"Yes, I wish to discuss something of importance." Nepella insisted.

He paused for a moment before he pestered. "I see. So you didn't say that to change the subject?"

"Not at all, sire."

"You sure?"

"Yes, sire."

"Continue then."

"Thank you, sire."

She let out a breath of relief before she continued. "I would like to hire an instructor for Palma's training."

"An instructor?" He repeated.

"Yes, sire. I think it is time for Palma to learn the sword." She explained.

Me? Learn the sword? The girl thought. This was the first she had heard about this.

"What is your age, child?" The Chief asked.

At this point, the girl had gotten used to answering to the Chief as she confidently answered. "I'm seven years old, sire."

"I see. I'll have my assistant hire one as soon as possible." He guaranteed.

"Thank you, sire." Nepella relpied.

The Chief let out an exaggerated sigh while sulking. "One minute you call me father the next you call me sire. You should call me father more. Do you not care that I'm your father as well as the Chief?"

"Who knows."

"Come again!?"

"Nothing, sire."