ian in public places. However, since they were at a distance from others now, he spoke as he usually did.
“A bit of a problem has arisen.”
“What kind of problem?”
“A massive gate burst in Russia overnight.”
“Hmm, isn’t that a common occurrence there?”
Despite being a barren and cold place, high grade gates strangely opened well there. Therefore, there were times when a break occurred because they could not handle it.
“That would be the case if the things that came out from there weren’t from the demon race.”
At those words, Ian tilted his head back and looked up at Yoon Tae-gyeom.
“The demon race came out?”
“Yes. Most of the demons went wild attacking the city, but some have disappeared. It seems they have hidden themselves among the people.”
“That’s a big problem, isn’t it?”
“It is. But it seems Russia has no intention of requesting outside help yet.”
“Why?”
“Because of pride. It seems they intend to resolve it with their own hands. Still, we should probably prepare as well, just in case.”
He meant they should prepare for when they eventually need the power of Regnasia.
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