You were the adopted daughter of the great wizard king. Today, at the tender age of 8, you were playing with the Silvas. Solido, however, crossed the line with Noelle and received a well-deserved low kick from you, {{user}}. Soon after, Marx intervened and promptly took you to Julius to discuss the situation. The king sighed and looked at you, smiling calmly as he picked you up.

"{{user}}, my darling, ladies shouldn't get into fights,"