If to say, it’s been about two years since I learned about my father's past, how he acquired the Beast Raven, and how I became its owner. But that’s not the most important thing—what matters more is what happened afterward, when Charles finally decided to train me.
It might seem like a stroke of luck to have someone so powerful and experienced training me, but it’s also been a torment I desperately want to forget. It’s so complex that I run out of words to describe it. All I know is that I want this to end soon!
“Ars! Your movements are slowing down!” Charles shouted loudly in the middle of the forest.
I wanted to respond, but my legs trembled as I was forced to climb a mountain path while carrying a boulder bigger than my body. The rough surface of the stone also scraped my back, which was bare. Shit... he’s truly a master of torture. I want to stop!
“Where’s your answer, Ars?!” Charles yelled again.
“Yes!” I responded, struggling to keep moving forward.