Today Par arranged for duels his veteran soldiers and my Paladins. After nearly a hundred duels it was fifty-five to forty-five in Par’s favor, which is much better than I had expected everything to turn out. My Paladins have improved a lot since they were a bunch of farmers fighting an enemy that had invaded the depths of my forest.

When it came to team fights between my Paladins and Par’s soldiers, my Paladins won nine times out of ten. The advantage of the improved version of the hivemind was simply too much to overcome.

My apprentices have also improved, quite significantly in fact. They are already some of the best healers we have, but given their lineage, no one was surprised by that. People still tell the story of Bug Hornmark, the prodigal healer who did the impossible for a mere slave, there is even a play about the story. His story will likely be told for a long time to come, potentially even hundreds of years from now, if the people worshiping me have anything to say about it.

Their mother, too, will likely stay in public consciousness for a very long time. She didn’t live very long, even for a Dragonewt, which don’t live long in the first place, but in that time she became a martyr. Her story will also likely be retold countless times over the years.

Everyone is expecting my apprentices to live up to, and possibly exceed, their mother and grandfather. If they do then it won’t be long before the name Hornmark is used to denote greatness.

Of course, they have also improved quite a bit in the short term as well, finally achieving what I would consider a passable attempt to regrow the arm of a cripple had I done it myself. Nothing amazing, but definitely good enough.

Other than that I spent my downtime hanging out with Azrezel. During that time I found out why he gave me the gloves. Needless to say, I will not be wearing them out in public in the future. I should probably get him a pair too.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.