Kyal did not demonstrate any remarkable talent in this area through his knowledge of martial arts techniques.
He needed to present himself as someone with no talent in combat, just an ordinary healing mage, so that no one would suspect him after the plan was implemented.
Who would doubt that a healing sorcerer with no combat ability and completely harmless could kill three heroes?
After the afternoon sword training, it was time for a bath, followed by dinner. This time, Freya and the old king weren't around, so Kyal ate with great relish.
Time flew by, and before he knew it, it was evening. Kyal lay on the spacious, high-quality bed in the room, feeling even more comfortable than the Simmons mattress he had slept on before his transmigration.
After a long day, Kyal felt tired and inexplicably sleepy.
"Ha~"
Kayal changed into his pajamas. The maid had disappeared; she must have gone to report Kayal's situation to the King or Freya.
Lying in bed thinking like this, drowsiness slowly crept over him. Suddenly, Kyal heard the sound of the door opening.
"Who is it? Why didn't you knock?"
Kyal sat up in bed and looked toward the door.
A young woman entered Kyal's room. She was the maid who had been with Kyal all day, possessed strength comparable to the nation's elite knights, and was also Kyal's watchful eye.
At this moment, she was only wearing a thin, close-fitting, provocative garment; her beautiful figure was faintly visible beneath the semi-transparent gauze.
"Hero, I...I have fallen in love with you at first sight. Please, you must hold me."
Kyal was dumbfounded.
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