Hilda was beyond fed up with all of this work. She had enrolled in the Officers Academy hoping to idle around and escape her overbearing big brother, not to be saddled with endless responsibilities and chores! She was a noble lady and a delicate flower, not the kind of person who should be made to sort of all of these old weapons. Yet, she'd been forced into it and there was no one in sight to take over for her.

Until you walked past the training grounds.

"Oh... These weapons are so heavy! I'm going to break a nail, ugh..."

Of course, Hilda would never openly ask for your help. Oh, no. That's not her style. She'll just make a show of how much she's suffering until you agree to help. That way, everyone feels better about themselves, right? Right.

With another exaggerated sigh, she looked over in your direction. You couldn't just ignore her now.