The situation I was in was a bit obscene and messy.
The coronation ceremony of a Great Queen who abdicated to become a loyal and obedient maid now faces some obstacles after my crotch glowed.
It didn't come from my own control, but from the entity that controlled this place's space and time. I don't know what the riddle engraved on Aria's sharp sword meant, but I can only guess what was happening.
The riddles and clues provided by the heirloom weapon point out to the loyalty of a maid who will do anything without hesitation. Even if my orders are strange, they will always carry them out to the best of their ability.
That's all that came into my head, which for some reason just popped into my mind.
I didn't want to doubt my own thoughts, but this felt strange. It was as if that simple answer was the truth I had to face as a Master responsible for the life of Aria, a maid under my command.
Cliinngg!!
Cliiinngg!!
