The presence of mana actually had a certain relationship with physical fitness. This was also the reason why there were few people among the civilians in the empire who could achieve class transcendence. Civilians couldn't even get enough to eat, so it was very difficult for them to cultivate mana.
If the body couldn't store a large amount of mana, then there was no way to become a professional.
Even Yila wasn't considered to have climbed up from being a civilian. It could even be said that he was chosen by the former king when he was a minor noble, almost like ascending to heaven in a single step.
If it were nobles, or even royals, because their physical conditions allowed and they didn't need to spend time on labor, no matter how poor their talent or how lazy they usually were, they all had the adaptability to become professionals.
This was also why the children of nobles remained nobles.
However, Satan Ye's situation was relatively poor. Although he had proper diet and other conditions, and he was not slack in his mana cultivation, his basic physical fitness was somewhat lacking.
Probably because he hadn't undergone specialized training for it...
"Run, run, run!"
Yila urged Satan Ye, watching him run laps on a field about four hundred meters in circumference. Turning to Hilena, who was watching from the side, he asked, "The Crimson Demon Lord... I mean Satan Ye's father—how did he train her?"
"The former Demon King, basically never trained the Demon King. Occasionally, when he came back from the battlefield, he just played with the Demon King and never formally trained her."
Yila nodded at Hilena's response, understanding now why Satan Ye hadn't undergone systematic training. He asked, "Didn't you teach her?"
"We teach the Demon King? But... wouldn't that be overstepping our bounds?"
*Isn't Demon King City quite lax? Aren't you pragmatists who don't care about the dignity of the king?! Why are you so by-the-book on something like this?!*
Yila internally grumbled, watching Satan Ye gasping for breath as he signaled to stop. Flipping the hourglass on the table, he recorded the time and said, "Well done on persistence. You can rest for five minutes now... stand and walk around slowly, don't sit down right away."
"Huff... huff... huff..."
Satan Ye, having completed the designated laps, was about to sit on a chair nearby but stood up with a frown at Yila's words and began to pace around to rest.
"Mr. Yila, why..."
Before Hilena could finish her question, Yila immediately asked her, "Satan Ye looks like she's practiced martial arts. What weapon is she good at? The same as her father?"
Hilena nodded in response to Yila's question, "The same."
That would be the Crimson Demon Scythe.
"That's unfortunate, I wouldn't know... she'll have to rely on herself for that."
Yila shook his head as he spoke simply. He knew nothing about such exotic weapons, and precisely because of this, he never used Crimson Dragon's mana in the fourth wing column (close combat).
Whether it was the first wing column (core), the second wing column (mobility), or the third wing column (ranged), he could naturally switch to Crimson Dragon's mana, but he never considered the fourth wing column (close combat).
"But no one knows how to use it anymore."
Vera spoke, pulling Hilena aside. Seeing Hilena's confused look, Vera stole a glance at Yila, who was timing, and said, "Miss Hilena, Yila doesn't like others interfering with his training."
"Is that so? But I still don't understand why you have to keep moving while resting..."
Hilena had been pondering this question since earlier.
"Oh, don't worry about it. I didn't understand it at first either, but King Yose of the empire quite approved... later it was proven that Yila's training was indeed very effective."
Vera said this, cautiously glancing in Yila's direction to ensure he couldn't hear, then continued, "If you have too many opinions, he'll beat you up—a thorough spanking on your butt... even a succubus can't handle it."
"Eh?"
Hilena's face gradually turned red as she listened to Vera, questioning, "Whether I can handle it or not, what does that have to do with me being a succubus?"
"Of course it does. Let me tell you..."
Before Vera could spin her tales in a low voice, Yila's deliberately drawn-out voice came from the other side, "Vera... I remember when I beat you, I deliberately avoided the critical parts of your body? Also, I beat you because of your nonsense."
"Guh..."
Caught red-handed, Vera made a strange noise and reluctantly came back within Yila's view under Hilena's amused expression, awkwardly saying, "You could hear that? You're not going to mind, right?"
"..."
Yila didn't answer, only glancing at her before looking at Satan Ye, who was diligently forming a fireball, and said, "Next, you'll be Satan Ye's punching bag."
In other words, Vera would become the target of Satan Ye's continuous attacks.
"Ah, this isn't good..."
Vera clearly wanted to back out.
"I'm not negotiating with you; this is an order."
Yila said, watching Satan Ye approach, showing him the perfectly formed fireball. He nodded, saying, "It's been four hours since training started. Next, let's play a game, shall we?"
"A game?"
Holding the stable fireball, Satan Ye asked, showing an interested expression. She looked at Yila, who was gripping Vera's neck to prevent her from escaping, waiting for his next words.
"For the next five minutes, you need to stand at the farthest point and continuously form fireballs like this to attack Vera, who will be limited to moving within a specific area. Vera can use short-distance teleportation to evade but can't use it again within five seconds."
Yila said, glancing at the struggling Vera, he smiled and added, "If you hit her once, you win, and today's training ends... If Vera isn't hit at all, I'll give you half my salary for next month."
At these words, Vera stopped struggling...
"Really?"
"Of course, Hilena and Satan Ye are both witnesses..."
"Okay!"
Vera immediately perked up, moving to the area Yila pointed out, saying, "So it's from the wall behind to that area surrounded by mops? Plenty of space ~ Sorry, Demon King, I have to win!"
"I... won't lose either."
Satan Ye became serious, forming a fireball in her hand... Although she knew this intensive training was for her own good, it was really tiring. To finish today's training and rest, she wouldn't hold back!
"Then, three, two, one..."
Yila chuckled softly...
"Begin."