A pile of books was left untouched on the table.

"-sigh- there's no end to this..."

A man with a long yellow bright hair leaned back on his chair. It showed that he was already seen enough that pile of books on the table.

-knock knock-

"Chanotte? you're there?"

"yes father, I'm here"

The door opened. Chanotte's father came into the room and sat in front of him.

Rotenrus Chirvayne, head of Chirvayne family. He was 53 y.o with his hair already turned to gray. He had 174cm height, and quite well built body. He was the 24th chief of king's guard in his prime time, so he had a high hope for his son.

"may I ask you, what bring you here father?" Chanotte pushed the pile of books, so he could have some space to talk with his father

"hmm, seems like our territory adminstration gives you some hard time"

".....if I can be honest...yes father. I trained for three years at knight's den to become the chief of king's guard... yet I do all this paperworks instead"

"hahaha, you have just finished your training! will take some time to that"

"-sigh- I wish that time comes faster"

"be patient my son, with your skill and capability, soon you will become the chief of king's guard"

"ah, so you're here brother"

A beautiful lady came into the room. She wore a simple yet elegant practice suit. Her long blonde hair was tied and she brought a long sword with her. She's around her twentieth.

"Tyvanne, you're training with your sword again?"

Rotenrus sighed

"yes father. Practicing my sword's skill made me feeling better" She bowed a little

"I told you for many times.. sword's skill is no use for a lady. Why don't you improve your horse riding skill instead?"

"just leave her be father. Tinne already do her job as the lady from Chirvayne family"

"-sigh- because you always said something like that, now your sister become obsessed with her sword's skill"

"only brother that understand me" Tyvanne laughed a little

"don't make father worried about you Tinne.. you're already in age for a marriage"

"think about yours first brother! my marriage still long way to go"

Tyvanne had a lean and great posture. She had 167cm height with some right curve in part of her body. Her beauty already known in the capital city... her beauty and her sword's skill.

Many noble man from many families sent their marriage proposal for her, and no one made her interested. She always fought with her husband candidate and beat them. Meanwhile, Chanotte didn't have any interest towards marriage. His only goal became the chief of king's guard.

Rotenrus felt little anxious about his children. But both of them were an adult. He didn't want to become a strict and dictator parent for them.

"I'm almost forgot, there will be an expedition to the south and Baratraz needed you to come with them Chanotte"

"is that true father?! sir Baratraz wants me to accompany him?! of course I will go!"

"ahaha, calm down my son. I already said you will gladly come with him"

"thank you father!! I really appreciate it!" Chanotte's face became brighter

"but first.. you need to finish these territory administration" Rotenrus reminded his son

"....of course father. I won't forget"

"brother! can you practice with me?! please!" Tyvanne cut their conversation

"hmm, maybe I'll take a break from this paperworks.." Chanotte stood from his chair

"I hope you return with a great news, my son"

"of course father. I will never stain our family's name" Chanotte bowed before left the room with his sister

-----(Chapter 17 "Chanotte Chirvayne")-----