Days turned into weeks and weeks into a month. Without knowing it, I am slowly enjoying my training process in this place of freedom, the place where I discovered who I really am without necessarily bringing to account my bloodline, my hereditary right associated with being a Roman.
“Irene, three more rounds and then you’re done!” Master Lucas shouted as I approached the finish line.
“Yes, Master!” I shouted back.
I smiled and then continued running. This blue-eyed man who turned out to be the master is so strict regarding warm-ups to the point that he supervises them himself instead of delegating it to the people working under him. That’s why he has my respect. For the past month, since I came here, I have been under his supervision during warmups, so I made sure that I did the right
