The Curse

A month passed before they knew it. 

After their training, everyone else was busy with their work, leaving Zephyr and Khaleed alone. 

"Ahh, dammit,"

Panting, Zephyr chugged some water. The smirk plastered on his face displayed he knew how strong he was becoming.

"I guess our same magic type has helped us a lot,"

"You are progressing so much, I did not expect this much," Khaleed chuckled, sitting on the bench as well.

He couldn't help but to stare at him from time to time, impressed by his unwavering determination. 

From how he last saw him, he had progressed immensely into a cold but unshakable person.

"I am your pupil's son, what else do you expect?" 

He chuckled a little, leaning back to massage his neck, allowing his muscles to relax.

"I thought you don't trust me,"

"I still don't. However, I have some questions," He hummed.