The afternoon of the next day.
Upon the suggestion of a maid, Lynn, who had nothing better to do, made his way to the training ground at Augusta Manor.
He planned to stretch his muscles for the first time in a while and contemplate the direction of his future upgrades.
Though it was called a training ground, it was really just a vast expanse of sandy soil constructed at a corner of the manor's side.
The ground was dotted with numerous straw dummies for training purposes, and shelves nearby were filled with various types of wooden weapons.
There were single-handed swords like the Scottish Broadswords from his past life, sabers used specifically for horseback riding and slashing, maces and war hammers with extremely realistic counterweights, and even long-handled axes painted in dark gray.
At this very moment, a group of brawny men with bare chests were sweating profusely in the training ground, happily frolicking.