They nodded. It was the truth and they hadn't forgotten that they promised something for the Castle's inhabitants if they won the candidate's trials.
When Greylord was satisfied with their answer he bade them to stand. "We have done all we can to get you ready in these two and half months and you have progressed more than you should. We have stretched you to your limit without breaking you. Too much. And the fact that you are in peak Pawn rank was a poof of that."
"Of course, we don't know what the trials will be about. Even our master didn't tell us what it was, only that it made fool of his power," Greylord chuckled. "We have prepared you as best as we can...the rest lies in your hands."
They bowed. And Belialthorn's throat closed up. Human emotions! His Demon self scoffed at him but he was glad for his instructor's help.
No one had ever taken their time to train him before after all.