The Heroine Is In Love With Me

I'm Shaking

   A night after the Run From Hell, I’m now training by setting up
   dominoes in the reception hall…

   “My hands… my handsss…!” I screamed.

   Just grabbing a domino causes dull, aching muscle soreness in
   my tired hands and arms.

   I wonder if I’m going to be able set up dominoes in this large
   hall, about the size of a school gym…

   “Come on now, Marshall. This isn’t the time to start shouting
   like a certain clan’s pariah who rules the skies,” Jade called
   out, smiling as I struggled to handle dominoes with my aching
   hands.

   “Jade…” I said. “My muscle soreness hurts twice as much as I
   thought it would, so why not let me set up to about half of the
   hall?”

   “What are you talking about, Marshall!?” Jade said, his
   expression unchanged. “Even if you get injured, muscle pain
   won’t kill you!”

   Yes, it seemed too optimistic to think that he wouldn’t be in
   Demon Sergeant Mode because he’s wearing his butler’s uniform
   right now.

   “All that aside, you’re responsible for your sore muscles being
   worse than expected, you know, Marshall?” Jade said.

   “I am also responsible… but I think it was you that came up
   with the training regime,” I replied.

   “Yes, I did,” Jade said. “That’s why I made today’s training so
   that your muscle pain will stay at moderate levels. However…”

   Jade sighed deeply. “Before you went to sleep, you voluntarily
   picked up the Saint of Light doll and did squats, so I think
   that’s how you got the sore muscles hindering your training.”
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   “Uuu…” I moaned.

   “Why did you overdo it when you said that training with me
   already put you at your limit?” Jade asked.

   “That’s because… Michaela said she was training harder, so I
   wondered if I had to match her…” I said.

   “Marshall, it’s wonderful to aim for greater heights, but the
   appropriate amount of training varies from person to person,
   doesn’t it?” Jade asked.

   “Yes… that’s right…” I said.

   “Isn’t it?” Jade said. “Besides, the Saint of Light is a master
   of healing magic, so she can afford to do crazy things during
   training.”

   “Ah… yeah, that’s right…” I said.

   “Right!” Jade said. “However, including you, Marshall, we here
   at the Faction of Darkness are not very good at healing magic.”

   “Yeah, I’m not good at that and the rescue teams on the
   battlefield aren’t magical healers but teams of doctors…”

   “Exactly!” Jade said. “So, this time it’s fine but you can’t
   overdo it! Besides, if you end up breaking your body, the Saint
   of Light would be sad, wouldn’t she?” he continued as he patted
   the Michaela doll’s head as it was stood against the wall.

   “The Saint Of Light Will Bear All The Hardships Of The World
   Instead Of The Pained Eyes Of Her Beloved Marshall Of
   Darkness!” the Michaela doll said, saying a triumphant “Let’s
   go!” bit like the title of a web novel that I didn’t feel was
   fitting for the situation.