Meanwhile, back in the valley, the day went by slowly.
At dawn, everyone in the fortress had already woken up, running laps around the districts. As they were running the fourth lap, a woman fell to the ground.
"I can't continue anymore." She shook her head.
The soldier leading the group approached her. "After this lap, we will call it a day." He said, although he tried to sound polite, his words were rough.
The woman burst out in tears. "What is this? We don't have any right to do what we want, it feels like slavery. I don't want to train anymore, I just want to go home!"
Before the soldier could respond, another soldier with red ginger hair approached him. "Another over-pampered heiress I see."
The moment the soldier saw him. "Andrew, help me deal with this one and I'll give you a bottle of gin." He whispered into his ear.
Andrew glanced at him, before a warm smile graced his lips. "Sure, Roy." He tapped Roy's shoulder before walking towards the woman.
