On the flying ship, Garion had gone all out.
The moment Rachel stepped aboard, the air smelled faintly of cooked meat and spice.
The deck had been rearranged.
Garion brought out a sofa and a nice table from his system storage to make Rachel feel comfortable.
Rachel blinked, looking around the deck. "...This doesn't look like a flying ship."
Garion grinned. "That's because it's not. This is the first-class God Gym hospitality suite."
Rynar squinted at the setup, rubbing his eyes. "Wait… since when do we even have sofas?"
Garion waved his hand dismissively. "Since today. We've got to make sure our guest feels welcome."
Rynor crossed his arms, smirking. "Oh, so now you care about furniture? Yesterday, you made us sit on crates."
Garion shrugged. "That's because you're disciples. She's a guest."
Dahlia narrowed her eyes. "So what does that make us, Master? Gym decorations?"
Garion smirked. "Depends on how well you train."
