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Marta spent her days with her mom cooking and nurturing flowers. However, after she passed the age of 10, she was allowed to hold and look at the various swords and grim-looking weapons in her home—which until that point she had been told to not touch because they’re dangerous—and this naturally caused a curiosity in strength to bud inside her.

“Mommy, do girls need to be strong too?” She tried asking her mom who was tending to roses in a vase while in the garden. “I think I should learn how to use a weapon and get strong.”

“I wonder,” her mother responded casually while plucking thorns from the stems. “I think perhaps it’s best for girls to be protected by a strong man.”

“So did you marry Daddy because he’s strong?”

“That’s not the only reason… But it’s true your dad is quite strong. Enough to obtain unshakeable faith from his subordinates.” Her mother boasted with a smile. 

“It would be nice if one day a prince would appear to protect you.” Her mother said while handing over a rose. Marta’s eyes lit up drastically as she took it.

“A prince?! Like the kind from stories?!”

“That’s right.”

“Whaaat, you mean I have my very own prince too?”

“Of course, silly. You just haven’t met him yet.”

What should I do? Thought Marta while twisting her body. As a result of being pampered since a young age, she never had the habit of doubting herself or being in denial. Should she wish for it, it would be granted.

“Hey Mommy, a prince usually wants to marry a princess because she’s beautiful, right?”

“Usually, yes.” Having finished arranging the flowers, her mother nodded as she picked up the vase to carry it to the bay window in the living room.

“Oh my gooosh! I have to hurry and become the fairest in the land! I’ll grow out my hair, get a thinner waist, and become an elegant lady—oh!”

Marta clapped her hands together. “That’s it! I just need a cute weapon that will match the cute clothes I wear! Mommy, do you have any ideas?”

“Let’s see…” Her mother trailed off as she went to grab a magazine from Brute’s study.

“This is your dad’s, but it’s full of weapons. Why don’t you look through it and see if you find something. But just know: I’m not buying it for you. I’m against you carrying around anything dangerous.”

“Got it. I’ll only look.”

Marta sat back on the sofa and flipped through the pages. The various pictures made it clear just what kind of shape each of the weapons were.

“Ugh, they’re all so grim. Sickle and chains and man catchers, even the names are ridiculous.” 

Marta laughed and then suddenly proclaimed, “Oh, this is so cute!” She pointed at a weapon.

“A rotating blade… It's called a spinner. It looks like a halo!”

With this, I can use them all cutesy and be just like a butterfly! I’ll try asking Daddy.