How can I help, with my fists?
Austin instinctively wanted to refuse, but noticing his family in the distance out of the corner of his eye, he silently nodded, "It's doable, as long as it enables me to master my powers quickly and safely overcome the crises of the Icebound Continent, I can endure any pain and torment."
"Rest assured, there will be no pain and torment. You are a knight to be admired, they will definitely like you," Mula declared with a pat on his chest, ensuring it was only training, and not a one-sided beating.
All those ten years of bitter waiting, settling personal scores, seeking revenge, and personal vendettas, none exist.
Austin curled his lip indifferently. Compared to the true pain he feared, these matters were insignificant.
Austin's calm acceptance impressed Mula, who said, "You are an outstanding knight. The Dark Goddess did not choose wrong. Right now, you might not compare to us, but in the future, you will surely surpass us."