The next afternoon.
On the maid's suggestion, the idle Lynn made his way to Augusta Manor's training grounds.
He planned to stretch his long-neglected muscles while sorting out his future upgrade strategy.
Though called training grounds, it was essentially a wide expanse of sandy soil constructed in a corner of the manor's side.
Scarecrows were evenly spaced across the ground, and racks nearby were stacked with a variety of wooden weapons.
There were single-handed swords shaped like Scottish broadswords from his previous life, curved sabers intended for mounted combat, weight-balanced hammer spears and warhammers, and even long-handled axes painted a deep gray.
At that moment, a group of shirtless, muscular men were working up a sweat and having a boisterous time in the training grounds.
These men were trusted aides of the Augusta Family, with some even being Transcendents.
Since they were off duty, they trained their bodies here.