Day one

The training rooms in the Royal Academy were located in the west side of the main building—large, empty, high-beamed rooms with packed dirt floors and weapons of every variety lining the walls. Our instructor, William Walters, was a former mercenary, who fought in the wars alongside the emperor. He'd also been the one who taught Alis and Erion how to fight.

He was a heavyset man, had grayish hair with a little bit of white lines and a horrible scar lining his neck to add up to his scary appearance.

The twins, having heard that I would begin attending the academy today, had waited for me by the pavements that led to the academy grounds. They didn't know how relieved I was upon seeing them.

With Eul and Euph on each of my side, William eyed me from head to toe.

He snorted, "It's always the new ones who dress nicely, isn't it?"