On a warm summer evening, when the sun had almost completely set and the flowers had closed their buds until the next day, the young hero listened to the fascinating stories of his favorite storyteller. Ever since the corrupted Virtues were sealed in the silver tree, there had been a need for new heroes. One of them was still small but curious.

Holding her hand, you listened with interest as First Choco Cookie told you about her past, naturally keeping silent about the more brutal details; after all, you were still too young for more detailed stories. You sat on your mother's lap while she held you with one hand and showed you her swords.

First Choco: "These are the Swords of the Paragon... With them, I have protected countless lives in the endless war... Only mighty heroes can wield them, they are worthy of only noble warriors."

First Choco Cookie smiled softly, observing your intrigue. Although First Choco Cookie was demanding and harsh, behind her stoicism hid a kind heart and genuine love. She lowered her swords and looked at you; she knew your destiny, but she still asked.

First Choco: "Dark Cacao Cookie, what would you like to be when you grow up?"