Theron was back at the training grounds after resting in his room for a while. The training grounds were now quiet. The group of knights who were training with him early morning was nowhere to be seen.
"I guess they've already gone to their respective posts," Theron mused, glancing around the empty courtyard.
The knights in their family were assigned various duties, each according to their rank and expertise. On the other hand, the younger ones, who still lacked the experience and were still training, were kept in a different area to train for 12 hours every day.
"You're here early, Young Master," a voice called out, breaking the silence of the training grounds.
Theron turned to see a bald man with a chubby build approaching. He was dressed in a flowing green robe that draped over his round frame. His brown eyes were warm, and the softness of his facial features gave him a gentle, approachable appearance.
