Amon was currently training.
Inside the academy's training grounds, particularly in one of the gyms, he was putting his body through harsh exercises. Pushups, drills, lifting barbells—anything that could help him get used to his body again.
His wounds had completely healed.
"Feels better than ever," Amon muttered with satisfaction, sweat dripping down his forehead.
He could feel it clearly. He was getting stronger—at a pace that surprised even him.
Not long ago, he had been summoned by the Headmistress to her office. She had asked him to recount the entire dungeon incident. Amon had answered everything honestly. Well, almost everything. He didn't bother talking about Hector's life story or anything unnecessary.
After all, a dead man was just that—dead. Nothing more, nothing less.
For his efforts, he had received a handsome reward 200 credits.
