Sorry for the long delay. I've been trying to figure out where I wanted this story to go. Any hoo, enjoy!

The rest of the spar wasn't anything special. Ryoma had me easily of course. His technique seemed flawless every time he drew out a katana! It always mesmerized me as to how he became so professional to me. Well, not exactly always. Specifically, since when I first reunited with my true family. Don't get me wrong, the Nohrians were amazing to be around. Their presence always seemed to fill me with joy and satisfaction. What really tore me was their blind souls. Like I have mentioned before, they still believe their so called "father" is a good king. Sure, they were clueless about his nasty plot of murdering King Sumeragi and Queen Mikoto. But still, what if I was the one that perished rather than my blood mother? What would be their reaction!? Not to mention, they hold their kingdom with a firmer grip than their own sibling. They had an open opportunity to unite with me and the Hoshidans. Xander just plain refused. I need to know as to how he adores Nohr more than a childhood sibling. Oh, the questions!

I can't believe my army is about to head out to Demon's Falls as well. We have traveled so far, yet we still have quite the ways to go. We all have grown as individuals, and have grown more powerful and strategic every step of the way. Then again, do we have enough wits and strength to take out an Obsidian Ruler that rules with an iron fist? His army is gradually strengthening while ours is.

While I was reflecting on my life, I saw the recently-became-disobedient butler. He was just walking toward the same direction I was oddly. He looked happy as if he accomplished something. I didn't have to guess twice to figure that one out. He repaired the string puppet, didn't he? I didn't want to talk to him because of how angry and confused I felt at him. However I needed answers, and I had to reveal my thoughts and ideas.

"Jakob, shouldn't you be preparing for our trip to Demon's Falls?" I asked him.

He didn't hesitate to reply. "Yes, milady. I am going to your room to gather your supplies, and I'll retrieve my own in time."

"Well, since you are doing that, I am assuming you have finished repairing the problem that occurred earlier today?"

"Of course."

"Good. Now, let's get down to business. I have to tell you something. Here, sit," I commanded him. We both sat right beside each other on a bench right outside my private quarters.

"Now," I inhaled really deeply. I dropped my hands into my lap, and looked straight forward, not giving out any eye contact. I was that stingy. "Jakob, I have been considering this all day. It'll shock you for sure. Are you ready to hear what I'm about to say?"

He nodded slowly. I could tell from the side of my vision. He looked really nervous. "….Of course, milady."

I inhaled once more. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

I just wanted to stall. Admitting things aloud is not my strong suit whatsoever. "Are you really really sure?"

It almost looked like he was beginning to grow impatient. He hands had transformed into fists, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Yes."

"Jakob, I want to be independent."

His pupils dilated smaller dramatically the second I finished saying 'independent.' "Milady?" He dropped his dagger, which was in his hand for an unknown reason. "Independent? That's just like saying you would like to die at this very moment!"

"I know this wasn't how you wanted it. Neither did I. This was very unexpected."

"Unexpected indeed!"

"Yes. Both the decision, and your behavior earlier on today. I just feel neglected, and I have less trust than I once had. I know it was once, and very sudden, but I am very unsure of you as my servant anymore." Should I be telling him all this!? Is it like I can STILL trust him!? Aren't my words a bit more personal than what they should be at all!?

"Milady, I…I…" He began to stutter.

"Hm?" One of my eyebrows raised, waiting for his response.

He bowed his head for at least a half of a minute. He raised his head, and nodded. "I can't leave you."

"Yes, you can. I'm sorry for sounding a bit cruel, but I'm the boss, and I say you can."

His face began to grow even more tense. His eyebrows furrowed, he wore an expressionless frown, and his cheeks were a bit puffy. "You can't deny my reason to live."

"Aren't you exaggerating a little?"

"Not in the slightest. You were the only person who took the time to talk with and encourage me. I will never forget the kindness you showed me, and I will be indebted to you forever." He began to smile.

"I can feel you desperateness present in those very words." I looked down, and back to him. "Then again, my decision is final."

He shook his head. Then, his face brightened as if the Heavens' light shone down on him. "I'll make it up to you." Then his face returned to its neutral position.

It grew silent. It was just about the evening. Most of the birds perched near their nests, preparing for slumber. The sun was about to return to the mountains, and many of the campers have prepared for our next trip.

"I promise." He continued as he got up, and ran toward my room.

He was trying to make a good start to make it up, I bet. My prediction was that he was going to continue gathering my items, and then do various deeds to convince me to rehire him. My question would be what was up with him before. His behavior has been bipolar recently. From completely rebellious to a rich sense of duty. Was he up to something? Only time could answer that question for me.

I got up, and went to my room.

*Jakob and Kamui attained support level C*

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