The young lad opened his eyes. The extremely loud bugle sound and the yelling of the guards as they trained that came from the outside of the window made him happy. Just like the time in Damorga, even though the young lad was imprisoned, but he himself did not think so. The horns of the guards made him immerse in the illusion of being in an army. He always thought that he was in an army that was strictly managed. The time in prison was like serving in the army. Knowing this made the experience more acceptable for the young man than thinking that he was a prisoner.