The sun of Saint Nali in the summer could be succinctly described with the words "blistering" and "harsh."
On usual days, if it rained, countless clouds would float in the sky, shielding people living below from the scorching sunlight. However, unfortunately, on the day Mr. Fisher began his training, such treatment wasn't available, and thus the unobstructed sunlight stabbed directly at his already heavy-feeling skin.
Under the sun, drops of sweat twisted down along the contours of his muscles. He frowned slightly in discomfort, gripping very tightly onto the hemp rope in his hands knotted to various items that looked heavy in the stable before, such as a millstone and a wooden trough.
Mr. Fisher was pulling these objects around in the yard, his body illuminated by activated demon magic, making his body groan in protest.
But Elliog, lying on the stable roof, didn't show an ounce of sympathy. He even looked somewhat unsatisfied with Mr. Fisher's condition,
