Arsil had felt a rare sense of joy over the past two days.

Since her first visit to the slums, two days had passed. Every morning, after breakfast, the saint would lead the hero's party to the left side of the Holy Kingdom, where she had found a new joy in offering aid.

“Saint… I mean, Master!”

“Ah, take it easy.”

The children, who had been eating the breakfast Lin prepared, immediately stood up to greet her as she approached. Pleased with their well-disciplined behavior, Arsil waved her hand, and they rushed over to her.@@novelbin@@

“Are you going to teach us a new skill today?”

“Of course. Today, it’s none other than the hook.”

“Wow! Finally, something beyond the jab!”

“You little brats, even just mastering the jab takes endless practice if you want it to pack a punch!”

Surprisingly, Arsil's boxing lessons had become quite popular. So much so that it had become the first part of their daily routine. The only downside was that the children were so exhausted from the lessons that they often nodded off during their study time, to the frustration of Ruben and the other priests. Still, everyone, including the priests and the hero's party, was delighted to see life returning to the slums.

“Hemel, where are your parents?”

The lessons weren’t just for children; adults could also participate if they wanted to. Since Arsil was teaching practical combat skills, many adults had joined the lessons. However, today, about half of them were missing.

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