"Please Love, you have to let me go."

The young girl shook her head, her arms still fastened around him. "I have a bad feeling. Please, don't go, Dad."

A slight laugh escaped her father. "Chloe, Love, please. I have to. When the Royal Family asks us to do something, as a noble, it's my job to listen."

Chloe pouted, her arms tightening.

"But why is it you? You're a Calligrapher!" She pulled slightly back, her eyes filled with tears as she looked at her father. "But they're asking you to go visit Duke Walter. Everyone knows he's a cultist and works with the bandits! It's a job for a knight."