On the road to the Inner City District, a blonde woman tightened her hold on the thick stack of documents in her arms. Her pale golden lashes trembled slightly, and curiosity glimmered in her eyes.
"Father, what do you think the lord is planning by calling such a large-scale meeting this time?"
Belder walked ahead with his hands behind his back. Hearing this, he replied casually, "I don't know that, but as long as he doesn't pile more burdens on me again, it'll be fine."
The blonde woman suddenly stopped, tilted her head as she studied her father, and curled her lips into a faint smile. "Father, what will you do if the lord gives you more work?"
"Aren't you and your younger brothers and sisters here?" Belder stopped and turned to look at his eldest daughter. "I raised all of you with great difficulty. It's about time you became useful."
"Father, I never thought you were this kind of person."
After putting on a show of complaining, the blonde woman moved closer to Belder and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Father, if it really comes to that, you have to find me a nice, easy position."
"Oh?" Belder raised an eyebrow in feigned surprise. "You don't care about your younger brothers and sisters?"
"Father, you're the head of the family. I can't challenge your authority, can I?" The blonde woman gave a playful curtsy, her skirt fluttering lightly in the breeze.
He had never been able to be stern with any of his six children.
It wasn't that he didn't want to discipline them. It was just that whenever their mothers punished them, they would always run pitifully to his side, tug on his sleeve, blink their wet eyes, and call out softly,