Asking Help
"Greetings Lord Theron."
Pearl greeted in a low tone. That is how she talked to her father. She couldn't even begin to remember when she actually addressed him as father and she is definitely sure that she never called him with terms of endearment like Dad or daddy.
"Why are you here?"
Theron spoke without opening his eyes.
"I am here to seek your help, my lord."
"Last time I checked, you are still an academy student. Do you need my help even for the puny missions of the Academy?"
"No My lord, it is not about the academy missions. It is about a person in the Academy. The plans that I told you before are seeing obstacles one after another with no success in sight.
Unless this person is eliminated, it is impossible to proceed forward with my plans."
"Which family does he belong to? Is he from the Noble league? Do you need my recommendation?"
His tone is filled with displeasure. And there is a hint of mocking as well.