"My Lord," Vick greeted Lance respectfully, stepping forward immediately upon seeing him.
The woman, jolted by her son's reaction, realized her lapse and quickly stood up. What was I doing? she thought, flustered. How could I make My Lord wait for my son!
Meanwhile, the seven- or eight-year-old child poked his head out curiously from behind his older brother to look at Lance.
Lance looked at them. This was their home, yet they seemed so restrained. In this world, class divisions are truly insurmountable, he thought.
"Vick, come out for a walk with me." Lance had no intention of disrupting their normal life, so he stood up and walked out of the house.
Vick hurriedly followed, keeping pace without a word.
"Have you been keeping up with training lately?"
"Yes, I have." Vick didn't know why the Lord was asking these things, but he answered honestly.
