Seeing that, the Temple Knights returned to the background as if nothing happened.
Eris picked it up and quickly pruned the hindering twigs.
The miko looked at Eris's sword that was drawn at some point, thinking, that's a pretty good sword, huh, none of the Temple Knights have swords that good, and such while absentmindedly watching Eris's movements.
Before long, the twigs were all removed and the branch had become a wooden rod around 100 centimeters long.
"Here."
And then, Eris handed it over to the miko.
"...?"
To the miko who looked on in puzzlement, Eris turned sideways.
And then, changing her grip on her sword from one-handed to two, she held her sword aloft... and swung it.
A sound as if it were crushing evil rang as if to destroy the silence.
"Try it."
"...Eh? Ah, yes."
The miko imitated Eris and held up the wooden stick.
And then, with a small shout, she swung it down.
However, it was a 100cm stick.
It wasn't something used for drying clothes, it was slightly heavy with a strange center of gravity, and the miko unsteadily stumbled a step or two forward.
After seeing that, the background shouted, but we'll leave that aside.
"Ummm... by 'like Eris-sama' I meant..."
"Lower your hips more, let out the strength in your elbows, and be more aware of how you move your back. One more time."
"Ye-, Yes!"
Without really knowing what was going on, the miko continued to swing the stick.
Each time the miko swung the stick, Eris gave advice.
"..."
"Call out each time you swing! One, two, one two!"
"One, two, one, two!"
The Temple Knights didn't stop this scene.
They weren't really sure what was going on, but they could tell that Eris didn't intend to harm the miko, and so they saw no need to stop it.
There was also the fact that the miko looked lovely swinging the stick around.
Only the captain tried to stop it and had to be held back by the other followers, but in the end it was simply the background scene.
"Haah... Haah... Eris-sama..."
Once she had repeated around 30 times, the miko let out a shaking voice.
"I can't... feel my arms..."
"I see. Then it's fine, you can stop now."
As she was told, the miko lowered the stick.
From her back to her wrists, her body was numbed with exhaustion.
It seems like if you were to put your ear close to her muscles, you would be able to hear them creaking.
"U, Ummm..."
The miko looked up at Eris with an uneasy expression.
She doesn't know why she was made to swing the stick around.
Eris may have simply been trying something out.
She must be disappointed.
She will probably scold me, saying "Do you think you can become me like this?"
Such sad feelings welled up in the miko.
"Starting tomorrow, do that every day. Also, doing it in this garden is fine, but start running."
"Eh?"
"If you don't know what to do, ask them."
Eris looked straight at the miko.
As if drawn into those eyes, the miko read Eris's memories.
What could be seen there was her severe daily training in the Holy Land of the Sword.
Sharpening herself through running and shouting without food or water.
"You can become like me."
Eris stated that definitively.
If Rudeus was here he may have said "No, that's definitely impossible..." with a wry smile.
However, Rudeus was nowhere to be found.
The miko turned around and looked into Therese's eyes.
Her own training was etched into her memories.
In the other Temple Knights as well, though it wasn't to the same level as Eris, there were memories of the effort they put in.
You can become like her.
It will probably be tough, it isn't easy for anyone.
However, you can become like her.
"I... wonder if I can do it?"
"I think it will be fine. We can't let you use a sword or magic, but as far as training your body... Everyone will teach you together.