Roberto, now a member of the Rothschild family’s intelligence division, once part of a mere information guild, was pushing himself to his limits, his strength wrung out like a rag.

“Ugh… Nineteen!” he groaned, struggling to complete exercise number eight, lying on his back with arms stretched out, only his lower body moving.

After all the extreme drills they had been through, calling this part a “cool down” made him question if his instructor was even human.

But he knew that any complaint would earn him a swift correction from the dreaded “discipline rod,” meted out with what they called …