sturdiest paladin

“M-Me-Me-Merlin-sama...!?”

Ah!? He was here, too? In the flesh? For real for real!? To think she’d have the chance to talk to him here, too... Ah, she was truly, truly honored! Blessed, even! A part of the Paladin wanted to run and hug him, but she restrained herself, giving a bright smile in Merlin’s direction.

“To think I can talk to you again, even here... Ah, Bradamante is truly blessed! But... Why aren’t you in your tower, Merlin-sama?”

A genuine question, tone switching from happy and wistful to genuinely confused. Tugging gently on a lock of blonde hair from one of her pigtails, Bradamante waited for his answer.

“You know, if you keep staring at your cereal, it’ll get mushy... And that’s gross that way!”

She means it as a helpful nudge towards Eve, plopping into the chair next to her. The Paladin had no qualms about trying to befriend people, much like her cousin: the main difference was she knew when to back off. She leaned on the table with one elbow, offering the other a smile with a slight, girlish giggle, as if she were a child who knew a secret - when she really didn’t.

“Besides! Mushy cereal isn’t as tasty anymore.”

Of course.

“Master, Master!”

It hadn’t been long since Bradamante had been summoned, and the adorable little Paladin was much like her family: loud, proud, wearing her heart on her sleeve. She meant well in all her situations, just... Sometimes she came off a little silly. ( At least she didn’t have it was bad as her poor cousin, Astolfo: the poor guy lost his reasoning and common sense! )

“There’s lots of snow outside, but maybe we could go out and build a snowman?”

Lots of snow really translated to: there’s a freaking blizzard outside.

“A-chan told me they were fun to build, and I want to try!”

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