Tibaut then began his usual morning routine of cleaning the mansion. After finishing, Elizabeth dragged him outside for some training.

While in the shade of a tree, Tibaut was enjoying the cool shade. While the sunny day was nice and all, he'd prefer not to get sunburned.

Though now that he thought about it was odd he could feel his back in pain. He also noticed the dirt in front of him was disturbed like something was dragged through it.

A bit confused, he tried to stand up but immediately fell back to the ground face-first. He then coughed up blood and got seriously concerned. He looked up and noticed Elizabeth walking over. Was she always there?

She then placed her hand over and a soothing yellow glow followed.

Within an instance, it came to him what happened.

As he was dodging and weaving her blows like normal something truly terrifying happened. Elizabeth got into a similar stance as him and threw a punch. The sight of the stance alone froze Tibaut in place. While the stance was quite lacklustre compared to Tibaut the blow was so powerful that Tibaut was sent rocketing towards a tree.

It also seemed the blow momentarily wrecked his mental state and made him forget about the action that took place before he was resting in the shade.

"Why'd you freeze up like that?" She asked.

"Elizabeth," Tibaut said with a deathly look on while grabbing her shoulders "For the sake of everything that lives, PLEASE DON'T COPY MY MOVES!!!" Tibaut begged.

"Why does it matter? Besides, they're not your moves, they're from the Tome of the Martial King."

While it would be good for someone of Elizabeth's talents to be able to fight without a sword, Tibaut could not accept it. He if had to go through hand-to-hand combat with a monster like that every day he would kill himself from now on to lessen the suffering. He would even accept her fighting with her sword over this.

His brain frantically searched for a compromise and soon gave up. He decided to come out with it as his life would be on the line if this continued.

"Elizabeth, how good is your healing?"

"I've already explained but there are less than 100 people with my healing capabilities in the country."

"Can you heal the dead?"

"That's not healing, that's necromancy."

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"Then until you learn necromancy please refrain from using those moves!"

Elizabeth looked confused by his statement and soon responded.

"I don't know what you're worrying about but as you can see, it's nowhere polished enough for actual combat."

("Thank God.") He praised in his head.

"Therefore, I'll be sharpening these moves with you every now and then in our training sessions."

As soon as he heard these words, time stopped. He considered biting his own tongue but she would just heal him. His mind searched and searched for an answer.

After a few hours, he awoke in Elizabeth's lap. She seemed to be listening to his heartbeat and was examining some of his veins. She saw his opened eyes and she sighed and gave him a relieved look.

"Finally, you're awake. If you aren't feeling well you should tell me, you just suddenly passed out. I was really worried when you didn't get up after I healed you."

"Really? I don't really remember what happened?" He said while sounding groggy.

"Well at least you're alright, just don't push yourself too hard."

("Last I remembered, you're the only person who pushes me hard.")

What had happened was simple. His brain refused to accept the fact that Elizabeth would use martial arts on him. In some desperate attempt of self-preservation, it removed all information pertaining to the last few hours and resulted in him blacking out. Unfortunately, this isn't a problem not remembering is going to solve but at least he had an extra day of ignorance.

Tibaut soon lifted himself up and looked around the area for a few seconds. Then something hit him.

"Where's Lucky?"

"Oh, I should have mentioned that," Elizabeth replied as if that was a commonly asked question.

"Well, he's probably in the forest, wait it'll be quicker if I do this," after saying that she then put her fingers to her mouth and whistled. Within over a minute, Lucky ran up to them.

He started licking the (unknowingly) pitiable Tibaut. He gave him a few scratches and turned to Elizabeth.

"So do you not have anywhere for him to stay?"

"Why would I? He loves hunting rabbits and sleeping in the forest, I doubt he'd stay here long."

Tibaut wondered if what she said was an issue with her or the time period but decided to write that comment off. From what he saw of Lucky he didn't seem to have any fleas on him nor any injuries so she probably took care of him. While he didn't like the idea of a pet living in the forest he couldn't really argue with her since nothing seemed wrong. Lucky soon returned to the forest and the pair entered the mansion. As soon as Elizabeth was about to close the door she pushed Tibaut to the side to hide him.

"Oi, Liz got some news for you," Ezekiel said while holding up a letter.

"Oh is that so." She then grabbed it and tried to close the door. "Well, thanks."

Ezekiel then used his shoe to stop the door.

"I know you're still mad Liz, but I promised your little guildmate I'd bring him over to my place."

Tibaut then tried to open his mouth but was punched by Elizabeth before being pushed away while still out of view of Ezekiel.

"Sorry, he still seems to be recovering."

"Tch, that so. Can I at least visit?"

"Last I checked he was still sleeping."

"Damn, looks like I came at a bad time."

The bandaged man was slightly displeased by this and soon left.

Tibaut then got up and gave Elizabeth a very nasty stare (as that was the only thing he could do in that scenario if didn't feel like being sent to the edge of death).

"The hell was that about?" He said while sounding annoyed.

"Are you forgetting you probably wouldn't be standing right now, if you were still recovering naturally."

"Ah."

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to see what this is about." She said as she pointed the letter at him. She soon left for presumably her bedroom.