The Royal Academy

Austria, September 1st 1800

7:55 AM

Lukas and Leonhard were finished training in the garden of the Royal Palace.

Lukas was visibly hurt as he sat on the ground, panting, whereas Leonhard, even though he seemed a bit tired, looked unscathed.

Leonhard sighed. "Are you sure that it's okay to train with such intensity before all your sessions? The Royal Academy is nothing like the academy where you previously were, you know?" he asked.

Lukas panted for a bit longer, and then nodded his head. "Yes, it's fine," he said before standing up.

"I'm confident that I can endure all of this. Besides, I highly doubt that there's someone in the Royal Academy who can hurt me," the blonde boy

Leonhard scoffed as he crossed his arms. "You'd better not get carried away like that. Although I agree that there will hardly be someone your age who might be able to hurt you, in the academy you'll fight people from twelve to fifteen years old," he said.