The weekend after the proposal was rather intense, with us spending the entire time glued to each other. On Sunday, though, the Major, the monster, still made me go to the gendarmes' training range to beat me up thoroughly. He was indifferent to the news of my engagement, only giving Jack a knowing look.
"Couldn't we skip just this time?" I asked as he held my arm, helping me get into a cab. I sprained my ankle but didn't want to spend the day in a hospital. Grandpa, while not a healer, could help me with this tolerable well.
I'd sprained it when I fell rather painfully. The Major still made me fight using my magic, pointing out my enemies were unlikely to take pity.
"It will be good training in dealing with pain," he said.
After that, I tried to send most of the magic toward him rathe
