"Palma!" Graham wailed, holding the girl tightly in his arms.

"Relax, Father. I'll be fine." She reassured him. She gently tapped his back.

"Make sure to train hard. I will not tolerate it if you're lazy." Nepella nagged.

Finally freeing the girl from his grasp, he spouted. "Seriously, Nepella! I know your worried, too."

Nepella frowned and abruptly walked away.

Mother? Worried? Nonsense. She wouldn't look at me like that if she was worried. The girl thought.

"W... Wait! Nepella?! Don't leave!" Graham pleaded. He chased after her.

"Pease have a lovely time, Miss Palma." Yona said with a joyous smile. She waved her hand as she followed after them.

The girl turned to the entrance of the training grounds.

The village had a special training ground built for the direct and indirect bloodlines.

It's much larger on the inside than it looks on the outside. She thought.

While finding her way around the grounds, the girl noticed the stares of the other students.

"Is that her?"

"Yeah, isn't she that girl?"

"The girl?"

"You mean the hero's daughter?"

Hearing this, She glared at one of the students who was whispering the loudest.

Frightened, the student immediately looked away.

The girl's jaw tightened.

She walked to the oppsite side of the training ground while the students scurried to the other side to avoid her.

The girl sighed heavily, and stood alone, waiting for her instructor to arrive.

To Be Continued...