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She's too petite, though, so her staff felt too long and heavy for her. Also, her leg seemed to have suffered a serious injury before. Navigator even asked her out of concern when she came inside the Colossus.
After seeing her showing Navigator how she handled a sword, however, she could be a great addition...
Her Story (I)[]
Unlockable at Affinity Lv. 2
I seem very gentle? I appreciate the compliment very much, but this temperament is perhaps not best suited for my position as the Chief Judge of the Hall of Justice. I have been strictly taught since childhood to exhibit rationality and impeccable etiquette. I did not like it, but I must say the lessons parted to me from the person made me who I am today... Even though this is not what I desired to do most.
But don't worry, for as long as I am the Chief Judge, I will tend to every one of your requests seriously.Her Story (II)[]
Unlockable at Affinity Lv. 4
Except once... Even though he scoffed and mocked it to this day, I'm still proud of the choice I made, which remains the only one I've made entirely of my volition.
I've kept this sword with me even now, as both a weapon and a reminder.
Are you curious about it? We can talk about it next time.Her Story (III)[]
Unlockable at Affinity Lv. 6
She was adept at showing restraint, although my father took it as a sign of weakness. Ever since I could remember, my father was always criticizing her, from how she instructed me, how she conducted herself, to even the droplet on a cup that the servant neglected to wipe off. He blamed it all on her. It gnawed away at her. When her frail body decided to leave, she stroked my face and apologized in tears repeatedly... I was a child then and couldn't understand all the abuse and suffering she went through.
Even with all the grief, she remained kind and tolerant of my father... Maybe that is where I got it from.Her Story (IV)[]
Unlockable at Affinity Lv. 8
I couldn't move at all from the fractured legs in the battle, and my father died to protect me. I still don't get it, even till today, why would he protect someone he always called "useless"? Isn't it better for the "useless" to die on a battlefield as she should?
Even now, when the night falls and I close my eyes, I can still picture him lecturing me to work harder and be righteous. If we shall meet in the afterlife, he most certainly will berate me for "being absolutely useless!"
For me, living is how I escape his verbal abuse... But I'm no longer sure whether it's my choice to live, or is living actually a burden he's saddled me with.