74 What Once Was

The supper at the Grand Castle ended shortly after.

Luken was in Faust Keisuke's quarters.

His hand had a cigarette stick, half burnt.

"You alright now, Faust?"

"Y-Yeah, I think I am. You are still as strong as that day against the Seraphim, Commander."

Luken could not help but feint a smile.

"That is kind of why I have survived as long as I have. Although I hate how much Ignis overstates strength, it really is the difference between life and death in our professions. By the way, I am sorry for getting carried away earlier."

"Heh. Do not even mention it. I was just far too underwhelming."

"You did manage to land a couple of solid blows at me, though. The last time we sparred, you could not even land a scratch on me, so, consider that a win."

Faust laid there, his left arm in a cast and his legs wrapped around gauze bandages enchanted with healing liquids.